The window was open just a crack, enough to hear the rain drops hit the tin roof. The breeze was cool on that late September night. It had been a long day for Layla. Traveling from a conference, home after 6 days on the road. She had come home to an empty house, so she took advantage and had a long soak in the tub. Her choice of music reflected her mood, naughty, sensual and playful. With her earbuds in she hummed to the music, and slowly washed each crevis. As she sipped her glass of Merlot she fantasized about an evening she had enjoyed two weeks earlier, at the cottage on the porch swing. Layla continued to lather her skin, touching so delicately her neck with a cloth full of bubbles.
It was getting late and started to feel the results of half a bottle of Merlot, so she pulled the plug and dried off. Clad in just her Satin robe she crept down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a bowl of strawberries. Feeling a little aroused and yet sleepy at the same time, she climbed the stairs to the bedroom, as she opened the door she had noticed something unfamiliar. A single black tie lay on the bed, and a slight sound of the shower running in the en suite. Could it be that her lover had also returned home early from his business trip.
Her heart skipped a beat and sensations raced throughout her body. Layla sat at her dressing table and combed her long Auburn hair. She took her perfume and lay a small squirt just below her belly button. As she got up to crawl into her bed, the lights had gone out. The storm had really kicked up and the rain pelted down on the roof.
Layla ruffled through a draw in her night stand and found some matches, and lit three candles across the bedroom. Just as she got back into bed, the door to the en suit opened and there stood the man she had fantasized about earlier in her bath. He clad just a towel, with his black hair dripping down his robust chest. After a brief silence, he greeted her with a soft "well hello beautiful" . She blushed as usual and responded with a smile. Still wearing just her robe she could smell the Hugo Boss cologne she had bought him last Christmas, the aroma filled the room, teasing her. Her man seemed playful this evening, with boyish giggles in our conversation as he got into bed. I had not seen him in a week, he looked tired but ready. I grabbed my bowl of strawberries sitting on the night stand and placed one on his lips.
You went from third person perspective to first person in the last two sentences, but other than that, I was really getting into it.
Thank you. This is my first attempt at writing something, I have always wanted to try it and I thought this was a good place to get feedback.