“No needing to be quiet…”
I pause over her clit before running my tongue around it.
“Just us.”
“Angel,” she moans.
“Mmm, I love hearing you moan my name, but you need to be quiet, princess,” I say, before returning my mouth to her clit, sucking ever so gently.
“Fuck, please!” she gasps.
I chuckle into her. “Now what did I just say, do you need me to help you be quiet?”
“Yes!”
I continue to taste her, licking her and lavishing her clit with attention between strokes, but I also slide my hand up her body, clamping it over her mouth. She grips my wrist and moans into my hand, the muffled sound making my cock even harder.
Her hips buck against my face, thighs hooked over my shoulders and squeezing me between them. One hand moves from my wrist as she grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her, grinding her pussy against me while she comes; crying into my hand, her body trembling and shaking, before falling back on the bed.
“Now that,” I say, not even trying to hide the smugness in my voice, “was a sneak preview of tomorrow night.”
I rest my head against her belly and kiss it as she laughs, loving the way it jiggles beneath me.
“Yeah, sounds good to me,” she says, “I’m in.”
It’s the first time I’ve ever woken up with someone on my birthday. Elizabeth is still asleep, and I take my time enjoying the view. Her face is soft, worry-free, her lips gently parted; she lets out these little sighs as she sleeps and it’s the cutest noise I’ve ever heard. She’s surrounded by a spill of her red hair, it’s all over the pillow and tickling my arm and chest. I gently brush some of it away from her face, but the movement causes her to stir, and she smiles at me sleepily.
“Happy Birthday,” she says, leaning over to give me a quick kiss on the lips before smothering my chest in kisses.
She’s always embarrassed about morning breath, but I don’t care, I just want her to kiss me.
“Thanks, beautiful.”
“You sleep well?”
“Always do with you.”
I capture her lips with a proper kiss this time, not letting her get away.
“Good,” she chuckles, “because you won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”
“Mmm, check-in can’t come soon enough.”
“Speaking of, I’ll give you your present now, it sounds like we’ll be too distracted later.”
“You got me a present?” I ask.
I never get birthday presents from anyone; I’ve always told the club and Donovan not to bother, there’s nothing I need. She reaches over the side of the bed, rummaging inthe drawers; and I’m not mad about the view, those tiny little shorts reminding me of last night. When she rolls back, a small box is placed on my chest.
“For real?” I ask.
“Don’t be so shocked, I know what I’m getting for my birthday, and I have to say, you set the bar incredibly high with the painting.”
“Yeah, but I hope you didn’t spend too much money on me,” I say, knowing how much she earns and what’s going on with her financially.
“I only spent what I could afford, I promise. Now will you open it already? I’m nervous about whether you’ll like it, and the suspense is killing me.”
I remove the lid; inside sits a black metal dog-tag, looped on a silver chain.
