More lace. And not much of it.
“You approve?” she asked, breathless.
“Hell yes.” He unbuttoned her jeans, and she kicked them off, baring the lace in its entirety.
“Your turn,” she whispered, helping him out of his clothes.
Then he was naked, and Jess was in nothing but red lace, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. They kissed while he touched every inch of that lace, paying special attention to the narrow strip between her legs where she burned so hot for him. He pushed it aside, stroking her with his fingers.
Jess gasped. “No…wait. You first on your birthday.”
“Baby, I’ll enjoy it even more if I get to watch you come first.” He thrust two fingers inside her, letting her pleasure fuel his as she panted in his arms.
“If you insist,” she whispered, her eyes shut, hips still moving against his hand.
“I do.” He kissed her, drinking her in while he stroked her toward her release. She was so fucking spectacular. He allowed the lace of her lingerie to scrape over the sensitive head of his dick, driving him out of his mind with pleasure. He thrust in rhythm with his fingers, harder, faster.
Her hips rocked against his, fueling his need as he pumped his fingers inside her. Jess was mumbling incoherently, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed. He pressed his thumb against her clit, letting her ride him right over the edge, and boy, did she.
She bucked against him, and he held her tight, completely lost to her pleasure.
“Wow,” she panted, resting her head on his shoulder. She stayed like that for several seconds while he held her. Then she lifted her head. “Now it’s your turn, Birthday Boy.”
She pushed him back onto the bed, looking like a goddess above him in that red lace. A harsh groan escaped him as she kissed her way down his chest, stopping just short of his aching cock. He held his breath.
And then she took him in her mouth.
