“I do. I’ll wear it all the time.”
“That was what I wanted.”
I took the next gift, a smaller, rectangular affair that was just as badly wrapped. Inside was a jewellery case, an old fashioned one and a pair of small sapphire studs. “These are perfect,” I said, looking up at him. I wasn’t wearing earrings, having lost my cheap silver pair a couple of weeks ago.
“I noticed you don’t wear dangly earrings. And the blue reminded me of your eyes,” he said.
“You didn’t need to get me so much,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“I know,” he said, his voice quiet. “But it’s your birthday and I wanted to treat you. I didn’t know if you’d accept them or throw them back in my face. I hoped you’d accept them. There’s one more.”
I had a feeling this was the one he was most nervous about. It was book-shaped and better wrapped than either of the other two.
Carefully I opened the gift, figuring it was something delicate, precious. And it was.
“You remembered,” I said, and the tears left my eyes. “Jane Eyre.” My favourite book. It was a nineteen-ten edition, hardback obviously and with a dust wrapper that had seen better days. The pages were yellowing and dotted with age and it smelt right. “I think this is the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received.” I placed it down carefully and moved the wine glasses far away in case disaster struck. Now all I wanted was him, to wipe away the absence I’d enforced over the past two weeks and have him, all of him.
“Good,” he said. “I’m not trying to buy you back, Payton. I genuinely wanted to help you have a happy birthday. And try to mend things. But I do want you and not as a friends with benefits arrangement. I’ve never wanted that. I want you to be mine because,” he mussed his hair with his hand, searching for words. “I’ve fallen in love with you.” His fists clenched and I started to laugh, loudly, until the tears that had been there from being overcome were tears of laughter. “What? Why is it funny? Have I said something completely stupid? I have, haven’t I? I’m such a geek.” He turned away in frustration and I moved to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling myself close.
“No, what you said was perfect. You looked as if you were about to go into a fight with your fists clenched.”
His hands moved onto my back and down to my ass, moving me closer. “I was trying not to touch you. I figured you might need your space.”
I shook my head. “I don’t space any more. Because I love you too. And not just because you’ve bought me the best gifts I’ve ever had, but because you’re genuine and clever and geeky and fucking hotter than sin. And I’m better with you.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because I’m not running away scared.”
“I’ll try to never hurt you, Payts.”
I looked up at him and saw the determination in his eyes.
“I know. Are you going to kiss me now?”
He nodded, bringing his head to mine. “As much and as often as you like. Can I tell people that you’re my girlfriend?”
“Totally.”
And then his mouth was on mine, his kiss slow and full and deep, repeating promises. My hands went to his shirt, undoing the buttons, then tracing my fingers over skin and muscle, memorising every rise and fall. I pushed my palms up to the top of his chest and moved his shirt off his shoulders. He pulled his arms away and shucked it off, leaving him gloriously bare chested, golden skin with a dusting of brown hair that thickened as it led further south to the button of his jeans.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said, his hands back on me, pulling my vest over my head. His eyes were greedy as they looked at my bra, a simple blue lace through which my nipples were erect and visible. His hands went to pinch them, making me gasp and causing wet heat to pool between my legs. Then he’d flicked my bra open in a swift move I didn’t want to know how he’d learned and I was bare from the waist up. His mouth was on my nipple, the other ensconced in his left hand, while his right hand was undoing my jeans and pushing them down.
Clever fingers pushed past the matching panties and fingered my wetness, never quite sinking in, simply teasing. “I love how wet you get for me,” he said, standing up and pulling away his hands. His gaze went to my tits, smirking at the response he’d elicited and then he sucked the fingers that had toyed with my pussy. “You taste so sweet.”
I pushed my jeans and panties completely off and then attacked his jeans, undoing the fly, feeling the hardness of his cock against my hand. Owen took pity on my fumbling fingers, helping me to loosen his jeans and let them fall to the ground. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, my tongue dipping into the slit and tasting his salty pre-come. He groaned, a hand going into my hair, guiding my movements. Looking up, I saw him watching me, my mouth stretched around his cock, a hand on his shaft and my other hand between my legs, toying with my clit and seeking release of my own.
I heard a growl and he moved my head away. “Up,” he said, hands on the side of my shoulders, guiding me up until he could kiss me. His cock pushed against my stomach as I stood on my tiptoes, trying to climb him so I could sink his erection deep into me and ride him hard. Then I was lifted up and carried towards the Chesterfield sofa, my legs around his hips, my clit pressing against his dick.
He was inside me before my back hit the cool leather, his entry causing me to cry out as my body sought to stretch to accommodate him. Quickly, the pinch became pleasure. I moved my legs around his waist and he tipped my hips towards him so he could go deeper, hitting my clit with each thrust.
“I’ll fuck you slow and sweet when I get you home,” he said. “Then I’ll put you on top and let you ride me hard so I can play with those sweet tits. But right now, I just need to be in you because two weeks has been too long, Payts.” He stroked the side of my face with his hand, the tenderness in contrast to the power of his thrusts.
I couldn’t say anything, my breath pumped out of me as he moved inside, my orgasm close. My vision was wobbly and I was about to come, my pussy giving his cock one hard, long clench before I let out a noise that sounded more like a wild animal. Then I started to spasm around him, my hips moving wildly with the power. He held onto me, smiling, watching my eyes. “Love it when you come on my dick. Love filling you up.” His back arched and he called as he started to come, his hot seed pouring deep into my pussy and I couldn’t help but be thankful that we were on leather that was easily cleaned.
“Shit,” he said, half collapsing onto me. “Every time it gets better.” He lifted me so I was sat on his lap, his cock still hard and inside me. The feeling of being so full was delicious, my pussy still having aftershocks, still pulsing.
My hands roamed through his hair and I pushed my lips to his, the kiss soft and not as needy as before. His hands perched on my waist, just holding and the kiss merged into small touches of our lips, our eyes transfixed on each other.
