She stays right there until I’m done, until the last tremor has coursed through me, and then she licks my satiated length with loving adoration, cleaning me up. Once she’s satisfied with her efforts, she leisurely makes her way up, laying random pecks on my torso.
“And a very happy birthday to me,” she whispers once she reaches my lips.
Mine part for hers, our tongues meeting with passionate hunger. When she’s had enough, she pulls away with a sensuous sigh. I can’t help but lay my hands on each side of her pretty face, brushing away the curly tendrils that frame it.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, voice still rough from the pleasure.
“I don’t know. What do you have planned for us?”
“My plans require you to be ready by five.”
“Any specific dress code?”
“For the first half of the evening, date night clothes.”
“Okay. And the second half?”
“Your birthday suit, of course. But I’m in charge of making that happen.” I flip us over, easily taking the upper hand, and spread her legs on my sides.
“Anything you want to do before five?” I ask.
“Hmm… I think I want to go to my old place and start packing my stuff,” she decides.
“I can hire people to do that,” I suggest, working my way down her stomach.
“But there’s something so exciting about doing that myself. I love packing and unpacking. It’s like… starting a new era. I love the meaning behind it.”
“Then we’ll go to your old place and pack. But first… I never got to test how many times I can make you come with my mouth in an hour. So we’ll start with that, shall we? Out of scientific curiosity.”
“Yes,” she nods energetically. “For science.”
“Then, you’ll let me make you fluffy pancakes. And after you’ve eaten them, and only if you’ve been a good girl, we’ll go to your old place and pack.”
“It’s quite a program.”
“You should see what I have planned for tonight.”
The scent of her arousal fills my nose before I see how dripping she is. My naughty girl really enjoys having her mouth full of my cock.
“Oh, and my love?” I say, meeting her hooded gaze.
“Yes?”
“Happy birthday,” I say with a smile right before I descend on her pink wetness.
Ilove my birthday. Always have. Other little girls might have dreamed about the perfect wedding, but I fantasized about my Quinceañera. And then, I had the audacity to beg for a Sweet Sixteen, which my parents kindly agreed to. It wasn’t as grand as celebrating my fifteenth year on this earth, but it was still pretty nice.
But today… Oh, today might be my favorite birthday ever. Lex practically worships me the whole day, treating me like a princess—nay, a queen. And I loved it far more than I ever thought I would.
After making me comeninetimes with his magic tongue and lips, he cooked me breakfast, drew me a bath, and scrubbed me all over. Then, after a drive to my old place, he helped me pack my stuff. We ate lasagnahe got delivered in what used to be my living room, and then he drove me back to his place, soon to be mine as well.
We killed some time in his bed, the best way we could think of, and then he gave me some space so I could get ready for whatever birthday date he planned. Honestly, even if all we do tonight is get some Burger King takeout and eat it in his car, it would still be my favorite birthday ever. Sorry, Mom and Dad, my Quinceañera was incredible, but this joy I’ve felt all day is out of this world.
I check myself one last time in the mirror, adjusting the hem of my electric blue dress. It used to be two sizes too small, which is why I never really wore it before. But while I’ve regained some weight, I’m still not back to what Lex would consider my former glory. So the dress is only one size too small now, but it doesn’t matter. I feel hot in it because I know Lex will love it. The stretchy fabric embraces every single curve on me, but it’s thick enough to allow underwear. And boy, do I have some on. The goal is to drive Lex mad and then ask him to tie me up. He more than earned that right with his performance last weekend. I even bought a bondage kit, since his designer bed doesn’t really allow that kind of fun with its sleek headboard.
Because I’m not sure where we’re going, I throw my silk kimono over my skintight dress. The pattern has the same blue scattered on it, so it complements the dress perfectly.
With two minutes to spare, I practically skip to the living room. “I’m ready,” I say with a massive grin, finding him dressed in all black. He, like me, brought out the big guns, with a black turtleneck and matching suit.
