I do as she asks. “Yes, ma’am.”
We kiss again. Lush lips, sweet tongue. She tastes like fresh cream, smells like marshmallows. My hands explore the familiar curves of her hips, waist, and her perfect ass. If I could kiss her the rest of the night, I would be happy. Having her unfasten my fly and slide my hand into the front of her panties is a nice bonus.
Our kisses grow deeper, hungrier, moving from passion to pure lust. She strokes me while riding my fingers, my hand drenched by the time she pulls away.
“Give me the birthday girl treatment,” she says.
I’m too drunk on her to make sense of her words. “What’s that?”
She climbs off my lap and turns around, pulling her pants slowly off her hips. “Spank me,” she says. “Then fuck me. Hard.”
Bri, bending over the coffee table, grinning at me while slidingher panties to the side. Her attention, her smile, her undeniable invitation . . . Feeling desired by someone as breathtaking as her, it takes everything in me not to come in my pants at the mere sight.
I keep it together, pushing in slower, gentler than my body wants me to do, retreating slightly before giving her more of me to maintain her comfort. The more I fill her, the more she melts. When my hips meet her ass, she’s laid out, eyes almost rolling, humming her approval while her pussy tells me the same. Her body might hate her, but it loves me right now.
Looping my fingers around the string of her thong, taking over the task of keeping it out of my way, I smack a hand against her ass before I move again, feeling every inch of her stretching over me in too much detail to handle. I dream of this feeling, crave this sensation almost nightly.
I have to brace myself with a hand on the table to keep from going feral on her.
“You feel so good. You always feel so good,” she says in a breathy voice.
“And you feel better.”
Her eyes pinch closed, her teeth sinking into her lip as she moans. “More.”
I pump faster. “How’s that?”
“Harder.”
I grip her hips and crash mine against her over and over. That hungry pussy squeezes around me. “Like that?”
“Yes. Just like that.”
Her praise tickles my brain and makes me feverish. When all I want is to please her and she tells me I’m doing just that, it makes it so difficult to hold on.
And, this time, I can’t.
I lose myself too soon, the way she often makes me do, but while the orgasm floods through me and into her, I don’t stop. I won’t untilI give her everything she wants.
The view of her ass shaking with every impact and her cries of enjoyment are enough to keep me hard all night. She’s a sopping wet mess for me, the way she always is, with or without my accidental addition to the equation. The more she enjoys it, the more I edge closer again.
“Please don’t stop. Please don’t—ah!—don’t stop,” she begs. Fuck,sheneeds to stop before I lose my shit again and leave her disappointed on her birthday. I won’t let that happen.
“Please, baby. Come for me,” I beg. A few more thrusts and she tightens around me. Her legs curl, and she screams my name. I fucking explode.
We moan together for a full minute. Her body trembles in my grasp, and as I slow my pace, the rest of my existence spills into her piece by piece.
Walls enclose our little heaven, a table appears beneath her, a floor manifests beneath my knees. Back on earth, the world feels nicer than before. It hurts less to exist.
The knock on the door makes us both jump and cover ourselves.
“Who the fuck is that?” Bri whispers so the possible intruder won’t hear her, seeming to forget the entire neighborhood probably heard us a few moments ago.
My brain cells start firing again. “That must be the sushi.”
“Babe . . .” She looks close to tears. “You got me sushi too?”
“I told you. This is your special day. I’m here to make sure you feel as special as possible.”
