He said it was a birthday surprise.
He knew that I was not looking forward to turning thirty this year. It wasn't the idea of thirty that bothered me, so much as the actual milestone. The actual event itself, coming at me with guns blazing. Did it have to be on Easter this year? Really, why must I always connect thirty and a national holiday? A fun holiday with bunnies and candy? One of the most childish to celebrate, when not observing it strictly in a religious setting. So one of the most childish holidays, ushering in the official death of my childish twenties. Figures. He knew I felt this way, and when he saw me pouting at the calendar hanging in the kitchen he came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms.
"Hey, where's my smile?" he asked in a teasing voice. I stuck my lip out farther in an even more exaggerated pout. "Come on, now...give me my smile. You know how much I love to see it. Give me what I want and I'll tell you a secret." He whispered the last bit against the skin of my neck as he leaned down and grazed my flesh with his lips. I held out a moment longer, loving his playfulness whenever he wanted to cheer me up. As soon as I felt him nuzzling into my neck farther I couldn't withhold the giggle that bubbled up, and when his fingers started tickling at me I gave in to full on laughter. "That's my girl!" I heard him chuckle from somewhere behind my ear.
"What's the secret?" I breathed out quickly as I felt his hands slide from my ribcage to the front of my shirt, slowly creeping up to cup my full breasts. I could feel his fingers locating and teasing my nipples into stiff peaks while I tried to keep my composure. Leaning back against his chest to fully enjoy his onslaught, I repeated my question. "Erik! What's the secret?" I let out in a combination whine/moan.
I felt his teeth nip my neck in that wonderful sweet spot that only he could ever find at the same moment he ground his erection against my ass. I moaned louder and slid my hands behind him, cupping his firm ass through his jeans as I rubbed my own ass back against him. His hot mouth slid up from my neck to the outer shell of my ear, licking and nipping me into a frenzy. His hands were working my tits almost roughly now, and I couldn't contain the groans being drawn from my body. I heard his deep voice rumble in my ear, not even attempting to hide his own arousal.
"Shhhh....I have a surprise for you, but you don't get it until your birthday. You have to be a very good girl until then," he whispered between a nip and sucking my earlobe into his delicious mouth. He knew he had me at that moment as I sagged against him. I was absolute putty in his hands. Putty for a master sculptor, who could bring such magic into the world with his large, capable hands. I felt his hands leave my breasts in order to pry my grip loose from his delectable ass. He then took my arms and positioned me, bending me forward to grip the edge of the kitchen counter. As I leaned forward and braced myself, I felt his warm hands run down the length of my bare legs and back up again, slowly creeping up the backs of my thighs. As he reached the hem of the obscenely short skirt that I wore whenever we were alone together, he paused. "Are you being a good little girl right now?" he asked breathlessly, heat dripping from every word. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, my moist lips and clit swelling with every breath I took.
"Yes," I managed to slip out. I felt his slowly circling fingertips stop abruptly.
"Yes, what?" his deep voice boomed in my ear. Oh God, he was going there already. I always knew that I was done for the second we went down this road.
"Yes...Daddy," I swallowed deeply, gulping down air, trying to fight that instant heat wave that came over me whenever he became forceful like this.
