He was forced to say her name three times before she responded and even then it seemed as though she was rising up from the deepest depths of some uncharted body of water to do so. On her back and spread across the bed before him, her eyes were closed and her small hand was cupping a tiny vibrator against herself and over her panties. She was moaning softly with her bottom lip tucked into her teeth.
He laughed to himself and called her gently once more. Her eyes fluttered open and a warm blush spread across her face. She was flush from self-pleasure and her bent knees, spread unevenly, afforded him a clear view of the moist little spot resting at the gusset of her tiny lace panties.
"On your stomach now, baby," he instructed.
A small frown skittered across her face at the request. He knew exactly why. She was close and when she got this close she got selfish. But tonight was about him, at least for right now, and he wanted her on her stomach.
"But," she started in breathy protest.
"It's my birthday baby," he chided. "Don't you want to show me my gift? No one says you have to stop what you're doing."
A small smile bloomed on her tiny, pink mouth and she shyly rolled over onto her tummy.
"Up on your knees. That's it, just a little."
Keeping her knees spread she tipped her ass up in the air and presented herself to him. The view was spectacular. She wore opaque thigh-high stockings which were pure white. The delicate white ruffles at the top were his favorite part and they matched the trim on her little lacy panties. The panties were white as well except for the decadent lavender ribbons at each side holding them onto her rounded hips in fat, perfectly tied bows. His cock stirred at the thought of tugging at those bindings with his teeth and watching the wisps of lace flutter the floor.
"Look at me Princess," he said and she dutifully turned her head to look back at him over her own shoulder. His view of her upturned feet, ass, arched back and the small, round face peering out from the mop of dark brown curls was well known, but never got old. Her small palm was still holding the pink mini-vibe and moving in tight little circles against her mound.
He stepped forward and put his hands on her ankles near the edge of the bed. He tugged her roughly towards him and smiled at her soft 'ooof' of surprise as she quickly recovered the position he had told her to take for his pleasure. It was the least she could do for him on his birthday.
"Are you my gift, baby?" He put his hands on her either side of her hips and trailed little circles softly with just his fingertips. He watched goosebumps play along her skin. "Shall I unwrap you?" He didn't wait for her reply. He took hold of the satin bows at her hips and began to slide them down slowly. The cool purple cloth played beautifully along her pale skin, but he couldn't help but be distracted by the prize he sought.
The lace moved smoothly over the curve of her ass revealing his gift, a tiny princess plug. His cock lunged at the sight.
He took a step back and admired the view. Scraps of expensive French lace stretched taut between her thighs and held resolutely in place by delicate lavender ties. These rested immediately above the ruffled hem of her thigh-highs. Her small stockinged feet hung just off the edge of the bed in front of him. There wasn't another trace of clothing on her tight little body. And the best part? Thanks to the smooth toy she wielded between her legs, which was no longer separated from her wet little pussy by the panties, her backside was slowly swaying back and forth in time with her own breathless coos and sighs.
But her eyes snapped open at the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper undone. She watched as he spread the waistband of his trousers and pushed them over his hips. It was his turn to smile to himself as he watched her rapt attention and the tip of her pink tongue dart out to run along her bottom lip. He adjusted the growing bulge in his boxers and ran his hands over himself while keeping his eyes locked on hers.
