Adrian sat at her vanity, her reflection and Michael's staring back at her. Her breathing was bated, nervous about what she had promised her husband she'd let him do.
Her hair was still up in a loosely pinned bun, held only by two bobby pins strategically placed in her long brown hair. The fine, teal colored straps of her evening gown rested precariously on her smooth, ivory shoulders, one strap threatening to fall at the slightest breath.
Michael easily slid one bobby pin from her hair allowing a huge portion of it to fall delicately around her right shoulder. He slowly brushed it aside, planting dew drop kisses down the back of her neck as he went. Adrian's neck instinctively tilted and her back arched allowing him easier access to the suddenly hypersensitive area. His breath was hot, like small puffs of fire on her skin. She closed her eyes and took in the feel of his smooth lips softly brushing along the sinewy lines of her neck, gasping each time his skin connected with hers.
Michael's fingers quickly found the second pin and the remainder of her hair fell to its full length around her shoulder framing her delicate face. Michael stopped, only momentarily, to view the image of his angel, Adrian, in the mirror again watching as his masculine hands caressed the length of her soft, feminine shoulders. The faltering strap on Adrian's gown finally fell over the edge, leaving an invisible trail down her arm that Michael's lips happily followed.
The subtle aroma of her fragrance only enticed Michael to try to consume more of her, as much as humanly possible. His hands fumbled for the zipper poised at the middle of her back and unzipped it, sliding his hands between the open material. The sudden warmth of the area sent a subdued tingle up Michael's spine. He peeled the Chiffon dress from around her chest, letting it fall the remainder of the way down her smooth, flat belly and lay in a blue-green pool in her lap. Her small yet pert, breasts boldly making an appearance and her pink nipples hardening at their sudden exposure.
Michael snaked his arms underneath hers while his hands grasped hungrily at each of her breasts. Adrian watched it all in the vanity mirror, his hands slowly molding her bosom like clay. She swiftly closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of his strong, manly hands on her body. He moaned as his lips ravaged her neck and his fingers toyed with her nipples. Adrian's hands automatically clasped themselves on top of Michael's trying to push them further into her skin.
"Don't..." he said as his hands froze in place on her breasts and his whole body stiffened. Adrian quickly dropped her hands back to her Chiffon covered lap, as she was suddenly reminded of her promise to him. His body relaxed and his hands began to move again, his fingers roaming all the way up from the soft dip just below her neck all the way down to where her dress hugged her at the waist.
A simple birthday wish was all it was, but Adrian had absolutely no idea how on earth she was going to keep her promise to him. Why was this so difficult for her? She merely had to do nothing...
***
"The only thing I want for my birthday tomorrow is not to be reminded of it, thank you very much," Michael said grabbing Adrian's arm and pulling her down on top of him on the couch. "Plus," he said hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead, "I already have what I want."
"Nice try." Adrian teased playfully wiping her forehead clean of his kiss.
"Come on," she chided. "I'm sure you must want something. I never know what to get you. You're the most difficult person I know to shop for."
"That's because you're over thinking it, babe," he said as he softly rubbed her shoulder. "You're making it more complicated than it has to be. I'd be happy with just a nice dinner and movie or whatever."
"Or 'whatever'," Adrian said mocking him. "What exactly is 'whatever'?"
Michael laughed out loud at the utter absurdity of the conversation.
"Why do I get the feeling this conversation isn't going to end until I pick something?" He asked as he grabbed the remote and muted the television set.
"Because it's not!" She said feeling suddenly excited that she finally seemed to be breaking him down. "You have to want something."
Michael sighed and ran his hand through the medium length, brown hair that was faintly revealing small speckles of gray at the edges.
Suddenly, his eyes darted devilishly down at Adrian and an abrupt sense of panic flooded her being. She eyed him suspiciously as she unconsciously licked her lips.
"What...?"
***
"Stand up," he whispered, the words bringing Adrian back into the moment. She took his hand as he helped her up from the vanity bench, her fingers clasped tightly within his as she gathered herself to her feet.
Michael wrapped his arms around Adrian's waist and slid his fingers beneath the cool fabric encompassing her hips. He pushed down with his hands easily taking the silky evening dress down with him. As it fell into a pool at her feet, he let his hand glide lazily up the curve of her bare buttocks and around to her hips and back. He dug his fingers into the juicy flesh, reveling in the satiny feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. His cock had already been at full mast since the very moment his lips first touched her neck. Now, with his wife completely naked before him, Michael felt as if he were going to explode right there. His breathing quickened as he drew her body even closer to his. For a moment, he thought 'to hell' with what he had planned.
His body cruelly ached in a way he wasn't at all familiar with. He'd made love to his wife numerous times over the last year and a half that they'd been married and fucked like bunnies countless times when they were dating, but he honestly couldn't ever remember wanting her,
needing
her as badly as he did right this moment. He unconsciously ground his hips into her, his body desperately trying to become one with her like it had done so many times before.
