"How was your evening?" She said, after they had finally arrived home. It had been exhausting, and she sat there now in his arms, purring with satisfaction as he gently stroked her hair. She wore a black dress, low cut, which had threatened to show everyone her body all night, and now nearly fell off as she lay next to him on the couch.
"Almost perfect."
She heard his heartbeat, smiling at that. And his stomach as well. It gurgled with satisfaction, a wonderful dinner inside of there. They had gone out to dinner with all of their friends, the bill running up into the hundreds, wine flowing free.
"Almost? What is missing?"
He breathed in, sighing his relief. She hugged him tighter just because of that, snuggling further into his touch. Oh, she could fall asleep right here and now. She wanted to fall asleep, there was a comfortableness in his arms that she had always longed for. Ever since a girl she had wanted that feeling, so like when she would snuggle next to her father during movies. When Bruce first wrapped his arms around her, and that safe warm feeling ran up her spine, she knew he was the one.
"Just one thing," He kissed her forehead, his tongue coming out to just taste her skin. She giggled, loving the way that kiss ran along her entire body. At once she was awake, and alive. She could feel the throb between her legs. How could his simple kiss caused such a flutter?
"Well," She peered behind him at the clock, where it showed a good thirty minutes or so left before midnight, "It is still your birthday, you know. I could give you another present if you wish."
This time she moved gracefully into his lap. Such a simple move, to have her body slide along him, her arms wrap around his neck. To feel those muscles begin to tighten as he came up to touch her. She kissed him, tasting lobster and butter, giggling at the taste, but licking her lips anyway.
"I wanted to try something tonight," He said, holding her, one hand rubbing her thigh the right way, while the other ran under her dress, pressing into her ass. She had to bite her lower lip to stop from moaning against him. He had always played with her ass, always loved to touch it, and spank it. She never told him no, never refused him. How could she, how could she refuse such a wonderful strong man?
She never agreed to anal though, he could touch and spank and squeeze all he wanted, but she never felt comfortable with anything more.
Tonight, the look in his eye told her what he wanted.
"You mean back there?" She felt like a kid when she said it, like some silly teenager asking if she could see his thingy. Her head dropped into the crook of his neck, giggling once more. The giggle of youth and wine and that flirty innocence she always got when she talked with him about it.
"It could be my birthday present," His voice sounded so soothing. With her ear right up against his chest, she felt the voice inside of him. It burst with such power at that simple phrase.
And, for the first time she actually found herself thinking of it. Because she trusted him, because he was her lover, because that longing need still heated her thighs, because he always loved her, and because she would do anything for him. How many more reasons did she need? Just his birthday. Icing on top of his cake.
"Ok..." The word soft and reluctant, her face still hidden, roses burning brightly on her cheeks now. It was as if she had already done it, just by saying it was ok she had committed such a dirty little act.
It wasn't dirty, not that. She was a woman of modern day. She wore see thru panties and had sex in public, and would purr every time someone touched her just the right way. She had her share of lovers, her share of experiences, and her share of sexual toys.
She had just never been interested in anal. It never excited her; never brought up those butterflies inside of her. She felt butterflies every time she wrapped her legs around him, letting her fingernails rake across his back, crying out his name over and over again, being swept by the waves of pleasure. Her cunt would grip him, soothe him, beg him for his seed.
She would beg as well, she had begged before.
She liked to beg.
But, tonight she didn't beg. She laid on his lap, nibbling on his lower lip, and allowing him to rub her ass the right way. It was his turn to beg.
She said yes.
He kissed her, the kind of kiss that awoken passion inside of her. The kind which had her lose her own breath. No, she didn't lose her breath, he stole it away from her. Each hard full kiss stole her lips and her heart, and all she could do was tremble and quake in his presence.
"The bedroom," He said, heated and breathless on her neck. If she was not so turned on she would have giggled again. Instead she let out a hard moan against his skin. Her hand ran through his hair, thick brown curls between her fingers. She pulled his head down, bending her slender neck slightly, ever so slightly to let him find that one spot. She craved to have him touch it, kiss it, lick along her sensitive neckline. Her hands guiding him, a smile pleasant on his face.
He embraced her neck. A vampire come to life, he bent to suckle on her sweet skin, tongue running just where she wanted it. Another moan escaped her, soft and satisfying.
His arms wrapped around her now, and he picked her up. She shrieked, laughing as she grabbed for him, trying to hold on. She must have flailed about, almost sending both of them to the floor in a mess of arms and legs. He was steady though, calm. He carried her into the bedroom as if she were his prize, his gift for the night. She wanted to be his gift, she wanted to give him such happiness, make his dreams come true.
And worst of all, she wanted him inside of her.
He laid her upon the bed, running his hands down her body. Her dress was askew, one of the straps already fallen over her shoulder. It was hardly a dress anymore though. Now, it had become nothing more than an obstacle.
He bent up, removing his own clothing. More obstacles. He made short work of it, shedding such needless things. She did the same, wiggling away from the dress, removing it, throwing it in the corner. When she bought it, sleek and sexy, that is where she always imagined it would be at the end of the night, bunched in the corner, lost and forgotten in a world of passion.
He crawled on top of her, naked, loving. She already wrapped her arms around him, her legs not far behind. She kept him close, harsh breath caught in her throat as she felt their skin touch.
When his chest rode along hers, she finally felt the ache of her breasts. They were greedy and jealous, having had no attention before. The first of his fingers caressed them, nipples already hard enough to cut glass. She gasped aloud as his touch continued. She felt a hard weakness running down her skin, and could only arc her back to his touch. Her nipples pained delightfully from wanting him.
It was not enough. He brought his head down. She squealed in delight when he sucked the first one into his mouth. Her body tightened around him now, holding him to her breast, noises escaping her in loud little octaves, none of them familiar, none of them recognizable as anything but sounds of lust.
He moved down her body, writhing from such touches as he would give her. She felt alienated, as if him having two hands were not enough. He needed more hands to touch her, mouths to kiss her. And how slow he was, to cascade down her stomach, kissing a trail which made her shutter in delight. She knew he went slow on purpose, teasing her. Her hips bucked in frustration, she bit her lower lip, looking down.
"Please," She would beg, she would whimper, she would do anything to please him now. He lay between her legs, he looked on her body with a divine hunger that could never be fully satisfied. She would beg for any man who looked at her like that. Please, her eyes screamed, please use her body, take what he wanted. God, it was never enough, it would never be enough.
Fingers touched against her sex, still contained in dark see-thru panties. She tried to hold back a moan, only half successful, unsure why she held it back, why she even felt a need not to shout out her relief and frustration from the rooftops.
No, she knew why.
It was a way to tease him as he teased her. He loved to hear her, to have her make such sounds at his simple touch. To deny him would make him angry, and make him push faster.
She whimpered, holding back as one finger brushed against her clit. It felt afire now. Her whole body trembled, thighs parting just at his simple touch. Why would it be so hard to hold back a moan for him? It was his moan, he deserved it, to know her encouragement, to hear how he pleased her.
God, he did please her. He pleased her with every touch, every movement.
He brought his lips down upon her cunt, even through the panties she could feel his hot breath. She grabbed the satin sheets, her breath harder now, crying out. She had to, she had to cry out. She couldn't bottle up such pleasure. It was too much, her cry came rushed and frenzied.
Then, his tongue found her. It ran up her slit, it devoured her taste. Juices ran freely from her now, soaking the panties. Her back arched, mouth open, crying out his name, his pleasure. He only moved up to her clit, just that one spot, wrapping his entire mouth around it.
Everything blurred. The height destroying her. She shook as it ran through her, screaming out everything for him. Her hands in his hair, grabbing and pulling him further into her. She held him to her sex, grinding her cunt into his face. The orgasm refused to stir. She cried out again, pushing herself until all she could do was lie back in exhaustion.
She had to catch her breath. Where had it gone? So worn out by just the one orgasm, a runaway train leering down the track at impossible speeds.
But... oh, she squealed as she felt him moving again. He took off her underwear, wet with her juices, sticking to her thighs. She smiled, watching him take it off, seeing his hands slowly run down her legs once more. They were weak now, compliant. He guided her legs to where they needed to be, and she let him.
He moved one across the other, "Turn over."
She loved that tone in his voice, commanding and lustful at the same time. It almost sounded hurt too, as if he were angry that she got to cum all over his face and he received nothing. She loved that tone though, love him being angry. When he brought anger into the bedroom, wonderful things happened.
She played with him, only a moment. Slowly turning over on the bed, one leg draping over the other. Her ass coming into view. His eyes sparkled once he saw it, like a kid who just found out Santa had come to visit. What a present he would be getting. His eyes drawn to it immediately, his hands not far behind.
By the time she settled down on her stomach, away from him, she felt fingers gently probing once more. They spread her legs out, pushed a pillow under her, making her ass stick out obscenely at him. She admired his work, loving him all the more for it. Everything he did was with precision, every moment worked out to the exact detail.
She just laid there, letting him do what he needed.
