Dani leans over and kisses her mom’s cheek before her mom blows out her candles.
“M mmmmmmmm…that feels good,” comes out more as a breathless moan as Kyler applies more pressure as he massages my feet in his lap. We’ve spent the last few hours curled up on the couch watching movies. Tomorrow is Kyler’s birthday, and he asked for a relaxing night in with me tonight since we are headed out with his family and mine tomorrow. What my man wants, he gets—little does he know he will be getting a lot more later.
I spent part of the morning shopping with Haylee picking out the perfect lingerie to surprise him with. This man has been so patient wi
th me that it’s time to take our whatever this is—relationship, I guess—to the next level. I am finally ready. It’s been a few weeks since our night at my parents’ house. I had definitely thought about going all the way then, but I didn’t want our first time to be at my parents’ house, a quickie, and in a bed that I had shared before with another man.
I have been giving little hints all night. Of course, each movie picked had a sex scene that got my pulse racing. If I don’t move soon, I may end up taking him right here on the couch. I want to feel his hands on not just my feet but on my whole body. I love the way he touches me; he brings my body alive in so many ways. I didn’t think I would ever feel that again. True, it scares the shit out of me, but there is just something about this man that makes me want more.
I slowly pull my foot out of his grasp and lift it over his head to the back of the couch to trap him between my legs. He looks up at me with lustful eyes, before rising to his knees and hovering above me. My feet settle behind his calves to lock him in place. He dives his head into my neck where I can feel his hot breath on me as he drags his nose along my skin.
“So, almost birthday boy, are you about ready to open your present?”
Placing kisses up my neck and jawline toward my mouth, he whispers against my skin, “Baby, I told you not to get me anything. Just spending it with you is enough.”
I reach down and pull his face to mine so we are only inches apart. “I know, but this isn’t just for you…” I cut myself off by closing the distance between us and locking my lips with his. The kiss starts off slow and timid but quickly gets deeper. I press my center that is already pulsing with need and ready for him against his growing bulge. My hands slide in his hair, gripping tighter as anticipation for what is about to happen surges through my body. A deep, almost growl noise comes from the back of his throat. My hand travels down his body from his strong shoulders to his defined stomach down to the top of his shorts. I tease him by dragging my finger along the top of his shorts without fully letting my fingers go in. He breaks the kiss and places his forehead against mine and bites his lip.
“So what were you saying about this…” He loses his train of thought as my hand reaches into his shorts fully and my thumb rubs the tip of his cock through his boxer briefs.
“Hmmm…what was it you were saying, Ky?” I slowly pull my hand back out of his shorts and trail my fingers back up his body under his shirt this time. I run my nails down the hard planes of his chest, knowing that it turns him on.
He swallows and looks into my eyes before his lids fall heavy. “You said something about my birthday present. As long as its unwrapping you, I’m happy.”
I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me, pushing my tongue in his mouth to massage his own, and bite his bottom lip as we pull apart, continuing to grind on him. “Why don’t you take me to bed or lose me forever,” I say, quoting Top Gun, which he had first picked out for us to watch. In a flash, he is up, scooping me off the couch into his arms and sprinting to his room.
“Wait, baby, wait.” I press my hands on his chest when he gets to my bedroom door. I have been spending most nights in his room, but I want to surprise him with the outfit Haylee talked me into buying, which I have on my dresser in my room.
“But…” he whines as I force him to set me on the ground and grab the door handle to let me inside. I press up to my toes and run my tongue along his favorite spot on his neck, trailing to his ear.
“I have to get your present, so you go get on the bed and I’ll be right in.” I bite his earlobe, forcing another deep moan from him. He pushes me against the door and kisses me, leaving me longing for more when he walks past to his room. His eyes never leave mine as he walks away, and I slip into the confines of my own room.
I rush over to the pink Victoria’s Secret bag that holds the black lace bra, matching thong, and lace knee-highs, and I grab the black heels from the closet. Quickly changing out of my leggings and T-shirt, I know this new thong will simply be ruined. My mouth has been dry ever since Kyler left me at my bedroom door, all wetness gathering between my legs.
Sliding the knee-highs on, I look in the mirror and don’t even recognize the vixen standing in front of me. With Emmett, we had young love—the most I would dress up was a tank top and sexy boy shorts or a thong. I never went all out like this. I adjust my boobs that are now spilling out of this bra and rush over to my cosmetic bag to grab the bright red lipstick I picked up today as well. The salesperson said my lips were “totally fuckable in this shade.” He said it’s also what his boyfriend said to him the night before. I giggle at the memory as I adjust my hair and slip on my high heels. I take a deep breath. Yep, this is happening—no turning back now.
I walk the few feet from my bedroom to Kyler’s, thankful that Haylee and Zach are out with her friend Cami tonight and they won’t walk in on me in this outfit. I will have to thank Haylee later. Kyler’s bedroom door is open, and I peek in to see him sitting in his bed against the headboard. He’s lost the shirt and is now only in his gym shorts. Holy shit that man’s body is amazing. I am forever grateful for the hours he and Zach spend at the gym. I am pretty sure I am about to get a workout of my own.
He hasn’t noticed me standing in the doorway yet—I’m surprised because I was anything but quiet walking in these heels. I think my nerves might have finally set in.. Kyler is looking off at something, deep in thought, facing the opposite direction of me. He hasn’t shaved the past few days, so his chiseled jaw is lined with stubble, and it is the sexiest thing ever. I love to feel his stubble against my thighs. His hands are clasped together by his mouth—maybe he is trying to figure out what the present is. We had agreed that I wouldn’t get him anything, but I’m not sure that letting him sink deep in my pussy counts as getting him a present. Maybe an orgasm courtesy of something other than my hand or mouth counts too.
I wait a few moments and adjust my stance in the doorway, leaning my back against it with my left foot propped up against the frame, showing off my elongated legs. I clear my throat, and his head whips around so fast it’s impressive that he doesn’t get whiplash.
“Holy fucking shit, baby! Is that my present?” He rubs his jaw with his palm as if his mind is racing with dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to me. I step into the room so that he can admire my body fully and nod. I lock my eyes on him as I walk toward the corner of the bed.
“Come here.”
He pushes off the headboard so he can join me at the edge of the bed. I step forward into the space, spreading his legs apart a little farther. His eyes browse the black lace covering my body—or, well, partially covering. His hands slowly ride up the outer part of my thigh to my ass where he squeezes it in his hands.
“You did this all for me?” he asks between kisses up my stomach to my breasts.
My fingers trace his arms and land on his shoulders. “Do you like it?” Can he sense my nervousness and hesitation? I am completely out of my element here.
He places his hands on the small of my back and pulls me toward him. “I love it. You are so fucking sexy—I feel bad though.” My sexy smile drops, and I am instantly regretting the outfit choice. “Oh no, no, Dani, it’s not what you think. I feel bad, because I want to tear all of this off you right now and get my hands on you.”
There it is—the encouragement I needed. I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs. I trace my fingers from his shoulders up the back of his neck to play with the messy pieces of hair that hang there. I massage into his scalp, and he lets out a deep groan.
Grinding my hips against his, I attack his mouth hungrily, tightening my grip on his neck to pull me closer. While Kyler trails kisses down my jaw to my neck and across my collarbone, I look over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and see it reads 12:03 a.m. I pull back on his hair to bring his attention back to me. He looks confused as to why I want him to stop, assuming maybe I’m still not ready. The sides of my mouth turn up in a devilish smile, and I rub my already soaking wet undies on him. It’s my turn to trail kisses along his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, and chest before making my way back to his lips.
“Happy Birthday, Kyler…now make love to me.”