He can see by the tone of my voice that I’m serious but still asks, “Are you sure?”
I bite my bottom lip before answering, “Yes. I want you inside me. Make love to me, Ky. Please.”
In a quick movement, Kyler flips me on my back and scoots us up to the top of the bed. “Oh, baby, you don’t have to beg, and this is quite possibly the best birthday ever.”
Kyler starts kissing me, our tongues tangling, fighting for control. He grabs my wrists and pushes them over my head. His fingers trail down my arms, teasing me, leaving goose bumps in their place. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and that fire is leading straight to my core. That’s how Kyler makes me feel…alive. I’ve waited so long to feel anything but emptiness, and here this man comes barging into my life and I welcome him into my arms, into my bed…into me. His hot breath trails from my neck to my collarbone. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing.
“Kyler…” I don’t even know what I want to say, but all thoughts leave my mind as his mouth continues his journey across my body. He bites the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet before licking the wound and blowing hot air on it to soothe the sting. It’s a combination of pain and pleasure, something I never thought I would want, but he makes me want more. My nipples are instantly hardened, almost painfully hard, in this bra that is becoming too tight and needs to be gone. I arch my back, forcing my breasts to rub against his chest, begging for more. Ky kisses down my shoulder to my chest, sliding one bra strap down before kissing his way to the other side and sliding that strap down. His hand reaches around my back and gently unhooks the clasp holding my breasts in.
“As sexy as this is…I like it better on the floor,” he says, leaning into my ear. He drags the bra down my body and tosses it to the floor. My breath becomes labored with anticipation. Kyler kisses and licks his way down my ribs. He presses back on his knees, resting on his feet
and giving me a glimpse of the giant bulge in his shorts that’s dying to break free. His fingers trail fire down my thighs to grip the lace edge of the stocking.
He bites his lip in an attempt to hide the ravenous look in his eyes that makes me dripping wet. He is trying to control himself. Slowly he drags the knee-high down my leg and tosses it to the floor to join my bra. Starting at my ankle, he licks his way up my legs, stopping just before where I need him most. He shifts to the other thigh, making the same movement to remove that one and toss it to the ground. He inches upward, licking and nibbling my inner thighs, causing me to let out a loud moan. Hovering over my sex, he hooks his fingers into the lace strips holding my panties to my skin.
“Ky,” I breathe, needing him to touch me before I combust, thrusting my hips in the air, needing more.
“It’s my birthday, baby, and I want to savor you even though it’s killing me not to just be deep inside you already.” His words and sharp tone almost make me come alone without his touch. My panties melt off me, joining the pile of clothes on the floor.
Kyler’s smile widens when he sees my pussy soaked with my juices craving to be touched and licked by him. His fingers drag up my inner thigh, stopping at the apex; I shiver at the sensation. I need friction and I need it now. Just as I am about to push him to his back and straddle him to create the movement I need at that moment, he makes his move for the promise land. His fingers finally graze my clit, my body tightens, and my back arches, waiting for release. One finger circles my clit, and he applies more and more pressure with each circle. I can feel the pressure starting to build in my toes. My hips jolt against his hand.
“Mmmmmmmm, you’re so wet. I love you dripping wet for me, that my touch does that to you.” His eyes close as he continues to slide his finger in and out, curling to hit the right spot, and that’s when I let go and let the impending orgasm take over my body.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
I grip the sheets as the wave of pleasure takes over, and I scream out Kyler’s name. Yep, definitely glad that we have the house to ourselves. Sending me plunging over the edge and coming on his fingers, Kyler bends down and takes my swollen clit in his mouth, adding to the pleasure by swirling his tongue around it. My legs try to close, but his free hand presses my knee down, forcing them open. When the pleasure finally surges, my whole body is shaking.
I open my eyes to find Kyler’s deep brown eyes staring at me, into me, through me even. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” he growls as he takes in the view of my flushed body in its postorgasmic state. I press up on my elbow, and my finger curls upward, motioning him to come here. He slides his gym shorts and boxer briefs down his legs, freeing his erection. I can feel the heat radiating from it. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer. I bite my lower lip and run my own tongue across it to relieve the sting, never taking my eyes off him as I reach for him and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He sucks in a breath as my grip tightens on him, moving up and down.
The sound of the foil package opening draws my attention back to reality as he grabs my fingers and removes them from him to cover himself with the condom before crawling over to me. Ky repositions himself between my legs, spreading them wider. The sexy girl ready to pounce fades, and nerves begin to kick in. It’s been four and a half years since I’ve had a man inside me, and my breathing escalates almost in an anxious way.
Cupping my cheek with his palm and stroking his thumb up and down, Kyler smiles. “It’s okay, Dani. We’ll go nice and slow, and if you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?”
I nod. I want this. I want him.
Kyler moves his hand from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. This kiss isn’t fast and crazed like before; this kiss is slow and sensual, calming my nerves in a way only Kyler would know how to do. I moan into his mouth and press my fingers under his arms and into his back as I feel him slowly inching inside me. He pauses, and I nod to continue.
Once fully inside, Kyler breathes out, “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” His hips begin to pump into me as I wrap my legs around his waist to encourage him to thrust deeper inside me. My fingers dig into his back, leaving marks, my mark, in his skin, claiming him as he claims me.
Kyler leans over, taking my nipple in his mouth while still thrusting, and I can feel my insides start to tighten again. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop,” I manage to get out.
“Oh baby, I don’t plan on stopping.” He takes his hard cock out before slamming back into me, then leans over to the other breast and swirls his tongue around my nipple. My head pushes back into the bed, and I meet his every thrust with my own. I am so close. As if he can sense it without me saying it, his hand finds its way down to my clit and feverishly rubs it in circles, and I’m done for. My legs tighten around his waist, and my pussy tightens around his cock, sweat now dripping down my forehead and back.
“Shit, right there, Dani.” After two more pumps into me and a loud moaning sound from him, deep within, he finds his own release and collapses on my chest, both of us heavily out of breath and spent. My eyelids flutter closed while trying to find words to say…any words at all.
Finally, Kyler lifts his head, causing my eyes to open and meet his gaze. “Wow” is all he can manage to get out, his brain clearly in the same state as mine. Still buried inside me, Kyler props up to his elbow and hovers over me, brushing his lips gently across mine. I run my fingers through his damp, sweaty hair and take comfort in his touch. I mourn the loss of him inside me as he slowly backs up out of me and off the bed toward the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I roll onto my stomach and stretch my limbs across the bed. I place my head on my bent arms and breathe contently and allow my eyes to close.
I feel the bed dip and a smack on my butt. “Hey!” My eyes open and my head shoots up off my arm. I am met with a genuine smile from Kyler. Damn, I thought he was hot before, but post-sex Kyler is even sexier. His cheeks are flushed, a light coating of sweat covers his chest, and his already messy hair is all over the place. Without even looking I’m sure there are red marks on his back where I dug my nails in. At some point he put his black boxer briefs back on, and he is currently sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bent on top of the bed and the other on the floor. My body is definitely taking up most of the bed, but I am in such a blissful state, I don’t want to move. Kyler tilts his head to the side, indicating for me to scoot over, and instead of complying, I smile and shake my head no, laughing, and duck my head under the pillow.
“Scoot over, babe,” he says with another smack of my butt. I scoot over about a half inch and continue laughing. “Oh, it’s gonna be like that, huh, and on my birthday.” He fakes taking offense and moves away. I come out from under the pillow and groan and scoot over far enough to allow him on the bed. He smiles at me knowing he just won and climbs into bed, reaching down for the blanket to cover us but stops what he is doing as I continue to scoot toward the other side. I’m quickly tugged by the hip. “Oh no, babe, where you think you’re going?” I’m met with a sexy smirk on his face.
“Ummm, allowing you room on the bed.” Kyler pulls me closer to him and twists me around so that my head is on his chest. I’d be lying if I said this hasn’t become my favorite spot to be. I wrap my leg around his and lay my hand across his waist. Even though he has his boxer briefs on, I am still completely naked. He pulls the covers up and settles into bed.
My fingers trace his chest while he runs his fingers up and down my arm with his lips pressed against the top of my head. Nervously I ask, “So did you enjoy your birthday present?”
He lets out a laugh. “Is that a trick question? Dani, that was amazing.” Pinching my chin with his thumb and forefinger, he raises it so that I look at him. “I mean it, that was…I don’t even have words. I would have waited for as long as you needed, but now that I’ve had you, all I can think about is when can I have you again? Are you sure we need to still go with everyone because I’d much
rather just spend my birthday in bed with you.”