Birthday girl

She wanted something different for her birthday this year. She spent the previous night with him to celebrate. It was cozy, intimate, much different from the louder, bigger parties she’d had each year for the last 10 years. They had a candle-lit dinner at her favorite seafood restaurant and toasted many times to the coming year. Two bottles of champagne later, he was giving her a piggyback ride home. It was a miracle that they didn’t fall to the ground, amidst all the drunken stumbling. They managed to find her front door and she invited him to stay considering how plastered he looked. They managed to take a shower together and shortly after passed out in the most awkward position on the bed. 

The next morning, she woke up before him and threw on a robe as she went to make coffee. He watched her leave and a few minutes later, was right behind her, his hands on her waist, as he kissed her good morning. She held on to enjoy his warm embrace. She could feel his very eager morning wood poking her thigh, beneath the robe. She gasped as he kissed her neck and loosened the knot that held her robe together. 

His hands reached for her breasts as he caressed them simultaneously, ever so gently. He could never quite get enough of them. They were perfectly rounded, juicy and her nipples were hypersensitive. One touch and she would close her eyes, gasping in pleasure. He turned her around and placed her on the kitchen counter, while he stood in front of her. He kissed her passionately as he slipped her out of her robe. He kissed her lips, neck, shoulders, arms and settled on first her left breast and then on her right. For what seemed like an eternity, he fondled her nipples with his tongue, circling them, licking them and flicking them. He went from one to the other and back again, over and over. “I can’t get enough of you”, he said as he kissed them. 

He motioned her to lay back as he knelt in front of her. He kissed the mound between her legs gently. He slid his tongue down the slit of her wetness, to feel how slippery she had become. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue as he gently penetrated her with his right index finger. She loved being eaten and fingered at the same time. When his finger was drenched in her juices, he stood up and motioned her to sit up and look down as teased the entrance to her wetness with this throbbing erection. He loved the way she gasped when he slipped in and slipped out rhythmically. He eventually went in all the way but remained still. He loved to savour the sensation and warmth of her walls wrapped firmly around his throbbing dick. 

He placed his hand behind her back as a support and she held his neck as he slid in and out of her. She moaned as he slipped all the way in, circling his hips so he could reach every nook and cranny of her depths. He continued to kiss her neck, gently biting her shoulder occasionally as his pleasure mounted. He placed his hands on her thighs as he thrust harder and harder into her. She enjoyed it a little rough. 

He couldn’t hold himself as his pleasure overwhelmed him. With one last thrust he grunted as he flooded her with his cum. She could feel his pulsation inside her. Still excited and hard, he brought her back to her feet and bent her over kitchen sink as he slipped into her from behind. Her breasts swayed across the counter, rubbing her nipples and driving her crazy. She wanted to take charge a little more so she began to wiggle her hips and throw it back at him. She could feel the pleasure ravish her whole body. He ran his fingers up and down her spine and the full sensory experience of everything that was happening to her body swept her in a wave of orgasms. She fell to the floor as her knees buckled. She was breathing heavy and her heart was racing. With his wet dick dangling above her, he reached out with his right hand saying, “good morning baby. Need a hand?”