“On your twenty–first birthday—it’s your birthday present.” He closes his eyes as if pained. I can’t help it, tears instantly overfill my eyes. I bend and slowly kiss the tattoo. Overcome with emotion I can’t hold the tears back as they run freely down my face. I hold him in an embrace around the stomach as I sob against his body. He runs his fingers through my hair.
“Happy birthday, precious girl.” I stand up and that’s it. I know it’s over. I will do anything he wants. With dark eyes he ticks his jaw and cracks his neck. I love that. “Now stop with the blubbering and show me how much you’ve fucking missed me.” He smiles and bites his lip as he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto my knees. I drop, eager to taste him. Desperation hits as I rip his pants down. His engorged length falls into my hands and I lick my lips as I size up the perfect manhood in front of me. Holy mother fuck, he’s frigging huge. Has he always been this big? He gently runs his fingers through my hair and lifts himself into my waiting mouth. I close my eyes as I swirl my tongue around the tip and gently suck.
“Fuck,” he hisses and leans back against the wall, unable to hold his weight on his legs any longer. His response urges me on and I take the full length of him. I suck harder and hold onto his hips for balance. Slowly but surely I build a rhythm, each stroke deeper than the last, each suck more powerful. The contrast between the hard powerful lurches of his hips into my mouth and the gentle stroking of his hands on my hair bring me to an involuntary groan. I am rewarded with a gush of pre–ejaculate. God, he tastes good. His breathing is laboured and he leans his head back against the wall.
“Fuck Tash, you suck me so good,” he breathes. He pushes the hair from my forehead and runs his fingers down my cheeks, feeling them dip in as I suck. His mouth drops open as he watches me, and the look in his eyes is pure predatory. Our eyes lock and something shifts between us— memories reawaken. An unspoken language that only we can understand. I close my eyes to block out the intimacy. It’s too much. Too fast. He pulls himself free of my mouth and bends to kiss me, a slow gentle tongue kiss.
“Stand,” he whispers. “I need to be inside you, precious girl.” I stand and he kisses me again as he pushes me back to the vanity and lifts me to sit on top of it. He slowly undoes my towel from my body and stands back to look at me. I feel self–conscious. It’s the middle of the frigging day and I’m spread–eagled in front of the most beautiful man on the planet. His eyes drop to between my legs.
“Perfect,” he whispers. I smile as I internally thank Abbie for the appointment at the Beautiful Behinds waxing salon yesterday. I owe her…big time. He runs his hand down the front of my neck to my breasts which he cups with his hands, my nipples hardening under his attention. He lets out a low groan and closes his eyes. Seriously, this man is hot. I think the phrase god’s gift to women is definitely appropriate in this situation. His mouth drops open again as he watches with dark eyes his fingers run down the length of my body and he swipes them through the wet flesh between my legs. I whimper and throw my head back to lean on the mirror. He starts to kiss my neck with an open mouth and gently starts to spread my knees with his hands, running slowly both hands backwards and forwards from my knees to my hips. I know he’s trying to calm himself. His breath is quivering as he sucks in air. Just the thought that he could be this aroused from my body starts to liquefy my insides and I find myself panting, anticipating his next move. His fingertips circle through my swollen flesh and his thumb rubs over my clitoris. I shudder with arousal. “Fuck, you are dripping wet,” he smiles into my neck. I grab the back of his head and bury it into my neck. I can’t even speak, let alone answer. A low moan escapes me. Even if I wanted to stop and I don’t, it would not be physically possible at this point. My body has gone into overdrive and is on a one–way race track to orgasm. He steps back and once again stares down at my open weeping flesh, he cracks his neck hard and I know he’s gone past his physical limits of restraint. His mouth slackens and he slowly pushes one of his fingers into me, twisting his hand as he does. He closes his eyes as he moans. “Fuck!” I smile and bite my lip. I like that response, I like it a lot. Standing back with eyes still focused on my sex he slowly fucks me with his finger and then adds a second as he twists his hand again. I groan and lean my head back. Shit, I think I’m going to come from just this, how embarrassing. He seems to lose control and bites my neck hard as his strong fingers pick up the pace.
“You’re so tight, precious. I wanted to come with you first time, but it’s not going to work.” He bites me, taking possession, and it’s almost painful. Goose bumps scatter again.