I never had the good fortune to have sex on my birthday. It always sounded like a great thing — especially on Jeremih’s water bed, right? But, I had always somehow missed out and that needed to change. Having a steady boyfriend, especially one as wonderful as him, is a luxury in this way; we requested off work, and we made plans for a nice few days together, making meals, playing video games, and fucking to our hearts’ content. I was excited, too, because this year I was putting my birthday virginity behind me. The days leading up to my birthday with him were unsurprisingly great. We don’t live together, so it’s important that we make the most of the days we get to share under one roof.
I love how well his fingertips know every inch of my body, every dip and curve and slope. His fingertips always press and stroke me in exactly the right places, to make me moan and bite my lips and tug on fistfuls of his hair. He teases me, he pushes one single finger inside me, then he slips it onto my tongue so I can taste myself and god, if that doesn’t turn me on, I don’t know what does. He’ll kiss my neck, my collarbone, he’ll suck on my nipples for just a second and he’ll move further down my body, brushing past my navel, until —
Hmm, what were talking about?
I told him the night before my birthday that I wanted (and needed) to sleep in. He promised we would; he knew I’d worked nine days in a row between two jobs and I was exhausted. Of course I woke up just an hour or so past my normal alarm, but it was nice enough to start to the day wrapped up in his warm arms. Not for him, though. It wasn’t long until those perfect fingers pulled up the hem of my nightshirt and traced their way along my slit, through the soft lace of my underwear. He moved slowly at first, almost as if he weren’t doing it at all, tender enough to be a dream, and then quickly, with more assertion until he massaged my clit, the lace and the pressure from his finger made me moan and move backward, grinding my ass against him.
His lips touched my neck and my shoulders, and I turned in bed so I could look at him, bite his lips, and wrap my legs around him. I needed to be as close to him as I could. He moved his hand away from my panties for just a moment, long enough for me to miss the feeling, and then slipped his hand inside, sliding two fingers between my pussy lips, feeling how wet I was already, and slowly, gently teasing my clit. He kept his fingers in place, eyes locked with mine, knowing he’d make cum at any moment. I bucked my hips and whispered, “harder”. I wanted him to melt me. He made quick work of me; soon I was squeezing my thighs around his hand and grabbing his arm and breathing out a shaky “fuck.”
Before I had a chance to register what was happening, he had pulled off my panties and pushed up my nightshirt. His hungry mouth sucked on one tit as his hand massaged the other and tugged on my tender nipples. I pushed my hips toward him but he politely ignored my advances, instead choosing to take his time on my breasts. I needed him inside me, though. I tugged on his hair and reached for his cock, rubbing its head in my warm, wet slit. I bit my lip and begged, and finally, finally, he slid inside me. Few things feel as amazing as his big cock entering me after I’ve been teased and after I’ve cum. He makes me feel so full and whole and, god. I arched my back and pressed my fingernails into his hips. He pounded me, fucking me fast and hard as I begged for it faster and harder. He moved my legs from around his waist to over his shoulders and pulled me close so that I could feel every single inch of him inside me. I felt my stomach tighten and my legs tense up; he didn’t stop for a second. He fucked me hard, right through my second orgasm, pulling my hips down on his dick, feeling my body quiver around him.
In one swift motion, he got off the bed and turned me to the edge of the mattress. He pulled me toward him and pushed back my knees, somehow filling me even more. I grabbed my ankles to spread myself wider, so he could see more of my body glowing in the milky light from the bedroom window. One hand pressed on my stomach while the other wrapped around my neck. He fucked me just as before, hard and deep, moaning and gritting his teeth. Knowing he was close, I tugged at his wrist, wanting to speak.
“Don’t cum,” I said. I turned on my stomach and crawled across the bed, beckoning him to follow. I got onto my knees and bent forward, presenting my ass and begging him to slip back inside me. As he did, I stretched out on the bed and he settled on top of me, one hand back around my neck where it belongs and the other in my hair, fucking me until I began to whimper, tremble, and cum. I pressed myself against him so that he was further inside me and I felt him cum, too, barely even a moment after I did. I love the way it feels when he cums inside me, all heat and eroticism. He kissed my neck and my cheek and smoothed the hair out of my eyes as we stayed prone, trying to catch our breath. Another aftershock, another kiss on the head.
“Happy birthday, babe,” he said.
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