“Is this my birthday present?” I asked him as he brought his face down in between my legs. As I felt his mouth connect with aching lips I knew I had my answer.
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But let’s back up for a quick moment. How did I end up on my back in bed with my lover/current roommate between my legs? Well Tristan [M35] and I [F25] had been spending a lot of time together since we recently became “roommates”. We were friends and lovers for a few years and he helped me out with a temporary living situation in the month or so before I was moving across the country. He had a rule that he didn’t hook up with roommates. Luckily, that barely lasted two weeks with us.
My birthday happened to fall about a week before my big move, as well as a day that was shared with a holiday. I worked all morning (don’t you love jobs where you have to work holidays?) then he picked me up and we drove to his parents’ house where we had a nice dinner with some of his family and family friends- including a home made birthday cake for me made by his mom! As soon as he picked me up from work though I knew I wanted him. We had been fairly sexually active recently, both because of our proximity to each other and the pending separation of my move. So as a result I was eager to get a moment alone with him.
We were both pretty tired by the time we arrived though and we floated the idea of taking a nap in the guest room until the rest of the guests arrived. This cued my fantasy about snuggling together to nap but then slowly waking him up the best way I knew how and making him cum while dinner was being prepared downstairs. Alas we never got our time to nap though so our alone time would have to wait.
After a lovely dinner and delicious cake we were ready to head home, so we said our goodbyes. Once we got outside I pulled him into me and kissed him. It was a warm up kiss, a way to communicate what I wanted from him later that night. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close to him. He had a way of making me feel so safe and comfortable in his arms. At 6ft he protected my 5ft2 petite frame. I leaned into him and into the kiss, needing him closer, wanting to wrap myself in the loveliness and comfort of the entire night.
We separated eventually and completed the drive back home to our apartment. Our living situation had the excitement of a couple in the honeymoon period after moving in together. And that night I definitely felt that energy as we arrived home. Instead of heading to my separate room, I made my way to his room, leading the way. I made myself at home in his room, taking my shoes off and putting my bag down. It was an unspoken thing, that even though I was a tenant with my own room, at this point his room was pretty much shared with me as well.
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I felt him walk up behind me and slide his hands around my waist, leaning against me as we slightly swayed back and forth. My arms rested on his around my waist as I leaned my head back into him. I could stay like that forever. Well, if not for the growing longing down below. I needed him. And I felt him need me. He leaned down and began kissing my neck as I brought my hand up to pull him in closer. As he kissed and sucked my neck, his hands started wandering over my body, exploring my hips, then traveling up to my stomach and up the inside of my shirt. He eventually reached my breasts and cupped them over my bra, quickly squeezing them and pulling me into him. I could feel how hard he was behind me. He was shifting over to taking the lead, something I was quite familiar with in our dynamic and made me feel comfortable. But I could tell tonight wasn’t all about his needs, he wanted to give me all the pleasure I needed on my special day.
I jumped on the bed and quickly took my shirt off. I laid back to shimmy my jeans off, but he laid over me before I could. We shared a deep kiss, a kiss that told me to get ready to enjoy the ride. He worked his way down to my breasts and kneaded them through my bra. Soon they needed to be free though. He pulled the bra cups down one at a time and began to devour each one, licking and sucking on my nipple while I squirmed under him. Occasionally he would gently bite down and listen the moans that couldn’t help but escape my lips. The pleasure mixed with just a tiny hint of pain was extremely effective in getting me going. He then unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them down and off me. My panties followed, Tristan taking his time. He positioned himself at my lower half…
“Is this my birthday present?” I asked him as he brought his face down in between my legs. As I felt his mouth connect with aching lips I knew I had my answer.
“Ooooh baby yes” I moaned out as I ran my fingers through his dark hair. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, giving into the phenomenal feeling his tongue was giving me. He was lapping me up but alternating enough to keep my body on edge, finding moments to apply gentle pressure to my clit. I was moaning and writhing. I looked down at him and he made eye contact with me, studying my expression and making slight adjustments to watch me lose myself even more. He was naughty- he loved knowing he was in charge and that what he was doing to me was working.
Before I got too close to cumming though he stopped and came up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips. I pulled his shirt off, needing him as naked as I was. Wanting his skin to make contact with mine. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, stepping out of those and his boxers. He climbed back on top of me, kissing me deeply. But now I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. He played with my tits as his cock teased my pussy, having their own conversation.
Our breath was getting hot and heavy, having reached essentially the pinnacle of foreplay. “Do you want more of your birthday present?” He asked. “Yeah” I replied, “I need you to fuck me”. “I can do that for you, birthday girl” he smirked at me. He quickly grabbed a condom and put it on as I opened my legs wider to him. He then climbed on me again and entered me missionary style. I sighed with a release of air I didn’t release I’d been holding in. This is what I had been wanting all day. I pulled him deeper into me, needing to feel him fill me. He pumped into me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of my wet pussy.
Soon he gained momentum, fucking me with purpose, as our breath grew heavier. After a few minutes of this I knew I needed a new position. As much as I like the intimacy of missionary, there’s nothing like having Tristan fuck me from behind. I rolled over onto my stomach and felt him lift my hips up off the bed. I got situated on all fours and he guided his cock back into me. He held onto my hips as he pumped into me, soon bringing a hand around me to play with my clit. Anytime he started doing this I knew I wouldn’t be far off. He teased me with his fingers while filling me with his cock. I was in heaven, this was turning out to be a great birthday celebration!
“Oooooooh yeah” I whined as I felt a familiar feeling start to creep in. “Oh baby right there, don’t stop” I told him. He knew he had me (quite literally) in the palm of his hand now. He leaned forward over me and kept up his attack. “Good girl” he panted. I don’t know how it was possible but I got even wetter hearing him say those words. I was so close. “Yeah baby make me cum. Make me cum…oooh oooh I’m cumming…oooooaaaahhhhh!!!” I cried out as I tipped over the edge. “Good girl!” He exclaimed as I felt him start cumming too. He continued to grunt as he shot his load into me and I rode out my orgasm.
We both came down together, trying hard to catch our breath, his chest leaning on my back, both of our bodies sweaty. He eventually rolled off and disposed of the condom, cleaning off as I collapsed on the bed and enjoyed the blissful feeling of a great birthday fuck. I rolled over into him and he pulled me in closer, cuddling him as our naked bodies met again. There it was again. That safe, content feeling. Sure, it wasn’t permanent, but it was real in that moment. And that was a time where, with so much uncertainty about my future, it was helpful to live in the present. And aren’t birthdays all about presents? ;)
I pulled his arms in closer around me and breathed in a deep breath. “Thank you for my birthday gift” I said gently to him. He kissed my cheek and said softly “Happy Birthday”.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pr19ej/in_honor_of_my_reddit_birthday_heres_a_story