Like I Would Forget... - Tara Leigh

Jen waved at her crazy crew of friends and closed the door. All of them were so generous to pull together a party of nearly epic proportions. She toed off her boots, groaning as the blood worked its way back into the arch of her foot. She’d worn the blasted boots for way too long.

They’d been a gift from him of course. Who else would she wear four inch heels for? She squished her toes into the pile carpeting in her living room, dropping into the oversized leather couch he’d insisted on buying. She smoothed her hand over the supple leather, smiling at the memory of the last time he’d been sitting there, beside her.

The tour had come to an end. He’d snuck in to see her before meeting his daughter for their special summer vacation. Ava, the light of his life. The reason why a sparkle had remained in those all too bleak eyes. The reason why he was coming back around and finding that man underneath the sadness.

The man who’d pushed her into a love so fast and so strong, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself some days. She embraced her independence. She loved her space…except when the nights got really long. Except when his eyes and his touch got stuck in her brain.

Except when it was her goddamn birthday and he hadn’t been able to come out to see her.
She slapped the seat he usually warmed and leaned back on the couch. She’d had an amazing time with her friends. Really she had. No one could say she wasn’t loved. She was freakin’ blessed.

She wanted Richie, dammit.

It was small and it was stupid to have such a little thing stick. She knew it wasn’t his fault that he had to work around Ava and her school schedule, the recording studio he’d booked to finally get those songs out of his beautiful head, or the stupid timing of her birthday.
Why oh why did it have to be on a Thursday? It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to see him. She was.

On Friday.

But it wasn’t Friday now. It was Wednesday. And her birthday was tomorrow. And her friends had made a special effort to take her out, get everyone together—a feat in itself, thank you very much—and give her a rockin’ evening.

The night before her birthday. What the hell was she going to do with herself for the entire day? She’d taken the blasted day off. He’d promised her a day together, just them. And she understood…she did. She knew that life didn’t always cooperate with plans. In fact, it usually fucked with them royally. But dammit…Hell, she could hear the whine in the voice in her head for God’s sake.

“Take a glass…hell, Jen, take a bottle of wine to bed with yourself and quit your cryin’.” She sniffed at the suspicious tickle in her nose. “Suck it up and put on your big girl panties.” She stood, heading for the kitchen. Dammit, she didn’t want anything to do with panties tonight. She wanted them around her ankles. She wanted them completely off and across the room and she wanted it to be Richie tossing said panties over his shoulder.

Rolling her eyes she opened the fridge. A quarter of a bottle of wine wasn’t going to do the trick. She glanced over to her meager wine rack and snorted. Past meager and heading on into empty. “Great,” she muttered.

“Maybe…” she trailed off and wandered back into her dining room. She had a bottle of cheap white in her china cabinet that her neighbor had given her for a housewarming. It would do the job. She went right for the cherry door and stopped.

She was seeing things.

She frowned and turned. In the center of her Gran’s dining room table sat a very pretty, very shiny purple box. White ribbon and silver coiling tails sprang all over the table. Next to the box was a twenty ounce bottle of Pepsi Max and a Red Bull with a post it note on it.

She snorted. How’d he know she was going to ask what the fuck was going on? She popped the top to the Red Bull and winced. Gads it was such an awful drink. She twisted her wrist to see her watch. Why in God’s name did he want her to drink a Red Bull this late?

She carefully lifted the lid. He was right, it was far too pretty to rip the shiny paper. One thing you could say about the both of them…the gypsy was deep in their souls. She traced her fingertip over the glossy paper and peeked inside.

A pretty silver keychain sat inside the very center of the box. Her name was engraved in a swirling script with a car key attached. The unmistakable L on the key itself left her breathless. He wouldn’t…

She heard the familiar buzz and tones of her cell and rushed to her purse. She flipped open her phone. One text message. Pressing a few buttons the screen showed it was from Richie.

Look in the alley.
Like I wasn’t going to do the
bday thing…plz. Ginseng
works for J—it’ll keep u up 2.
- R

Damn. She grinned as the Red Bull started juicing her. She tipped the box bottom, the heavy weight of the keychain landed in her hand. As if in a trance she went out her front door and around the side of her house.

A sleek black coup sat in the run down alleyway. “Holy crap!” Jen looked over her shoulder. No freakin’ way was that the car. She looked down at her hand depressed the unlock button and watched the lights fire to life with the distinctive beep of a high end car alarm. The snick of locks disengaging made her flinch.

Rounding the car, she opened door. That elusive scent that could never be duplicated wafted out. She took a deep breath. New car. There wasn’t quite anything like it in the world.

She gingerly climbed into the sports car and winced when her name was on the registration in the passenger seat. She knew he had a car problem, but to buy her one for her birthday?

It was insane.

She slid the key into the ignition and let the engine purr to life. Lights blinked a soft blue as a screen tumbled out and flashed on. The singularly most detailed, jacked stereo system filled the entire dash. What the hell was he thinking spending that kind of money on a car for God’s sake?

She’d assumed it would be a rental. But this was beyond rental status, moving on into custom’s custom.

“Hi, beautiful.”

Jen let out a quick gasp.

“Relax, it’s just me.” She looked at the small screen in awe as his face filled the screen. “Like your new toy? I know, it’s too much.” He grinned wide, his dimple winking in humor and that slice of naughtiness that he could never quite mask. He shrugged. “What do I have money for if I can’t spoil the ones I love?”

He sat back in the studio chair. Obviously he’d figured out how to make DVD’s on his pro-tools in the studio. She grinned. My how that could come in handy. He swung back and forth in the comfy leather chair. “I have a plan.” His eyes sparkled as he rubbed his hands together. “Don’t be scared, you’ll like it, I promise.”

She laughed.

“You might be wondering what the power aids were for.” He leaned into the camera again. Well,” his eyebrow quirked and the dimple resurfaced. “As soon as my ugly mug fades to black a GPS unit will come to life. Push the button for…ah, what the hell was it?” He frowned, scrunching his face up. “You know me and electronics, darlin’. Oh yeah…favorite places. That’s it.” He laughed in that sneaky way of his. “I think you’ll figure out why.”

“What the hell are you up to?” she asked the empty car. Right, like his DVD self was going to answer her.

“I know you’ll be wracking your brains to figure out what I’m up to.”

She snorted. “Sneaky, bastard.”

“Just go with it…you have to drive to your present.” His big hand came toward the camera as he pulled it closer, kissing the lens. She couldn’t stop the belly laugh. “I love you. See you in two hours, give or take a traffic ticket.” He waggled his finger at the camera. “Take the ticket, no flashing your charms to get out of the speeding ticket.” He laughed at his own joke and waved. “Ciao, bella.”

She shook her head as the screen blipped to a map. She pressed the on screen buttons until she got to the menu, then tapped the one for favorites and was rewarded with a two listings. “Ha!” One was her address. The other was an address in Chatham. “Why in the blue hell are you sending me to the Cape?”

She contemplated leaving right then, but the bar had left a coating of grime that had no place for a romantic rendezvous. She flew back into the house and headed to her bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time.

She knew it was foolish to grin like a lunatic, but…She boogied her way across the hallway into her room. She pushed to the back of her closet for the sleeveless little number that—Ah, there it was. She shook it out, taking it to her dresser. She spritzed a few shots of her perfume to freshen it and pressed it against herself in the mirror.

The plunging neckline was in a plum, raw silk. She whipped off a few scarves in the same purple with turquoise and gold threading. She finger combed the mess of curls and laid the dress on the bed.

She took the fastest shower of her life, making sure everything was smooth and perfect that needed to be smooth and perfect. Scrunching her hair with a touch of gel and a whole lotta volumizing mousse, she let it air dry.

Taking the time to lotion up, she layered in her scent until she was confident every inch of her was touchably soft. Taking a few minutes to play up her hazel eyes, she smudged the makeup until she looked perfectly wanton.

She dug into her drawer until she found the dark purple bra and panties she’d bought just for Friday and slipped into them. Snapping off a criss-crossing wrap around dress from her hanger she smoothed it over the lace. It hugged her nicely. She turned to the side snorting a little at the generous curve of her breasts. “Damn his eyes are gonna fall out.”

She dumped a few more things in her bag and tied the scarves to the handles. Hitting the stairs at a dead run, she groaned her way back into her boots and shot out the door.
She climbed back in the car, settling the seat to the way she liked it and flipped the visor down. A CD fell into her lap. Another post it note simply said, ‘play me’ so she shoved it into the cd changer.

“He even set me up with car tunes?” She tapped a few buttons until the GPS came back up and punched the, ‘go to destination’ key and shot out of the alley with the Beatles screaming out:
You say it's your birthday It's my birthday too, yeah They say it's you birthday We're gonna have a good time I'm glad it's your birthday Happy birthday to you

She laughed and followed the directions to the highway. She’d driven to the Cape a zillion times, but let herself be lulled by the GPS’s phone sex voice. Figured he would pick the one with the British Accent to tell her what to do.

Richie’s selections went from The Beatles to ZZ Top with a dash of pop, blues and as she hit the access road for the ocean-side houses an instrumental piece she’d never heard filled the car.

It was Richie. There was no doubt about it. The melody and the structure screamed his name, but it was different from his usual work. Ava’s Eyes had always held a special place in her heart, but this one? She pulled into the drive and let the haunting layers of the song crawl inside of her. Sighing she turned off the car and grabbed her bag. What that man could do to her.

“Working title is, ‘Jen’.”

“Holy shit!” She whirled, dropping her bag. “Don’t do that!”

Richie melted out of the night. The twinkle lights that lined the gate left him in a soft glow. He leaned down and picked up her bag, dropping a kiss on her mouth. “Happy Birthday, babe.”

“It’s not my birthday ye—“

He hauled her in, his lips focused and just as destroying as she remembered. He took, again and again…his tongue didn’t wait for permission, just swept in to taste and to tease. When she pulled back for breath, he simply laughed. “It’s midnight. Officially your birthday, darlin’.”

She smiled. “Well, I am all about that.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “That car is way too—“

His kiss halted her words, and when she couldn’t form a complete thought, let alone words, he hooked an arm around her neck and aimed her toward the stairs.

“So whenever I say something you don’t like, I get kissed stupid?”

“About right.”

“I’m good with that. Richie..the car is too—“ She laughed against his mouth as they came to the stairs. She stepped up one until they were even in height. “You are a wonderful man.”

“You may talk freely now.”

She shook her head and fussed with the open line of his silky dark shirt. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.” She looked around the dark property. The smell of the ocean was overwhelming and relaxing. She could hear the water lapping at the sides of the rocks as the tide started its way in. Twinkle lights lined the banister that led to the squat, mini-lighthouse looking building at the top of the bluff. “It’s gorgeous.”

“I wanted something special for your birthday. We don’t get nearly enough time together.”

“My house or yours would’ve been just as amazing.”

“Ah, but no one can find us here.”

Her eyebrow rose. “You are very correct there, sir.”

He brushed his jaw against her cheek. “I’m a smart guy, no matter what people say.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He grabbed her hand and started up the stairs, two at a time. “C’mon, wait until you see the inside.”

While her stride wasn’t as long as Richie’s, she did manage to keep up. They got to the top and the entire inside was glowing with candlelight. It was definitely a Cape Cod house with the traditional lines and colonial feel, but the furniture was well loved and comfortable looking.
He’d thought of everything from the sparkling—she grinned—cider to the candles in every holder and surface until the house smelled of vanilla spice. A silver domed tray lay on a table next to the fireplace. The terrace doors were open, the balmy September evening teasing that summer still had a little bit more breath in her.

She walked to the doors, her breath hitching at the waves that lapped there just below the rocks. The nearly cloudless sky, shot with a freckle dusting of stars, framed the bay and shone with a proud moon that rippled along the lazy tide.

She sighed as his hand slid along her hip and around her waist, his spine tinglingly long fingers rested just below the full curve of her breast as the rest of him bumped along her back. “How do you always know what I need?” She closed her eyes as his lips feathered across her temple. She drew her own hand over his, lacing their fingers. “You missed your calling with the mind reader thing.”

“The sea heals me, only right that it do the same for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here with you and your friends tonight.”

His voice was like the satin night, sparkling and dark with a touch of heat. She shivered. He did this to her, for her and because of her. “It doesn’t matter, this is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

“Hell, I haven’t even begun. Hungry?”

She shook her head, turning in his arms. “Well,” her eyebrow arched, “not for food anyway. Touch me, Richie,” she whispered.

“Thank God,” he moaned into her mouth. One hand gripped her lower back, pulling her forward until there was no barriers, no air between them. The other, burrowed into her curls until he found the curve of her neck, arching her up until she was on the very edge of her tip toes.

The kiss was one of those that books compared to a ‘destroyer of worlds.’ The kind of kiss that poured through your blood until it slowed everything down to one moment in time, followed by one taste and one doubtless connection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips digging into his broad shoulders and held on. What else could you do when your man showed you, in the simplest of terms, just what you meant to him?

His fingers slid into the stretchy cotton of her dress, the pads of his fingertips tracing down her spine until he found the snap of her bra. A deft flick and she was unbound, yet he still traveled lower, dragging the dress down with him. A quick intake of breath, followed by her name left her drowning as it pooled at her hips.

His dark eyes heated at the deep purple cups that held on by a prayer to the very edges of her breasts. She licked her lips as he stopped, his gaze sweeping her as effectively as a touch. With one finger at each of the satin straps he drew them down her arms, revealing her to his eyes. He didn’t say a word, the thick night air on her back and the searing power of his gaze told her volumes.

He wanted her.

The bra fell to the floor, she swiped it aside with her boot, her legs opening to steady herself. When he looked at her like that, she felt dizzy with it. It never ceased to surprise her, the overwhelming wave of love and lust that tumbled inside of her. He brought his fingertip over the slim chain at her neck. The cross that matched his, bold with rubies and heavy with purpose.

Not for the religion alone. For the faith he had in her…in them. For the moments shared and to be shared in the future. Symbolism was so close to the man and to the heart that could have been closed off. Instead, as with all the things that mattered, he loved openly and freely with everything inside of him.

He trailed the whisper-soft touch down the slope of her chest until he found the heavy curve of her breast, winding around the soft, dark pink tip and cupped her with both hands. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, watching her reaction to him.

It had been so long…so much time had passed since he’d touched her last. Even this simple touch had her body screaming for more, arching into his touch, her teeth scraping over her bottom lip, halfway to begging. He pulled away and she whimpered. His lips—those full, teasing lips—stretched into a grin as potent at his touch.

He flipped open the buttons to his shirt, shrugging it off as he stepped into her space. He brushed her hair over her shoulders, his eyes changing from heat to sweet as he toyed with the curls for a moment. His hands curved around her shoulders, tugging her in and she hissed as their bodies made contact for the first time.

His heat—always so warm, even in the dead of winter—seared her, completed her…eased her. His hands cupped her jaw, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones with as much care as he’d done to her breasts.

He wanted slow.

He wanted easy.

He wanted to drive her to the brink with that slow and easy touch.

The man was the sweet version of a sadist. He knew how to draw it out, how to make her nuts with the wanting. She was pretty sure he got off on it. Good thing she did too.

He drew her mouth up to his, tasting her with that clever tongue that would taunt and please.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands at her sides, now restless with the need to touch, to drive him to the madness she could feel creeping in on the corners of her world.

She brushed the worn denim at his thighs, smiling into the kiss when she felt the quick jerk of surprise as his muscles clenched. Instead of stopping her, he continued his destruction via a kiss. Her knuckles brushed across his silky belly, the button of his jeans right there waiting for her.

Two could play the game of seduction as she followed the slim line of soft hair at his navel up to the steel hidden there in his powerful mid section, then down to the snap. He scraped his teeth down her lower lip as she slowly followed each tooth of zipper. The heat of him there, just millimeters away from her…she turned her hand easing inside just as he twisted her against the doorjamb.

“Tsk-tsk, love.” He grinned, letting the tip of his tongue trace along her lower lip. “Tonight is for you.”

“Well the Birthday girl wants to unwrap that particular gift,” she tugged open the jeans as they started their slide down his non-existent hips.

He grabbed her hands with one long fingered hand and drew them up over her head. “Now, now…it’s not time for that yet.” His eyes flared as her full breasts lifted. She could feel the night on them now, the moist sea filled air turned the tips to points of fire.

He took a step down into the pretty gardens that butted up against the house. It was just enough of a change in height to bring his mouth to her chin and from there…it was really so easy to dip down for a taste. She arched away from the door as he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. He pinned her wrists to the doorway as he went from one to the other, his knee settling between her thighs, rubbing slowly in time to the pulls of his mouth.

She wore no hose under the dress, so the friction of his denim on the silk of her oversensitive thighs had her half crazy. She clasped her knees around his thigh and held him there against her.

Her head drifted back against the battered wood, the scratch of sea worn paint added a different flavor to them now. “I want to taste every inch of you twice before I sink inside you.”

“Oh God,” she whispered.

He stepped down again, drawing her with him. “Let me love you under the stars tonight.”
She nodded and followed him to the circular lounger outfitted in crisp cotton adorned with a trio of flickering lanterns on the glass top table beside it. It was decadent…the feel of the air on her breasts, half dressed as she followed him. The skirt of her dress flirted with her knees, swishing in the light breeze.

He stopped her at the edge of the blissfully large outdoor bed, He hooked his fingers into the waistline of the dress, slowly drawing it over her hips and thighs. Working her free of the boots until it was just her and the matching panties.

His fingers were reverent and the dangerous glint of uncontrolled lust was banked now. The sweetness was swirling in his deep brown gaze. She wasn’t sure which part she wanted more.

He urged her back, dropping his own jeans so they were skin to skin now.

She could feel the heavy weight of his erection at her hip, the heat of him burning until she opened for him. He left her panties alone, instead he followed his promise and the directive stated. He loved each and every inch of her from neck to the arch of her foot.

On the return trip, he added a chaser of smooth, sure kneading. His fingers molded her flesh until she opened her thighs for him. He grinned up at her, his mouth hovering over the drenched edges of her panties as he blew hot breath out and drew a deep one back in. “God, you’re so hot and wet for me, even through the material I can see,” he brushed a knuckle over the hood of her and she jerked.

He laughed, flicked the tip of his tongue over the material and resumed his touch. Her panties still on, dammit. She undulated under him restlessly. “You proved your point. I got it, I felt the touches twice—“

“Not yet,” he said and curled his tongue along the top edges of the purple satin, tucking the tip under the stretchy fabric. She arched up against him, groaning when he simply slid his hands under her. “Thank you,” he said and kneaded the curve of her ass.

“Richie,” she moaned and jerked up. “I need you inside me, not teasing me.”

He didn’t say a word, just worked his way up over her belly, along her hips up to the convex curve of her ribcage until it met in the center, then up to her breasts again. He cupped them together, laving the tips.

Lust and frustration banged at her brain, until she smiled down at him. “Put your cock there, between my breasts. I want to feel how hard you are. I can feel you digging into my belly…my hips.” She shuddered beneath him, rocking against him, urging him up higher. “I want to taste you.”

The light flickered into his eyes again. She could feel how closely he was holding in his lusty side. He wanted to make tonight beautiful for her. She could feel the giving and the pleasure he was getting from her reactions. But she wanted to participate.

She was done sitting here, taking all the delicious torture. She wanted to touch and taste. “I want it. I want to feel that silky hardness filling my mouth.”

He rose onto his knees, straddling her as he dropped lower until the tip of his head brushed against her breast.

“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers cupping around his as she pushed her breasts together again, tighter this time. He shuddered as he slid upward. She waited for his length, aching for a taste. Her mouth watered as he plunged up and she opened her mouth for the first brush of silk.

Too fast, he dragged his hips back and slowly up to the warmth of her. She curved her hands around his thighs, digging her fingers into the muscles, moving higher until she cupped his ass, driving him into her mouth.

He wavered, either he’d upset the uneasy balance of the lounger or he’d come and let her taste. He leaned forward, letting her take him deep into her mouth. She moaned her appreciation and watched him tip his head back enjoying her smooth warmth.

She took her time, sucking and stroking until his eyes blazed. She watched him, their eyes locked as she sucked him deeper as she cupped his balls. He groaned and pulled back, lowering himself until he could cover her.

“Not tonight,” he moaned into her mouth. “I want to come inside you tonight.” He lifted her thigh up onto his hip and brushed the head of his cock against her slit. He stayed there, rocking in a scant inch before drawing back.

She dragged her nails down his back and held him firm. “You need to come inside me now. You need to fill me up—“ she gasped as he drove into her. “God, yes!” She cried out and locked her thighs around his hips, holding him inside her.

Her body was beyond caring. She needed him now. She pulsed around him, squeezing down on his thick, hardness. His mouth fastened over hers, the slow ride of his hips as he pressed back into her was mimicked with his mouth. The tandem of push and pull, stroke and slide pushed her beyond the first brain melting orgasm.

He rode it hard, she held on as he slammed inside her. Finally, letting himself go as he chased the next step toward madness. She wrapped herself completely around him, her body jerking with each invasion. She took it, reveled in it…loved the loss of his control.

He slid a hand between them to ensure the coming tide, but she muscled him back. “Just you,” she whispered, closing around him. “Just you,” she whispered into his neck as he buried his nose into her shoulder. “Just you,” she said as her body quaked around him. The fullness was what she wanted, what her body craved as she screamed his name into the sparkling night.

His thrusts went deeper, came harder as he followed her. She could feel the release in him, soul deep. “I love you,” he whispered. His sweat slickened face pressed against hers until he could find her mouth. “Only you.”

She cupped his face and sweetened the kiss, letting the lust slip away into the night, leaving just the sweetness…just her Richie. “I love you too, Richie.”

~

They lay like that for a long time. Not quite sure what to say after such a flood of emotion and play for control. She curled into him, the once balmy air seemed to cool down as the sweat dried on her skin.

“Did I crack the top ten birthdays?” he asked against her neck. She could feel the smile in his lips even before he lifted his head.

“Baby, that list was destroyed on the first kiss in this house.” She looked up at him. “You always know what I need, always know what to do to make me feel like a million dollars.”

“Priceless,” he qualified.

Her smile grew. “All right, I’ll go with priceless.”

“Happy Birthday, Jen.”

“Hell yeah,” she said and they laughed together.



The end.

Happy Birthday Baby - Jovis Woman

He’d caught sight of her again!

She’d been at several concerts of late, and tonight he wanted to meet the enchantress in front of him face to face.

He smiled down at her; tonight she was wearing a ‘Sambora’ tight t-shirt. She coyly lowered her lashes, then glanced up again and flashed him a killer smile, only for him, no one else. His dick said ‘hey there baby.’

Richie felt his heart hit he back of his throat, damn she was gorgeous, all that wavy brown hair, but when lights hit it he could see red in it, and those eyes soft and brown, like his own. She had curves, real curves a man could loose himself in.

She sang along with every song, a sultry look here, a delicious wiggle there, damn if she wasn’t getting him hot and horny!

As they broke before the encore he’d grabbed hold of Mike, the head of security and told him about the woman. Mike would walk out and Richie would nod when he’d got the right woman.

Five minutes after they’d gone back on Mike scored a direct hit, and stood watching her, not taking his eyes off this woman; he’d wait till the end then grab her.

Twenty minutes later, he’d achieved his goal and had the beauty by the hand and dragging her into the bowels of the stadium. He’d checked, no wedding ring, but still taking no chances he’d enquired if she was attached in any way, shape or form. Her answer nearly singed his ears, ‘If I was attached, there’s no way in hell I’d be here.’ Her ‘Claven’ coming to the forefront, it did when she was pissed!

He ushered her into Richie’s dressing room, and quickly closed the door, she locked it. She wandered about seeing as no one was there. She spotted ‘the’ black Stetson and tried it on, tilting it at a rakish angle, admiring herself in the mirror she didn’t here the door open and close.

‘Well darlin, it looks way better on you.’ Richie smirked as she jumped, but she never took it off or had the ‘damn I’m caught’ look on her face.

She sauntered across to him till they were level and she looked up, pushing the hat backwards, ‘Of course it looks good on me.’ And with that she launched herself up into his arms, he caught her weight and balanced himself as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his shoulders. Her fingers buried into his hair, her tongue flicked over his lips, lapping at them like a cat, he didn’t resist and opened for her foraging tongue. He felt the electricity all the way to his dick! The Stetson went flying.

She wiggled even closer as their mouths continued to dance, Richie’s hands cupped her pert butt and held her as he ground into her, making her gasp and as she threw back her head he latched onto her neck sucking and biting making her wither even more. She found herself pressed up against a wall and a hard man, and damn how she loved it.

Clothes quickly hit the floor and bodies soon slick with sweat moved back and forth, touching and caressing; air being sucked into lungs on fire as they didn’t wish to stop kissing. Hard met soft, large hands with long fingers caressed and pummeled her, and then they finally slipped into her hot soaking mound. Flicking over her clit and slipping easily into her, first one, then two and still he added one more and started to pump her.

Richie was in awe how responsive she was to his ministrations. He hissed as her fingers found his throbbing dick and slowly began to drive him wild, her nails gently raking up one side and down the other. She played with his slit, taking his seed that escaped and spread it over him, making her hand move more freely on him.

Her head lolled back and her fingers grasped him painfully as from nowhere her orgasm raced over her ‘Richieeeeeeee…………..’ was all she could manage her walls clamping onto those long fingers, she sobbed, then moaned as his fingers left her.

Richie waited till she followed his fingers, and swallowed hard as he licked her juices off them, ‘Tasty darlin, very tasty, but we need something more.’ With that he pulled her leg up to his waist, aimed himself at her and slowly, so slowly pushed into her. Her nails bit into his shoulders and her whimpering grew, and with every whimper he felt himself grow even harder, damn he felt like he was thirty again!

‘More Richie, I need so much more, fuck me baby! Fuck me hard, and fuck me till I can’t see straight any more.’

‘Certainly my darlin.’ With that he lifted her and pulled most of the way out then slammed her down on him, burying himself so far into her she thought he’d split her in two. Christ it felt so good! She keened her need for him, loudly.

Still seated deep within her, he walked to the couch, laying them down on it he raised up on his arms, kissed her deeply and moved her leg so it was thrown up and over the back of the couch, the other on the floor giving her purchase to lift her hips to meet his thrusts.

She felt exposed the way he’d arranged her, but the lust in his eyes stemmed her disquiet, then he started to move, and all her nerve ends lit up and flared, he knew how to work her body! She hooked her arm about his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him, tongues dueling, teeth biting; hands moving over sweat slicked muscles.

His thrusts became faster as she panted dirty words into his ear as she bit down on it, her hands clenched onto his buttocks, pulling him even deeper than he ever thought.

All too soon they crested together, their joint shouts of completion echoing around the room, and he collapsed on top of her, her arms going about him, holding him close never wanting to let him go.

He eventually rolled off her, and gathered her to him, snuggling her into his arms, his hands playing with her hair, ‘So, hi I’m Richie, and you are?’

‘I’m Hath, nice to meet you Richie.’ They laughed and he kissed her long and slow.

‘Well Hath darlin, I must say I didn’t think this would end up this way, I hoped, but didn’t expect it. I like that you stated your choice on your t-shirt, just in case I was in any doubt.’ He chuckled and buried his head in her neck, sucking lightly on it.

‘Well I thought I’d better seeing as the last few nights you’ve not really looked my way.’ She lifted her chin as he worked his way down to her breast, god she wanted him again so soon, and looked like he did too.

‘Oh darlin, I’ve watched you each and every night, wanting you to notice me, but when I looked, you were always looking at Jon.’ He pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it. ‘But I’m glad you showed me you wanted me, otherwise I’d have been missing this.’ He moved between her legs and slid home once again.

‘Well if a girl doesn’t get what she wants on her birthday, when can she?’ Her hips starting the thrust upwards trying to get him to go faster, he slowed!

‘Well now Hath, looks like you’re getting your wish darlin.’ He kissed her and picked up the pace.

As they flew over into oblivion once more, he shouted out, ‘Happy birthday, Hath darlin.’
Hath just grinned and was damn glad she’d spent the money on those tickets.

A Wish Come True - Venus

Hath,

Here’s to the lady who inspired me to find my inner author and create. I hope you find as much pleasure this small gift, as I have in the many hours I have spent enjoying your work.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HATH!! I hope today brings you all you desire.
MWAH!!

Venus



Jen couldn’t believe it. She was alone...... ON HER BIRTHDAY. She had been devastated that morning when her boss had told her that she needed to attend to critical issue in their New York office, and that she would be required there immediately. A few of her Jovi friends had organised a trip to Boston to be with her on her Birthday, they were there now along with her family...and she was in New York....ALONE. Well the crisis had been handled and she was fine to fly home but the fates had been against her and she had been unable to get a flight out.

At least they put me up in high style, she thought sitting in her hotel room at the Mandarin Oriental. Before her sat a solitary cupcake she had bought herself at the bakery on the way back to the hotel. In the cupcake sat a solitary candle, she lit the candle and feeling more than a little sorry for herself, made a wish and blew it out. She looked out over the New York skyline and wondered if it would ever be. Her wish had been the same for the last twenty or so years of her life, but sitting alone in her hotel room the knowledge that it would probably never come true depressed her.

Her cell phone on the nightstand rang startling her. She moved to pick it up. “Happy Birthday Hussy” her friends chorused when she held the receiver to her ear.

“Thanks guys” she said despondently.

“Awe come on gorgeous” came a familiar voice from the other end of the line, it was her friend Willow from the board. “You can’t be down on your Birthday. You need to get out there honey, go enjoy yourself, get down to the bar and have a drink for us.”

“You know what, I think I will. Never know who you might meet in the big city and it’ll beat sitting here alone” Jen replied. She chatted to the girls for a few minutes longer before saying her goodbyes and heading down to The Lobby Lounge. It was elegantly decorated in tones of ivory, brown and burnt orange. It was getting late, and being a weeknight there were very few people there. She took a seat on one of the single ivory lounges near the window, oblivious to the attentions of a tall dark individual settled into an alcove on the other side of the room.

He watched her walk in. All sass and confidence wrapped in a business suit, he did not normally go for brunettes but something about her just commanded attention. As she crossed the room he admired her voluptuous figure, her long wavy brunette hair bounced with each click of her stiletto’s. She strode with a purpose to one of the single lounges and sat crossing her legs, the motion revealing the top of her stocking and the hint of a garter. He was a sucker for stockings!

For several minutes he sat observing her, as she sat sipping a margarita. There was a certain sadness about her, a loneliness he knew he could remedy, but he was enjoying his anonymity and he wasn’t sure if he wanted jeopardise it, but there was a familiarity about her. She was so different to the women he would normally date, but given his recent track record maybe that was a good thing. He sat a few minutes longer and watched as the bar emptied out. It was close to midnight now and he was sure that she would be leaving shortly as well if he didn’t intervene.
He rose from his seat and made his way to her. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Actually, I’m just about to head out” Jen wasn’t in the mood to be fending off advances but there was a familiarity in the voice that urged her to look up “Oh my fucking God.... you’re Richie Sambora”

“Well it seems you have one up on me” he smiled then, causing his eyes to crinkle “but then again.... hang on... I do know you”

“Huh? How?” was all that Jen could manage as she stood on unsteady legs.

He leaned in close, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Hello Goddess!”

Jen felt herself turn fifteen shades of scarlet then.

“Bu..But how?”

“Are you girls really so gullible as to believe that we don’t read fan sites? Obie came across Topix a while ago now and told the rest of us about it. Then we found that Fan Fiction thread which led us to your blog. Since then I think we’ve all read at least some of your work. You’re a very gifted writer” He grinned checkily “Though I think Teek is a little upset that you haven’t done him yet”

Jen stood mouth agape, she was speechless, a very unusual occurrence for her.

“And since a lot of your work is about me and at least some of it is rather ...shall we say acurate”
he continued. “I decided to do a little research and managed to find a picture of you. That’s how I recognised you.”

“Oh God you didn’t?”

“Yeah I did and I’ve been toying with the idea of contacting you for some time now. I have to say I like the way you think” he said winking at her. “But I’d be more than happy to provide you with some realistic inspiration.”

“Are you offering what I think?”

He simply cocked one eyebrow.

“I don’t know what to say.” She said still at a loss for words.

He knew the risks in doing what he was doing, but he didn’t care. All he wanted at this point was to have his fingers wrapped in that gorgeous mane of hair and those long silk clad legs wrapped around his waist. “How about we take this conversation somewhere a little more private?” He asked.

“Uh huh” was all she could manage.

“Let’s get out of here” He threw five hundred dollar bills down on the table before motioning her to go before him.

“Where are you staying darlin’?” he asked.

“Here. Fifty-third floor.”

“Well how about that! Me too!” He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her gently through the lobby and to the lifts that would propel them to their destiny.

The presence of his hand burned through her suit and set her skin ablaze. Richie Fucking Sambora! She was in a lift with Richie Fucking Sambora!

“Your room or mine?” He asked. When she just shrugged “Mine it is then”

In the small confines of the lift he could smell her perfume, all sweet and spicy. He moved so that he stood behind her and gently pulled her hair to one side to gain access to her neck. His lips brushed the junction of her neck and shoulder as he inhaled deeply of her scent. His hand snaked around her waist and he pulled her back to him so that she was in no doubt as to his intent, his erection straining at his pants and poking her insistently in the rear.

Her breath hitched at his touch. Her insides were aflutter as the lift came to a halt on their floor and he led her out and down the hall to his room, no his suite. He swiped the electronic key and swung the door wide dragging her in after him. He swung around rapidly, her momentum causing her to collide with him. He steadied her with strong hands and leant in to kiss her. She closed her eyes in sweet anticipation of his mouth on hers but it never came. Instead he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“Can I get you a drink?” He needed to slow things down a notch. The fever pitch at which the scenario was accelerating alarmed him. He moved towards the bar as she answered him, putting some distance between them.

“Just a Coke thanks.” She answered a little confused. She had thought his intent was clear. Maybe she was mistaken. She made her way to the large picture window that overlooked Central Park and admired the New York nightscape, ablaze with light.

“Can I take your coat?” He asked, coming up behind her once more, like a magnet she drew him in.

“Thanks.” She replied simply, grinning at what he would find.

As she undid the buttons he slid his hands into the neckline of her jacket and slid it off to find something most unexpected. A bare back, the shirt she wore was a white collared halter neck. Very business like in appearance from the front as long as the suit jacket stayed in tact. The muscles of her back rippled as she shrugged of the jacket, and the sight of them spelled the end of his control. Recklessly he threw her coat on an adjacent chair, he took her hands from behind, their fingers entwining, and bought them up to rest, still joined with his at head height. She flicked her head causing her hair to cascade over one shoulder giving him access to her neck, and when he pressed his body to hers and his hot mouth found that spot just below her ear she so loved, she thought she would die of pleasure.

Never had he been so aroused, painfully aroused, so quickly. He ground his pelvis in an attempt to find some relief but it only proved to make it that much worse. He nibbled on her earlobe and made his way down to her clavicle dipping his tongue into the dip there. He released one of her hands and bought his up to rest in an untethered breast, his thumb bothering the small peak that had formed there through the fabric of her blouse, bringing forth a moan. She turned her head, wanting his lips on hers, wanting to taste him and he enthusiastically complied, kissing her deeply, penetrating every last inch of her mouth with a skilful tongue.

Her hand reached behind him to find his cock rock hard and straining, and it was his undoing. He released her other hand and in one fluid movement he tore open her shirt. Buttons scattered, tiny projectiles that found themselves in every corner of the room but that was not enough.... he needed her exposed. He slid the zipper down on her skirt and pushed it over her hips letting it fall to the floor, finding her bare but for the stockings and garter belt. A guttural groan erupted from him then.

“We are the little hussy aren’t we?” He asked rhetorically.

“Mmmhmm” was all she could manage.

In an effort to regain a modicum of control he asked “Why did you look so sad in the bar?” as he turned her towards him, to admire her.

“Hmm...Oh...” The question he asked finally making its way through the passion induced haze in her brain. “It’s my birthday, my friends are at home to see me and I had a last minute call to come here”

“Well did that turn out so bad?” He asked, just millimetres from her mouth.

“Uh uh, now will you come the fuck on already” Her frustration shedding her of her inhibitions, as she undid the last buttons on his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders then made her way to his belt.

It was all the invitation he required. His hands found hers on his belt and moved them aside making shorter work of it himself. Within seconds his pants and boxers hit the floor and her skilful hands were on his erection.

“Whoa darlin’ if you want this to last any length of time you’ll let that go” he said pulling her hands from him and drawing her in for a kiss.

He turned her then back towards the window but an arms length away; she would need it to brace herself. He placed her hands on the glass and gently nudged her feet apart with his foot, wide, wider, until she was exposed for him, standing in a search position.

And search he did. She lost contact with him for a moment until she felt his warm breath between her thighs and his firm hands cupping her ass. He was sitting on the floor below her his back on the glass, his head between her legs. She was wet with her need for him, dripping. The first swipe of his tongue barely touched her, merely priming her for what was to come. The second grazing her clit bought forth a groan, but when he used his thumbs to spread her wide from behind and dipped his tongue inside she came undone.

“Ugh ugh oh oh ugh Richie... ugh fuck Richie......yes.....” Her head was thrashing now, her legs trembling but he did not stop. His mouth moving back to her clit sucking it in causing a second explosion within her until her hands came down and pushed him away unable to take any more of the sweet, sweet torture. He extended his tongue, tasting her one final time before regretfully moving away. Richie stood then, with her still facing the glass he moved behind and her pulling her waist to him he entered one fluid movement.

She felt him fill her completely, he allowed her mere moments to accept his size before he began thrusting in and out, slowly all the way, out and back in, seating himself with in her. One hand moved to her breast, pinching and teasing a nipple he knew soon he would need to taste, the other found her clit and played it as he did his guitar... masterfully bringing her to orgasm in just seconds, her convulsions around him almost to much for to bear. He removed himself from her creating a void, but it did not last long. He swung her to face him and lifting her high he impaled her on his cock. Her legs wrapped around him and she held fast as he pounded into her, seeking the release she herself had already found, several times over. He held her against the glass, pounding harder faster, and when she clenched her velvety pussy around him he finally found the relief he sought, exploding, spilling his seed deep within her.

With trembling knees he sunk to the floor, still joined with her. He laid her down gently on the ivory rug, and positioned himself on top. “Happy Birthday Darlin’” he said softly “But I’m thinking my present was as good as yours”

“Oooh baby you ain’t seen nothing yet. I thought you said you’d read my stories. By the time I’m finished with you you’ll think all your Christmas’ have come at once.” she pulled him down to kiss him deeply, a promise of what was to come...

Epilogue
Eight weeks later Jen was alone again, this time in the bathroom of her own home. She sat and waited anxiously for the test, waited for the little blue line that would confirm what she already suspected. Painstakingly slowly the line began to form. Finally her Birthday Wish had come true, she would have the child she had always hoped for. She thanked the fates that had not been against her after all, but had sent her Richie, her idol no less, on that wonderful, amazing miraculous night when he had given her the best Birthday present of her entire life... the one no one else could.

Celebrating the Goddess of Erotica - The Fiction Mistress

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Close Your Eyes! by JovisWillow

“Close you eyes” is all he said, whispering in your ear as he walked up behind you.

“Where are we going tonight… what are we doing” you said, powering through the overwhelming urge to turn and kiss him stupid. You knew he had something up those sleeves of his, but he’d been so secretive all day.

“Oh no, you are just gonna have to go with it” he instructed. “Go take a shower and when you are done I will be waiting” he continued with an almost evil grin.

You pout, just a little, for dramatic effect. “You’re not coming with me” you motioned to him as you walked toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be there soon” is all you said, motioning for you to get a move on.

As the water ran and you washed you hair, Richie painstakingly laid out all the items he had purchased; bra and panties, slinky black dress, diamonds to die for and a gorgeous pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes.

You turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, the steam escaping to fog up the room. True to his word, Richie was there waiting, a large, fluffy towel held out for you and something draped over his shoulders but what you could not tell. That would become apparent rather quickly.

“Make-up and hair please” Richie instructed you toward the dressing area. It took about 20 minutes to get yourself all glammed up, your brown wavy hair pulled back loosely and set with matching chopsticks and your make-up flawless but subtle with just a little glitter as befitting your Goddess stature.

“You are gorgeous”! he exclaimed. Then it happened. He pulled the silk blindfold from around his neck and, coming close to nuzzle you from behind, placed the blindfold on you eyes.

“The silk will keep from smearing your make-up” he said quietly. “Now, come with me. Do you trust me”?

“Implicitly” you answered without hesitation.

“Good. Come with me”. He led you from the dressing area into the bedroom where he systematically began to dress you. Undergarments first, instructing you when to lift your foot or when to turn around. Then the dress, shoes and jewelry. The diamonds felt cold upon your skin and you reached up to touch them.

“Please, can you take this blindfold off. I want to see what you did to me”

“Patience, my love”.

He leads you to the chaise in your room and sits you there, taking each foot and placing the peep toes stiletto on your foot. You smile as you feel your way into the shoes.

“I’m going to get dressed. DO NOT touch that blindfold” he said with a teasing warning.
Richie dressed quickly in all black pants and jacket with a gorgeous purple silk shirt. Just as he was finishing the getting ready process, he picked up the remote, checking for batteries, and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

He leads you through the house and to the car, all the while still blindfolded, until you arrive at the restautant and he removes the blindfold. You look down and around and reach for Richie, hugging him tight and thanking him for making your birthday so special.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby” he cood in your ear.

Entering the restaurant, you’re led to a big round table in the middle of the place. All the other guys and their respective girls are there waiting for you and they all raise a glass and offer a toast as you get nearer. You are so distracted that you don’t even see Richie reach into his pocket to push a button.

All of a sudden you feel something. A tingle in your left nipple. How odd, you think, but chalk it up to nerves. You hug all your friends, thanking them for coming as you take a seat next to Jon.
As you sit, you feel it again, but this time it’s on the right. You’re taken aback by it but again chalk it up to nerves.

The waitress comes and takes your drink order. Just as you begin to say “Long Island Iced Tea” it happens again.

The feeling makes your voice crack.

You clear your voice and continue with your conversation.

You begin to peruse the menu, chatting with Jon, David and the others about what they are planning to order when it happens again.

Except this time it’s in your panties, the shock a little stronger, making you clit stand at attention. You’re eyes bulge and everyone notices.

“Jen, you ok?” Jon inquires.

Clearing your throat again, you manage to squeek out a…

just fine.

Jon looks at you again and then glances at Richie, who gives him a wink and pats his breast pocket. You notice this little exchange but still are not exactly sure what is going on.

The waiter comes to take your order. Just as you begin to speak, it happens again. This time it’s stronger and longer and you try desperately to hide your reaction.

Unsuccessfully.

You somehow manage to finish your order and decide it’s time to excuse yourself to the ladies room. While there you try to figure out what Richie has done that has made these reactions happen. Nothing appears out of the ordinary. You look in the mirror and notice the slight flush that has taken up residence in your cheeks. You also notice the outfit for the first time.
The man has excellent taste.

Just then the door opens and Richie appears. He has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
“Figure it out yet?” he inquires as he locks the door behind him, thanking the bathroom gods for designing this one with individual rooms. He walks up to you, clasping you face within his hands and backs you up to the wall. His warm lips and soft tongue make your knees buckle.

He turns you to look in the mirror. You see him reach into his pocket.

“You look fabulous tonight Jennifer. You are the most gorgeous creature I know and I am so blessed to be your husband. Tonight is all about you. Eat, drink and have a great time but remember, I am always with you and I will never, ever let my desire for you be far from the front of your mind”.

With that he flicked a button, igniting a wave of pleasure across your now hard nipples and through you clit. You jump and wiggle. You look at Richie through the mirror.

“Remote controlled…. Can you handle it”?

You turn to try to get the controller from him, but he’s too tall and too strong to allow it to happen. He tucks it back into his pocket, places a quick kiss on your cheek and unlocks the door.

“Coming?” is all he said.

Yes, yes… I believe there will be LOTS of that tonight. You grin, grab his hand, and head back to the table to see what will happen next.

Birthday Greetings

HATH!!! HOPE YOU HAVE A REALLY GREAT DAY AND ENJOY YOUR STORIES!!!!!



MWAH!!



Lucia

Happy Birthday Baby - Steph

I have your special evening all planned and you don’t even know it. You said no fuss, but it’s your birthday. I have to do something, don’t I? Do you want me to let you in on my plan or should I make you wait? I see that coy smile; you want to know, don’t you? It is your birthday after all; why don’t you let me show you what I have in store for you.

Sit down, relax, you’ve had a rough day. Here, I poured you some champagne. Why champagne you ask. Because it’s your birthday, only the best for you baby. Don’t be shy, go ahead and take a sip. It’s good isn’t it? Put your feet up here in my lap, you’ve worked hard today, let me pamper you a bit.

As you sip your champagne and regale me with stories of your day I slowly slip the black stiletto pumps from your feet, caressing and massaging the tension away. With long strokes and a firmer touch through the arch I can see you relaxing. I work my way up to your ankle and calf, rubbing and stroking, my calloused fingertips moving lightly over your skin. A soft moan escapes your pretty lips. “You like that don’t you baby, feels good doesn’t it?” You nod in answer and take the last sip of champagne from your glass.

Setting your feet back on the floor I leave your side for the briefest moment, returning to fill your glass once again. Taking your free hand I urge you to stand and follow me. Down the hall we enter the bathroom. The tub is filling and the scent of lilacs fills the air. Taking your glass from your hand, I start to unbutton your suit jacket. A question crosses your face, “you have to be naked to get in the tub baby.” I see the wicked gleam spark in your beautiful eyes; I know exactly what you’re thinking. “Not yet baby” I whisper, “not yet.”

Piece by piece, each item of clothing lands in a pile on the floor and you are now gloriously naked. Moving behind you I gather up your dark silky tresses and clip them like you always do when you soak in the tub. With a soft kiss to your nape, I turn you, “get in baby.” As you settle yourself I leave and come back with a bowl. You lean up and try to see what’s in the bowl; I like what I’m seeing much better. The bubbles slipped down, exposing a creamy rose-tipped breast. Kneeling buy the edge of the tub I set the bowl down and trace a circle around that rosy tip, sucking it in and letting it go with an audible ‘pop’. Your gasp was music to my ears as you close your eyes and sit back, waiting for whatever might be next.

I pick an item out of the bowl, “open your mouth baby.” At the press of something cool at your pretty lips you open them as asked. Taking a bite the chocolate and strawberry explode in your mouth and a drop of the sweet juice escapes to trickle down your chin. With the tip of my tongue I chase the drop, lingering near your mouth, teasing the corner with my tongue. You part your lips the slightest bit and as much as I want to ravage your pretty mouth, I stop myself. This night is for you, not me.

One by one I feed you the strawberries, your groans of pleasure making it harder and harder for me to keep my resolve. I pick up the last berry and pull the stem off, placing it in my mouth. Leaning over I offer you the other half and you rise up to take it in your mouth. Together we finish the last berry. You reach over to catch a drop of just from my chin. I take your finger and suck the juice off. You’re eyes heat and your mouth drops open slightly. Leaning in I press a chase kiss to your pretty red lips and pull the plug in the tub.

Helping you step from the tub I wrap you in warm fluffy towel and dry you off. Taking your hand I lead you down to our room. You gasp when you see, there are candles lit everywhere. The bed is turned down, there are rose petals strewn on every flat surface. You turn to look at me, “all for you my love. Go lie on the bed.”

Dropping your towel you saunter across the room, turning to ask “on my back?” I shake my head, “on your front baby.” You do as I ask and wait. With your head on your hands you turn, trying to see what I’m doing. You hear the thud of clothes hitting the floor and you smile. You know I’m now as naked as you. Grabbing the bottle from the dresser I cross to the bed and straddle your thighs. “Ready baby?” You nod your head, “sure. What are you going to do?” I smile, “just relax baby, you’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

I uncap the lotion and warm a dollop in my hands before rubbing it into your back, massaging your shoulders and neck. I place little kisses down your back as I go, causing you to shiver and squirm on the bed. Easing lower, I move back and massage your lovely ass, slipping my fingers lower, between your thighs, circling lightly. You moan quietly as I move on, massaging the backs of your thighs and your calves. Moving to one side I pull the clip from your hair and urge you to roll over.

Your lovely face is flushed from the light massage and your nipples are standing proud, ready and waiting for my attention; you’re eyes are half closed and your lips are slightly parted. I smile at the lovely picture you portray. “Are you doing okay baby?” All you can do is nod your head. Warming another dollop of lotion I straddle your thighs again and start at your shoulders, working down your arms and back. I stroke your chest lightly, working my way to your breasts. I start with light circles, getting smaller and smaller until your nipples are between my fingers. With a gentle tug they seem to harden even more.

As I move lower I trace a path with my mouth and tongue down the valley of your breasts and across your stomach. I stop to circle your belly button before resuming my massage. You’re panting lightly now and I can smell your need for me. It’s an intoxicating scent, one that I never tire of. My fingers dance light over the tops of your thighs, slipping in between, stroking the sensitive flesh there. Your hips jerk at my light touch and my name is a plea off your lips.

Pressing your legs apart I trace a light path up your inner thigh my tongue. You start to tremble even before I taste you. As my mouth closes over you and I give your clit a gentle tug your hips buck against me. When I dip my tongue inside you cry out as your orgasm consumes you.

Rising over you I wait, “open your eyes baby.” As your pretty eyes try to focus on mine, I slide home. “Happy Birthday Baby.”