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..Story.
The day had finally come. February 11th. It was his girls 41st birthday. Smiling to himself as he lay stretched nude across crumpled snow white silk sheets, he pulled his arms up above his head, body rising softly in the stretch. Glancing at the clock he lifted a brow. 6AM. Did he always have to wake up so early?! Mentally grumbling to himself, he pulled himself out of bed, immediately followed by a wince, then a devilish grin, remembering two nights prior to this day. Standing by the bed he turned to look at her sleeping figure and a soft smile filled with love soon filled his features. There she was. His lady. Peacefully dreaming away. Purring contentedly to himself he sat one knee then the other on the bed, kneeling on it. Allowing his gaze to take in every feature of her body, he paused a minute to watch the diamond rock on her left ring finger shimmer in the morning’s dawn, that was creeping through the light window drapery. Heavy drappings always made everything so dark… and depressing. Beaming brightly he watched it shine and watched as the light caused it to shower the bedroom walls with a cascade of miniature rainbows. The more he watched the wider and more intense his smile grew. That ring meant she had promised to be his, and only his, forever. That ring meant that they had the rest of their lives to build, to love, to grow, to be as they had already become, one. Taken away to a far away place in his mind in that moment he remembered the first time he saw her. The first time they touched. The first time it wasn’t a ‘game’ anymore. The first time they had kissed, and they had been so close so many times. His mind trailed momentarily to the taste of her lips and the way her body curved and arched against his frame, and the way she whimpered and moaned softly in her delight when their lips were locked together in nothing more than a simplistic kiss. And last but not least his mind did not fail to recall the way she withered in his arms or the way her fingers seemed to always find their way to his chest, either curling up against the bare flesh or gently clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Snapping out of it he pulled himself back to his train of thought and leaned down kissing the ring. Smirking a bit to himself about a random thought of sex, he laid his body back down on the bed against her, softly stroking her face and hair as she slept. Taking a minute to simply caress her face and body while she was off in the land of dreams, he leaned down and kissed her lips lightly, then gently traced the silken flesh rose petals with his finger, afterward purring softly and getting up.
A few hours had passed now and it was rolling around on noon. She never got up this late, but she had gotten in, in the wee morning hours last eve from clubbing with her girlfriends. She wasn’t a late sleeper, neither was he. They were early birds. By this time he had done his morning work out routine, showered, and has fixed breakfast, or at least was finishing fixing it. And there he stood in the kitchen with a white chef’s apron on that said “Kiss the cook”. Humming quietly about his way he went on flipping the sausage patties. Whistling softly he soon was pulling bagels out of the oven, lightly toasted and smearing them with a light amount of butter. Going about the routine of setting up breakfast he smiled to himself as soon he was settling a plate under a silver dish. A plate filled with two toasted bagels, with sausage and cheese on them. A side helping of grapes and a wine glass of orange juice. The Tropicana, no pulp, of course. It’s the only kind she would drink and he knew it. He preferred the Tropicana with lots and lots of pulp but hey, today was -her- day. Settling the silver top over the silver tray that held her plate, he soon sauntered outside and picked enough wild peonies’ to go around the perimeter of the trays top. Thank god for green houses! She loved peonies. They were her favorite flower next to hydrangers. Stripping down to his boxers he smiled to himself, getting prepared to awaken his beauty. Looking over himself he decided to add something to his ensemble. His boxers where black with the words “Butler” across the top, and he knew just the thing to really set off the outfit. Sneaking as silently as a cat into their bedroom he soon retrieved a bowtie.
Tying the bowtie properly on his neck, and getting the tray, he was now prepared to wake her. Tip toeing quietly into their bedroom he paused to hit the play button on the CD player, having already prepared it earlier to play Edwin McCain’s – “I’ll Be”, on repeat. Smiling he looked at her in the mid-day light, her face turned away from the suns beams, an arm laid over her eyes. Laughing to himself he shook his head. Ah his sleeping queen. Moving onward he soon was settling the tray on a bedside table. Leaning down he began softly nipping and pecking at her lips, allowing his hands to roam over her body and play with her. It didn’t take long until he was eliciting quite pleasured moans from her mainly sleeping form, and getting an idea he paused. Going across the room he retrieved the blind fold and leather covered hand cuffs. A set for her hands, and a set for her feet.
Gently moving her limbs and restraining them, he placed the blindfold over her eyes, having placed her legs spread eagle. Sliding his body up between her legs he looked at her pussy. She had such a pretty pussy. Nicely shaped lower lips, plumped and feminine like they should be, hood well rounded overtop the clit and to boot, neatly trimmed. Licking his lips to himself he moved up settling his hips against hers, gently rocking them. Drawing his mouth to kiss down her throat and play over the skin he worked his way to her ear, suckling on the lobe mildly, and hands on her breast massaging and squeezing the soft mounds. He loved her breasts. They weren’t too big. And weren’t too small. They were perfect. Besides he didn’t like big boobs anyway. He loved her small boobs. They were just right. A handful. Feeling himself getting aroused against her skin he pushed his cock against her clit through the fabric and he groaned softly shivering and enjoying it. Obviously, in her sleep, she knew he was playing with her body for every now and then a moan would escape her or her body would push up gently on his. Kissing every inch of her throat and nibbling over her collar bone he delved his tongue into the little dip in the skin, slowly making his way to her nipples. Mm her nipples. He loved them too. Especially the way they got so hard. Sucking on one then the other, he tugged the nubs with his teeth back and forth playing and rolling them in his mouth one at a time, alternating between the two. He grinned when they became hard and her half sleeping moaning, became more insistent and also came more often. Smirking he moved a finger down between her lips. She was getting wet. Rubbing her clit and scratching his fingernail up the backside of it her moans grew louder, she was starting to wake up more and more. Scratching gently down her ribs and then kissing over them he worked his way down to her hips dragging his tongue along each one slowly, biting them a little roughly. The bite having been hard enough to awaken her she moaned in delight and went to move her hands to touch him, but soon discovered she couldn’t, the second thing she took note of, besides the obvious restrain of her limbs, was the song in the background. It was one he sung to her often. One she loved to hear him sing. It was one of his songs, to her. She smiled first, knowing he had put it on, especially for her. Then, husky words dropped from her lips “Justin, what are you doing?” she had asked. Not stopping what he was doing he just ran his hand down along her leg and straddled it letting her feel his hand sliding inside his boxers, soon after for her skin to be grazed by the head of his throbbing drooling cock. While he was leaning further down to kiss along her inner thighs and lick down the inside crease of her leg, she asked again with a tone of devilish laughter in her voice “Justin, what are you doing?” Grinning this time he responded, his voice deep and raspy, having a growl in it as he spoke. “ Happy birthday my love, And I’m going to eat your pussy out and make you scream while I jack off on your leg, then I’m going to slide up, take the blind fold off, let your legs free and put them on my shoulders, fuck you until the head of my cock is slamming on your back walls, then, I’m going to turn you over doggy style, and nail you from the back, and listen to my hips slam against your ass, while you’re screaming my name and I’m pulling your hair”. She gasped at his bluntness, but it soaked her immediately. He didn’t talk dirty to her very often; frankly he felt he wasn’t very good at it. Besides sometimes it was hard to talk to the woman you love like she was a whore. But he had decided, today was her birthday and he was going to try it. Moving his face down between her legs he paused a moment, whispering up to her softly. “I love you, Mel.”. Smiling behind blind folded eyes, and without a seconds hesitance she answered him back, a tone of happiness in her voice “I love you too Justin. And what’s that smell?”. He laughed softly. “Breakfast but it can wait.” Continuing what he was doing his tongue dipped between her lips searching out her clit and licking it. Enjoying the taste he groaned stroking himself against her leg, making sure his hand was close enough where she could feel it, as her body arched in excitement at that first touch. Pushing his face into her, she moved her legs until her feet were on the bed flat, he’d left her enough room for that. Pressing her thighs against his head to hold him there he slid his hand along himself faster and sucked on her clit pushing and rubbing his chin against her dripping entrance. He loved it when her pussy juices got all over his face. Sliding the nub between his teeth rapidly she pushed and bucked her hips into his face, smooth thighs encountering his freshly shaven face, nothing left but the neatly trimmed jaw line beard. Her moans grew louder as she panted “Oh god yes, Justin. Eat me. Tongue fuck me” And he was. Pounding his tongue as far back as it would reach he slid his hand faster on himself moaning inside her making the walls vibrate. Tapping the tongue ring inside her wildly in this direction and that he moved his free hand up to scratch down her ribs, hard enough to leave small red lines. Her body arched and she moaned even louder, panting rapidly for breath she pushed her hips eagerly onto his face, grinding insistently into his chin. He knew she was getting closer, and his hand moving along her leg told her what he was doing, and so he tilted his hips a little bit so the wet head would touch her leg, leaving precum there. He was getting close too. Groaning louder he pinched her nipples softly and tugged them, rolling his face into her, hungrily moving up and sucking on her clit pulling and tugging on the little nub greedily with his teeth he growled around it. He wanted to cum all over her and wanted her to cum all over his face and in his mouth, so he could taste her and drink her. Panting harder himself his breath was labored and his free hand clawed at her almost demandingly. Pushing his tongue back in her he sucked at the entrance scraping his teeth at the sweet honey soaked hole, and then suddenly without warning he slammed his tongue against her g-spot and she screamed loudly in ecstasy as he came on her leg at the same time. Rubbing on her as he came he groaned inside her while swallowing her orgasm, and getting squirted in the face. Loving it he just couldn’t seem to stop cumming and licked at her for more, and more he got until they were both screaming. Her screaming his name loudly, followed by words of passionate encouragement, and him screaming inside her. Panting as their orgasms slowed to an end he licked her clean slowly, still panting against her. His face glistening with her juices he licked at it and sat up taking the blind fold off of her, his chest moving up and down rapidly in attempt to catch his breath. And much to her surprise there he sat wearing a bowtie and butler boxers, his face glistening with her juice and breathing hard. Grinning at her the grin was returned and he eyed her leg and then her. He smirked at her playfully, his voice so low it was almost like a growled whisper, “Now you definitely smell like me, and like a large amount of sex.” Turning around, he released her legs, only to slide directly up her body all the while she arched against him excitedly, her legs gliding onto his shoulders with ease.
Rubbing the head of his cock along her soaked cunt he grinned teasing her clit with the head. Taunting her until she was moaning loudly and begging him, he slammed inside her, fingers wrapping around her shoulders to brace himself. Keeping her firmly on the bed with his hands as she screamed louder and louder he fucked her wildly, slamming inside her pussy as deep as he could. Growling helplessly he cried out in pleasure as his balls bounced on her rounded ass cheeks. Forcing himself harder inside her he watched her, giving her a blatant command. “Tighten your muscles up until I can’t get in without forcing it”. He loved the fact that she could make her muscles squeeze and tighten and flutter at will. It was always such a turn on to him. And always a major plus. She was one of the few women he’d ever been with that could do that, and he took full advantage of it at every chance he could. Gasping as he forced himself inside her over and over again pounding the back walls his body trembled on hers as she screamed, his mind lost in the sound of her cries of ecstasy, the feel of her body, the sound of their breathing and just the love that was being made. Rough yes. But it was love making none the less. Pounding on her mercilessly and making it hurt enough where she half screamed in pain and the other half in pleasure it wasn’t long ‘till he was biting down her throat growling and panting getting closer by the minute while she thrashed below him uncontrollably. Closer and closer they came both getting louder and louder, harder and faster. Pushing her body to the breaking point and his own he roared loudly when they both began cumming together, him filling her, and her flooding over him.
Panting heavily after their explosion he laid gentle appreciative kisses along her neck and face breath hot against her sticky skin, it glistening from perspiration of the mornings activities. Smiling at her, he stroked fingertips over her face watching as she kissed their tips softly. Stretching up along her soon he uncuffed her hands, her hands immediately finding their way to his back to rub and caress it gently. Releasing her legs from his shoulders she collapsed them to encompass his waist, holding him there. Petting her face softly he gazed into her pools of emerald, getting lost there, just looking at her. Mumbling softly he smiled, the true look of sincerity on his face as he spoke “Melody you’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” She beamed brightly. She could tell that he meant very word that he had spoke, and this time did not bother protesting. Besides what was the point in protesting? He’d win anyway. He kind of had a way of winning arguments like that. A knack for it one could say. And a damned good one. Sometimes it drove her crazy but then again it was also one of the things she loved about him, because that trait, on her bad days, came in nifty because she could never win no matter how down she was feeling.
Smiling back at her softly, his face holding that freshly fucked flush, eyes dark sapphire blue ‘till they were nearly black and his lips plump from the activity, slowly he brought his lips down to meet hers. Sucking and nibbling on her bottom lip one hand fell without a thought on the side of her face, the other tilted her chin to bring the kiss in deeper, afterward sliding into her hair. Kissing her slowly and lovingly his thumb brushed over her cheek as her hands cupped his face. Lying there together intertwined as one, he let his tongue explore her mouth rediscovering every inch as if he did not already know them by heart. Moans drifted up into the surrounding musky scented air as their tongues danced with each other, their eyes closed. Purring as he slowly pulled away from the kiss his eyes flashing with desire he licked his lips growling gently at her.
Giving her a loving peck on the lips he grinned and whispered to her. “Well. I’ve fulfilled my first two promises… now the third” He trailed off smirking at her as he watched the grin fill her face. Turning her over so her ass was in the air and her breasts on the bed, her back curved beautifully down he smirked rubbing against her. Taking a second to admire her form it wasn’t long ‘till he plowed inside her. Jerking her hair and scratching her back he slammed deeper harder and faster. Smacking against her he groaned loudly and bit her shoulder until it bled slapping her ass roughly as his balls tapped her clit constantly while he rammed her. Ravaging her body like an animal his hands scraped down her back leaving little trails of blood, and welts on her hips. Panting as their sounds became louder and louder he slammed her tight pussy harder and faster. The more she screamed the harder and faster he gave it to her. Growling as he pounded her he pushed as deep as he could while she screamed his name into the air “God yes Justin. Don’t stop. Yes fuck me!” Growling loudly he bit the back of her neck. Both of them cumming explosively they screamed together. Labored breaths over took them as they lay in puddles, him on top of her.
After a few minutes had passed and they had recovered some, he allowed her to get up. Watching as she excused herself to the bathroom he hurriedly ran to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water. Downing it he zipped back in the room just as she was getting back in bed. Flashing her a smile he soon sat the silver tray on a little bedside roll table that swung over the bed incase one did want to eat in bed, and uncovered it. Purring he watched the steam roll off the food. The cover had kept it hot, while they kept the room hot.
“I made breakfast”, he said with a laugh. She nodded and smiled “Looks good, but I can’t eat that much, even with being hungry after this morning’s sexcapade” Laughing at her he nodded and smirked “I’ll help you out” he paused with a devilish grin flickering his tongue at her. “In more ways than one”. Picking up one of the bagel sandwiches he settled beside her eating breakfast with her, cuddling and purring toward her.
And that was just the start of her birthday. More was definitely to cum… I mean, come. He was definitely the luckiest man alive.
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