Birthday Present

Richie had a death grip on Jennifer’s hand in the elevator. She had noticed he pressed the button for the highest floor, and started to panic. Richie muttered under his breath, “relax, baby, we’re almost there.”

When the box dinged and the doors slid open, Jennifer was out as fast as her leg would let her. Richie led her down the hall to a set of tall double doors. He slid in his key card and flipped the doors open with a flourish. Jennifer went in and looked around, gaping at the opulence while Richie set their bags by the door.

The room was an enormous sitting room, with deep leather couches and chairs the color of a perfectly brewed Colombian coffee. Scattered among the leather were tables in mahogany and glass. Heavy lamps with damask shades muting the light sat on the end tables. The central coffee table was all but hidden with a spray of orchids that let out the most amazingly sensual smell. To her right, a fireplace dominated one wall, and Jennifer thought it was a shame it wasn’t cool enough to light it. And directly in front of her, the drapes were pulled wide, and the city was laid out like a tray of tasty treats, hers only for the taking.

“Damn, Rich, this is gorgeous!” she said, turning to look at him. “A little overdone, but absolutely stunning!”

Richie smiled. “What good is my money if I can’t spend it on someone I care about?”

“Touché, baby.” Jennifer crossed the yards of thick-piled carpeting until she stood near the windows; craning her neck to see down. Richie smiled and crossed the room behind her. He pressed his full weight against the glass to show her it was perfectly safe. Taking her hand, he silently urged her to approach the windows, and raised her hands to let her touch the cool, smooth surface. He eased her forehead forward until it touched the pane of glass and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“You make me feel so safe,” she murmured.

“I like being your protector,” Richie answered, kissing her neck. “Now,” he whispered directly into her ear, “I do believe I have a birthday boink to collect."

Jennifer laughed. “You sure do. There’s also the matter of that other present I was teasing you about.”

“You mean?” Richie’s eyes grew dark.

“Yep, I picked out some lingerie for you.” Her eyes sparkled devilishly. “Wanna see?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

Laughing, Richie scooped Jen up and brought her to the bedroom.

“Oh!” she breathed as she looked around. The bedroom was as light and airy as the sitting room was dark and formal. The walls were done in pale peach chintz that was soft to the touch. The furniture in this room was a lighter wood, and their coverings bringing more to mind the Queen’s own rooms rather than the King’s study.

The bed, an oversized monster, sat calmly facing the windows. Again, the drapes were open wide, letting the New York night in. Richie tore the cream-colored spread from the bed, and yanked down the 600-thread count cotton sheets. He specifically requested cotton; silk or satin got too hot when he slept. A sweating ice bucket sat on one of the nightstands; the neck of a bottle of sparkling grape juice poking out. Jen smiled at that.

Richie set her gently down on the floor, and pulled her close, holding her against his body. She could feel the thick length of his erection pressing against her leg. “God, I missed this, Rich,” she said; embarrassed because it had only been a few days since they’d been together.

“I missed this too,” Richie said before his mouth descended on hers. Their tongues came together as if drawn to each other, and danced lazily as their hands roamed. Jennifer pressed hers up the hard planes of his torso to his neck, skipping across the chain at his throat. Richie’s glided down her back to cup her ass and pull her more firmly against him.

He pressed his hands upwards, sliding them under the hem of the silky-soft camisole Jen wore. He tickled her ribs before guiding the garment up and over her head. His breath left him when he saw what she was wearing. The briefest of strapless bras, woven from the thinnest deep purple lace circled her body. He could see her nipples pressing through the lace; the hint of dusty rose skin a beautiful contrast to the violet lace. The bra was held together by a hook in front that flipped open at the touch of his finger. The lingerie clung to her breasts for a moment, as if it didn’t want to lose contact, then floated gracefully to the floor.

“My turn,” Jennifer said, smiling. She slowly worked the buttons of Richie’s shirt until she could open the sides, revealing soft, tanned skin pulled across a broad expanse of muscular perfection. She slid the shirt over his shoulders and off his arms, tossing it behind her.

Richie took her in his arms and kissed her again, walking them toward the bed. He pulled the drawstring on her lounge pants and watched as they dropped to the floor. “Sweet HELL, Jennifer,” he said quietly as he took in the sight of her in royal purple panties.

“You like?” she asked, smiling wickedly.

“I’ll like them better when they’re nothing but torn bits of lace on the floor. Or in my pocket,” he said.

Jen just smiled and reached for Richie’s belt. She unbuckled it and pulled it roughly from its loops. After dropping it on the floor, she unfastened his pants, easing them down over his erection and pushing them as far as she could reach. He pushed and kicked at his jeans until they were flung someplace behind him, and looked at Jen again.

“Can I open my present now?” he said.

Jen nodded, licking her lips. “Sure, and you don’t even have to save the wrapping paper this time.”

With a growl, Richie grabbed the lace and pulled. With a soft tear, it broke free, leaving them both naked. “Now that’s a birthday present,” he said, looking her up and down. He scooped her up and lay her as close to the middle of the bed as he could reach, and climbed up after her. He stretched out beside her, his gaze traveling the whole length of her body. He took in her delicate feet, her toenails painted a sexy deep red. At least he thought it was red. Her long, slim, lightly-tanned legs begged for his touch, and his heart broke a little at the bruised and swollen knee. He traveled up to her smooth slender thighs and gently flaring hips. He spent some time lingering on her tat, HIS tat, and then moved on to her breasts. He tore his eyes away from the perfect pink nipples and the sexy starburst tat and continued up to meet her eyes.

“This is the best birthday present ever,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. “Let me enjoy it my way, okay.” All Jen could do, when faced with the passion and lust barely banked in those gorgeous eyes, was nod.

She tried to relax, but tensed up when his delicious mouth started to kiss the valley between her breasts. He toyed with the nipple on one breast while he reached into the ice bucket and extracted a single, melting ice cube. Smiling at Jen, he pressed the cold cube against her nipple, making her gasp.

“Oh sweet FUCK that’s cold,” Jen said, shivering and shuddering with pleasure.

Richie ran the cube lightly over her breast, watching the droplets of water bead up on her skin. He slid the cube slowly over to the other nipple, gliding it over the swollen tip. Jen hissed and arched under him, but made no move to push the cold away. He ran the cube over her overheated flesh until it was completely melted, and licked all traces of the water away.

Smiling down at her, he reached over for another cube, showing it to her. His eyes flicked downward then met hers again.

“Oh God! Not there!”

“But baby, you promised I could enjoy my present my way.”

Richie slid down the mattress and positioned himself between her legs. He pushed at them gently, urging her to spread them further apart, and bent his head to kiss her. He ran his tongue along her swollen lips, flicking the little gold ball out of the way. He spread her open wide with one hand while he touched the cube to her clit with the other. Jen cried out and she tried to push her legs together, but Richie was having none of it. He played with her for a little while longer, rubbing the ice cube over her clit and watching it melt. When there was just a little bit left of the cube, Richie slowly pushed it into her. The cold made her spasm, and her heat quickly melted the ice.

Jen couldn’t believe the sensations pulsing through her. Richie bent to lap at her, scooping up the water and her juices with his tongue. He was driving her close to the very brink of insanity, and she was loving every second of it. When he sensed that she was almost at the point of no return, he took her hard little clit between his lips, and sucked it firmly. She screamed and her hips rose to meet his face.

Richie abandoned her clit to drive his stiffened tongue into her. When Jennifer moaned in disappointment, he settled his thumb onto her button and massaged it while he tasted her musky juices. Jen was thrusting her hips now, practically fucking his tongue, wanting, NEEDING to feel him deeper.

“More,” she begged.

Richie quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers, driving them deep into her. He pounded her hard and fast, as fast as he could manage, and was rewarded with a silent scream. Jen’s whole body locked, arching hard from the bed. Richie leaned down to suck her clit into his mouth again, and the scream found its volume. He could feel her hands on his head; gripping his hair, pulling his face closer into her as she ground herself against his fingers and tongue.

“God, Rich. I – ” Jen’s ability to speak fled as the orgasm tore through her. Every nerve ending went dark except for those at the juncture of her legs. The nerve endings there went into hyperdrive; she clenched and spasmed for long exquisite minutes. Richie didn’t lett up until she slumped bonelessly to the bed.

Richie took his throbbing cock and started rubbing it with hard, firm strokes. Jen looked over with hooded eyes and watched him. She watched as it swelled even more in his hand, the wide red tip glistening with moisture.

“Rich, please,” she begged, reaching for him.

He smiled and reached for the nightstand; this time to grab protection. He sheathed himself and moved closer to her, cock still in hand. He lined it up with the entrance of her pussy and pushed, just the head of his cock, inside her. He pulled back again, teasing her with his tip.

“Please, Richie, no more teasing. Please.”

He couldn’t deny her, especially when he wanted nothing more than to be buried to the hilt in her. He started to slide in slowly, to allow her to stretch around his girth, but she was having none of it. She raised her hips and looped a leg around his waist, pulling him in. Richie savored the sensation her walls gripping him. He withdrew almost completely before sliding his hard cock back in and out of her; pounding her with hard, fast strokes. He leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples in his mouth.

Jen wrapped her fingers around his wrists, crying out as he bit down softly on her breast. He was banging in and out of her, slamming his cock deep into her, making her gasp with every thrust. She could feel the orgasm building up inside of her; could feel the familiar tingling in her clit. He could feel she was getting close again too.

“Please,” she begged. “Cum with me.”

Richie smiled. “It’s my birthday, darlin’, and I say you first.”

He reached between them and pinched her clit hard, making her scream and pulse. He kept up the pressure until her eyes rolled all the way back into her head and stayed there. Only then did he let himself go; levering up on his knees and pounding into her hard and fast. When his balls tightened, Richie leaned back and slammed once into Jen with all his strength. She screamed, neck and back arched so hard, Richie was afraid she’d hurt something.

“Jesus, Rich, do that again,” she croaked, arms flapping uselessly, trying to reach him but unable to do so.

Richie complied, slamming her again. With the third stroke, his legs and balls tightened even more, and it felt like the top of his head was going to blow off. Instead, he pulsed once then pumped endlessly into her, and groaned in relief.

With a loud grunt, he fell down on top of her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“That was the best birthday present,” Riche said, kissing her tenderly.

He smiled, listening to her panting, trying to get herself under control, still unable to make any sound other than a mewl. He looped an arm around her shoulders and rolled over onto his back, sighing contentedly as she snuggled in against his chest. Stroking the soft skin of her arm, he kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair and feeling the empty part of his heart suddenly feel full.