Quickie 4: Birthday Stuff

She lounged on the sofa, face deep in a good book. Warm and cuddly under a chunky blanket. Kitty on her lap, napping and purring. A glass of red wine sat beside her on the coffee table. All-in-all, despite being trapped in the house for her birthday, this was turning out to be a decent one.

“Babe,” her lover called from the kitchen.

With some hesitation, she tore her attention from her book long enough to distractedly call out. “Yeah?”

“I made you a treat.”

Dirty

She smiled. Well, that was nice. She didn’t even know he was cooking. No fire alarms sounded or anything. That impressed her.

“Oh really?” A giggle bubbled in her throat as she sat up straighter on the couch. Kitty protested the movement with an irritated stare before returning to her slumber.

“Yep. So why don’t you close your eyes and I’ll bring it out to you.”

She did so, grinning from ear to ear. “Okay. They’re closed!”

After a few moments of shuffling sounds, she could feel the movement of air before her. She raised her eyebrows, eager for her treat.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

And she did. Her grin turned to a confused frown, then back to a wry grin. She stared up at her lover who beamed down at her, clearly proud of his work. He stood before her in his naked glory with a cheeky grin on his face. Her eyes followed her beautiful man’s body, taking in all of him. Eventually, her gaze stopped at the apex of his legs. Lover made a hopeful sound, waiting on her remark.

“Um…Is that your dick covered in whipped cream?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

“With a cherry on top?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

He wiggled his hips, causing his hard length to sway back and forth. A glop of whipped cream fell to the floor.

Puzzled, she cocked her head to the side. “This seems more like a treat for you than for me, though.”

Lover’s face fell ever-so-slightly. “I thought it could be a treat for both of us.”

She scoffed. Not that she didn’t enjoy giving head, of course. It just seemed like, since it was her special day, she’d be on the receiving end. He’d never been this selfish before, so the whole thing had her baffled.

Lover knelt before her, carelessly letting the cream fall to the floor. The cherry rolled across the hardwood, capturing Kitty’s attention. She hopped down from the couch to bat it around.

He ran his hands along her upper thighs, moving enticingly slow over her leggings. The warmth of his touch tingled her skin beneath the cloth.

“Well, to be honest with you,” he purred. “that’s dessert.” His fingers slipped in the waistband of her pants, hooking the elastic between his fingers. He gave it a gentle tug, demanding entrance. She wiggled in her seat, giving him room to slide the pants downward.

“I was planning to have a little something to eat first.”

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