BIRTHDAY GIFT
Clover
Maverick’s 25th birthday
Strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, and warm lips sweep along my neck. I let my eyes flutter closed and angle my head, giving him access to more skin, should he want it.
And he does.
He nips his way up to my earlobe, and his fingertips find the hem of my shirt and glide under the fabric, drifting up my stomach to cup a breast.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.” He slides a hand into my bra and grazes a nipple. “Touching one of my many favorite parts of you.” His other hand finds the button on my jeans.
“Your family and mine are going to be here in less than an hour.”
“I guess I better be quick then, huh?”
“I still have to prepare the appetizer platter.”
“Our moms and my sister will help you with that. It’s my birthday. I want one of your orgasms as a gift.” I don’t stop him when he flicks the button open and slides his hand down the front of my pants, cupping me over my panties.
“We had sex three hours ago.”
“It feels like days, not hours. Whose idea was it to invite our families over anyway? Why aren’t we going out for dinner?”
“Because we decided it would be nice to host them here. Remember?” My parents flew in from Florida yesterday. They’re staying with Maverick’s parents. Over the past few years, huge family celebrations have become a regular thing.
“We must have had this conversation after sex when my brain wasn’t really functioning.” He pushes my panties to the side, fingertips gliding over my clit.
“Are we really going to do this right here? What if someone shows up early?” I arch, my butt pressing against his erection.
“Hmm . . . Good point.” His lips leave my neck, and the hand down my pants disappears, as does the one in my bra. He dips down and picks me up, carrying me fireman-style across the room.
Herman, our two-year-old German Shepherd, jumps up and starts to follow us to the bedroom, but Maverick closes the door on him. He barks once and whines. When we come out, we’ll find him lying beside the bedroom door, all dejected and sad.
Maverick drops me on the bed and straddles my hips, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I reach to take my glasses off, but he shakes his head. “Leave them on,Professor Sweet.”
I roll my eyes. “I was a professor for all of a year.”
“You’ll always be my favorite teacher. Every day I learn something new from you.” He pulls my shirt over my head and rids me of my jeans. He pauses, taking in my bra and panties. “This is new. Is this one of my birthday presents?”
“You like?” The bra is pale green lace, the panties the same. I flip over on my stomach.
“Oh fuck, yes. I love it when you get all naughty and pull out the thongs.” He grabs my ass and bites each cheek. “This is, like, my ultimate fantasy, right here.” He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. His jeans and boxers follow.
He straddles my thighs and then stretches out on top of me. I turn my head, and his lips connect with my cheek as his erection settles against my lower back. “I want to do dirty things to you.”
“You better do them fast unless you want to spend the rest of the evening wishing you’d planned this out better.”
He chuckles and folds back on his knees, tucking a finger under the waistband and tugging gently. “So fucking sexy.”
I look over my shoulder as he slides his thick cock under the string and along the divide.
“I don’t care what birthday it is; you’re not getting in there with that thing,” I tell him on a low moan.
He chuckles. “Oh, I know. But I can tease you, can’t I?”
