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“Well, not yet…”
He started to unscrew the lid. “We’re doing all of these tonight!”
“What? No. Just wait.” I went back into the closet and came out with a second jar and a multi-colored cube of Post-It notes for him. “You have to make yours first. Ten. You get ten things.”
Malcolm put the jar on the nightstand then approached me. Slow, deliberate strides like a predator stalking its prey. My husband ravished me with his eyes. I knew that look. I loved that look. He wouldn’t be making any lists tonight. He took the second jar and notepad from me and dropped them on the floor. Tonight my husband would have me screaming his name without any item from a list needed. Thank goodness my parents said they’d babysit.
“Now it’s time for me to unwrap the gift I’ve been waiting for all day.”
With a playful smirk on my face, I slowly raised my arms above my head. Mal peeled the shirt off me, and from behind the gray fabric I heard his sharp intake of breath when my chest was revealed to him. Shirt removed, he tossed it to the side and kept his eyes focused on my breasts.
; “This. Is. New.”
I ran my hands under my bra-covered breasts and lifted them. “You like?”
The sheer demi bra did little to hide the flesh beneath it. The black fabric had intricate floral designs along the side and back and around the bottom of the cups. It was detailed with sequins and rhinestones that caught the light when I moved, and the front was joined in the center with a bow. I spent a lot more money on underwear than I ever had, and Malcolm always appreciated my new purchases. He’d take the time, like now, to enjoy and admire them. He’d tell me if I put the effort in to dress up for him and put on something special, he sure as hell was going to savor it.
He reached out, using only his index finger, and circled my erect nipple through the thin material, then moved to the other side to mirror his action. My body hummed with awareness of him. Our gazes locked, and he grinned when he placed his hands on my waist and tugged me forward. His face filled my vision as he leaned down, and I tilted my head up to meet his lips. He nipped at my bottom one before he ran his tongue along it.
The strong arms I loved wrapped around me to pull me closer to his hard body, and his mouth claimed mine. Even through the denim, his impressive erection pressed against my stomach. His dreads hung free and created a curtain around us. The warmth of his fingers radiated against my skin; each slight movement left behind its own comforting memory. Soft pressure from his lips, demanding, yet gentle, a perfect mix only he seemed to achieve. And one that sent my heart into overdrive.
My pulse quickened and the steady drum of wanton need throbbed between my legs. I let my hands slide up along his biceps before I encircled his neck and wrapped a leg around his to shamelessly rub my body against him. The hard squeeze to my ass drew a long moan.
Mal pulled back and placed a quick peck on the nose. “You need to lose these.” He gave my ass another squeeze.
My breath escaped in short puffs while my body raged against the loss of contact. A long inhale and exhale allowed me to recoup enough to focus. With a flip of my hair, I ran my hands down my body and quirked my lips up.
“Well, Birthday Boy, that really is your job. You’re supposed to be unwrapping your gift.”
His smile widened, and he stepped back. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my jeans, and in an astounding display of patience, he seemingly unzipped them one notch at a time. Hazel eyes danced with mischief as he hooked his thumbs into my waistband before rocking his hands back and forth to lower my pants down over my hips and ass. I let out a small yelp when he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed. My husband kneeled in front of me, and our focus remained on each other while he pulled the jeans free of my body. He took his time, as if he were unwrapping something special. But that was him. The man before me had a way of making me feel like the most cherished person on the planet no matter how mundane the action.
Each brush of his fingertips on my skin left behind a trail of goosebumps. I was panting when he brought my leg up to his mouth. A single kiss to my ankle set a million warm embers fluttering across my flesh. The hairs of his beard tickled as he continued his journey, an inch at a time. The subtle scratch, an aphrodisiac of its own that released a flood of desire and dampened my panties.
Slow, and precise, he kissed and nipped his way up my leg, and my body was primed and ready for him. Desperate need for the intimate connection ran rampant through me, adding fuel to a fire only he could quench.
When he got to my knee, he stopped.
I bit down on my lip. Malcolm was face level with my crotch and his eyes were fixated on the apex between my legs. I swallowed hard, and my face heated up when he pushed my knees apart for a better look. The matching panties were as sheer as the bra and left nothing to the imagination. He had clear view of how aroused he’d made me. I closed my hands around the comforter and fought the urge to pull his face closer—my lower half contracted at the thought of his sensuous mouth teasing me through the thin barrier.
His warm hands slid up my thighs until his thumbs met in the middle. Finally, he looked up at me with the most delicious grin on his face. Working his thumbs up and down in a leisurely pace, he caressed my center. The calloused pads of his fingers pressed the wet fabric against me, creating enough friction to drive my need higher, but not enough to get me over the crest. When he licked his lips, my heart rate increased, my body temperature soared, and my knees opened wider of their own accord. A low moan rumbled from the back of my throat and my nipples strained behind the confines of the bra.
“This is a real surprise.” The words were delivered in a gravel tone that caused me to shudder.
I’d gotten bikini waxes before, but never a full one that left me as bare as the day I was born. It was something he’d mentioned, so I’d decided to go for it as an added treat. The appreciation on his handsome face flooded me with a different sort of pleasure mixed with happiness and pride.
I arched into his touch. “Happy birthday, baby.”
Malcolm rose higher, sliding his hands around to my ass, and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.
“What do we have here?” He moved to the side to get a better view of my backside.
I slid farther onto the bed and flipped onto my stomach. “Like whatcha see?”
The back of the panties had a peek-a-boo design. The upper part was a bouquet of flowers attached to the string. Then there was an opening. No fabric. The top part of my behind exposed. The flowers connected to the sheer lace in the middle to cover the rest of my ass, joined with a strap that met the top one.
“Ginger, baby, you went all out for me.”
