I let out a low moan, not wanting to wake up just yet. “It’s my birthday, I don’t wanna wake up, baby.” I try to curl away from him, into a small little ball.
We had stayed up far too late last night, and I’m tired. I know we have plans today, but my bed is deciding to be super comfy this morning.
“Come on, Blondie, I went out and bought your favorite. Get up!” he whispers in my ear, and I can’t help but giggle. I know at this point, sleep is not happening.
Rolling over, I look at him, his big brown eyes looking down at me. “There you are, happy birthday again,” he whispers, before kissing me. His stubble tickles my face, as it always does. I kiss him back, smelling my favorite muffins.
“What did you get me?” I sit up, peeking at the bag.
“I got you an ice coffee, you’re favorite vanilla bean, with two blueberry muffins.” He offers me the bag. I open it, and dive into the first muffin.
“Thank you, baby, you’re too sweet to me.”
With breakfast done, I convince him to cuddle with me a while before we start our day. His lips begin to trail over my jaw, moving down my neck. His breath is hot on my neck, moving down my body; he takes his time. I’m so turned on; I want him to rush, but I love he’s taking his time. The way he moves down my body, it’s tender.
He pulls my panties off, throwing them into the laundry basket easily. He can be such a show off, I giggle at him. His tongue runs down my mound, kissing lightly over the wetness his tongue caused, before working his tongue into my lips. He moves quickly over my pussy, I can hear the wetness it makes. It turns me on even more.
Two fingers find their way into me, as he begins to fuck me slowly. His tongue continues to stay fast; his fingers slow inside me. The sensation of the two of them is wonderful, exactly what I need. His face pressed so close into me, the stubble rubbing into me. It helps add the pleasure; I love the rawness it gives me. Moaning out for him not to stop, he begins to go a little faster. He knows I can cum so fast when he tongue fucks me.
Moving faster, his fingers and tongue now both working fast, I moan out more. I keep urging him on, asking him not to stop. My hands grip the sheets, pulling my legs up higher, allowing him to go deeper. My small frame becomes all the smaller. He fucks me so fast. I let out a screaming moan that I’m cumming, and he sucks hard on my clit. His fingers move upwards, and hit perfectly.
I feel as though my fingers are numb, as I hold tightly onto the sheets. Sam’s mouth releases my clit, licking at it intently. I cum so hard, I feel as though I've fallen off the bed. With one swift movement, Sam’s up over me. His strong arms holding himself up above me, I wrap my legs around him.
“You look so fucking sexy when you cum. You make the cutest face, and the way you scream my name. Damn, do I love you, Blondie,” his lips fall onto mine, my lips meeting his.
“I love you, Sammy. I like how hard you can make me cum,” I giggle at him. I use the name he hates, saying it’s a childish name. I can’t help it though, I love calling him Sammy.
“I’m going to let you get away with that today, it’s your birthday. Don’t get used to it.”
He makes me smile, because he always lets me get away with it. I roll us over until I’m on top of him. I rest myself on his lap; I can feel how hard he is. I slide up over him, knowing he can feel the heat of my pussy against him.
I begin to lower myself down onto him, my pussy spreading just enough to cover his head. Our eyes are locked onto each other. I can feel his love for me and mine for him. The room is silent, as though we’re the only people in the world. His thickness is spreading me, stretching to fit inside me, as I keep lowering myself onto him. I moan out, I struggle a little not to just drop fully onto him. I want to go slow, I want this to last.