Birthday Kisses(7)

“Take it off,” I murmur against his mouth, and he pulls away without saying a word, whipping the sweater up and off, letting it fall to the floor. I reach for him once more, eager fingers skimming over his naked skin, drifting across the center of his chest, where I can feel his heart beat.

With a languid sigh, I lean in, pressing my cheek against his chest, listening to the rapid thump of his heart. He rests his hand against my hair, the other hand tugging on the hem of my dress, and when I pull away, I see the darkness filling his blue eyes. I know what he wants.

So I give it to him.

I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up, over my head, wincing at all of the sequins getting tangled in my hair before I eventually remove it completely. I drop the dress onto the floor, standing in front of him in just my black thong, the black industrial strength maternity bra that keeps my breasts in place, yet also somehow manages to look sexy, and my silver heels.

“Woman.” He rubs at his chin while he studies me, his gaze eating me up from head to toe. “You are sexy as fuck.”

There are stretch marks on my stomach and a hint of cellulite on the back of my thighs but I still stand up straighter, practically preening for him. “You know just how to boost my confidence, Crew.”

“I love you.” His words, his gaze, they feel so serious that my mood becomes somber too. “I love you so fucking much, Wren. You don’t even know how bad I have it for you.”

I saunter toward him, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor, his hands finding my hips the moment I’m close enough to him. “I think I know,” I whisper when I wrap my arms around his neck. “Because I feel the same exact way.”

I have no recollection how we got there, but we somehow end up on the bed, Crew lying on top of me, my legs spread to accommodate him. I can feel his erection nudging against my throbbing center and I wiggle beneath his weight, trying to get him to hit a particular spot that I know will feel good.

Without warning he reaches in between us, his fingers finding the front of my damp thong, pressing against me with just enough pressure that when I close my eyes, I see stars. He kisses me hungrily, only breaking away to whisper, “I don’t know if I should fuck this pussy first or eat it.”

His fingers press harder, making me hiss in pleasure.

“Eat it,” I say without hesitation. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Whatever my wife desires.”

Within seconds he’s sliding down my body, his mouth mapping my skin, kissing me in spots that haven’t been touched by his lips in ages. It’s not that we don’t have sex anymore—it’s that we don’t have sex as often as we used to, and when we do, it’s usually hurried. Or I’m either too tired or feeding Willow or…

“Wren.”

His firm voice breaks through my thoughts and I glance down at him to find he’s lying between my spread legs, his mouth perilously close to where I want it the most. “Y-yes?”

“I think I lost you for a second.” He grabs hold of my hand, interlacing our fingers and I cling to him, watching with breathless anticipation as he leans in and presses his face directly against me. He breathes in, as if he’s inhaling me, his eyes closing. He glances up, his lips curled into the faintest smile.

Then he nudges aside the thin fabric of my thong and attacks me with his greedy mouth.

I throw my head back on a moan, my hand taut in his, gripping him tight as I lift my hips to seek more of his mouth. He licks and sucks, slides a finger inside of me carefully, like he’s testing me, and a groan falls from my lips.

“Still want me to eat it? Or fuck it?”

I crack open my eyes and glance down to find him watching me. The words sound extra filthy coming from his damp lips, and I answer without hesitation.

“Eat it. Then fuck it.”

“Dirty girl.” He grins just before he tugs my thong down, yanking it off quickly and tossing it aside. He drapes my legs over his shoulders and settles in, his tongue searching, covering every single spot until I’m a gasping, straining mess. My orgasm is there, just on the horizon and I reach for it, closing my eyes tight, smashing my torso against my husband’s face. It’s so close yet so far—

“Birdy, calm down.” His soothing voice does something to me. Unfurls the tension winding its way through my body and I concentrate on that sensation. The slow unraveling. My whole body melting. “Just…relax and enjoy it.”

Once I’m relaxed enough for his standards, he licks at my flesh, his tongue light. Flickering. Teasing my clit. Circling it over and over before he sucks it between his lips. I breathe deep, my heart pounding, and I close my eyes, trying not to concentrate too hard.

I need to just let this happen, but it’s like my body and my mind aren’t on the same frequency.

“Roll over,” he murmurs just before he does it for me, flipping me over with his hands, yanking me into position so I’m on all fours. He rises up, his mouth finding me from behind, making me jolt, his insistent tongue causing me to cry out.

Oh God, that feels good. So good. Too freaking good.

I grip the sheets with my fists and hang my head, panting as he continues to eat at me from behind, his tongue everywhere. I tilt my hips toward him, arching my back, wanting more, and he gives it to me. I rock against his mouth, splaying my legs wider, his tongue teasing at my clit and a low moan comes from deep within me.