“Jayce…” she whimpers, her legs parting even further, telling me exactly what she wants, and I plan to give her just that…
My heart races as my fingers travel lower, and I wonder what she looks like down there. She’s smooth, her pussy lips perfect, and I slip my finger between the slick folds. She moans hornily; a sound that’s far more fucking enticing than anything I’ve heard before.
I can’t stop kissing her neck, desperate to draw out those sounds that drive me wild. Every soft moan, every sharp gasp, fuels something primal inside me. My fingers drift down, teasing her slit with light, deliberate strokes before zeroing in on her clit. I rub her gently, my fingertip slickening with her arousal, and she exhales, a quiet, breathless sigh, her heart pounding like a war drum against her ribs.
I flick, I circle, reading every shift of her hips, every hitch in her breath. Just a little to the right –there. Her body jerks, a soft whimper escaping as her nails sink into the back of my neck. That sound is what I want to hear every damn night.
She is the one. The only one I crave with this kind of brutal, relentless need. I want to wake up next to her, touch her like this, and love her like this for the rest of my fucking life.
She grabs the back of my head, pulling me up, and when our eyes meet, Goddess her eyes... They’ve turned this molten shade of red, dark and dangerous, like spilt wine under moonlight, blood-red and utterly breathtaking.
I crash my lips to hers, claiming her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while my fingers work her clit with unrelenting precision. I shift the rhythm, keeping her on that edge, coaxing louder, more desperate moans from her. She can’t kiss me back anymore, her mouth open in a silent cry, her back arched, one hand fisting in my hair, the other pressed flat to my chest as I bring her closer to the edge.
A flicker of movement pulls my eyes to the time – fifteen… thirteen…
“Oh… I… gods…” she gasps, eyes wide and wild as she teeters on the brink. I slow, just for a moment, sliding my fingers along her soaked folds before leaning down and biting softly at the spot where her mate mark will someday burn. I suck hard, possessively, as I swirl my finger faster over her clit.
And just as the clock hits midnight, I push her over the edge.
It crashes into her like an explosion, pure, euphoric pleasure exploding through her body. Her back bows, her breath catches, and a delicious moan of pure euphoria falls from her lips as her body convulses in wave after wave of ecstasy.
I pull back, needing to see her, needing to witness her – in this moment.
Her eyes flutter shut, her mouth parted in a soundless cry of bliss while her entire body trembles, lost in the throes of her release. She’s never looked more beautiful, never felt more mine.
Still breathless from watching her fall apart, I hover my lips over hers and murmur, “Happy birthday, Darling.”
Birthday Messages
Sienna
My entire body is sizzling with the aftermath of that mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm.
Gods… there is nothing that Jayce can’t do, and the way he kisses me… my lips are still tingling from the sensation.
I gaze at Jayce through my lashes, and reaching over, I tug him closer, kissing his lips. His hand still remains on my pussy, and my entire body is tingling with pleasure.
He deepens the kiss, consuming me entirely, and then he’s slowly tugging away.
I look into his now blue eyes as he slips his hand out of my shorts and wraps it around my waist, tugging me against him. My cheeks burn, feeling and loving the way his hard cock is pressed against my thigh.
“That was the best ‘happy birthday’ ever,” I whisper, playing with the silver chain he’s wearing around his neck, before looking into his eyes bravely.
He smirks, cupping my chin as he places a soft kiss on my lips before he sits up slightly. I wish he didn’t, but he’s reaching forsomething. I watch curiously, scooting back a little, and I sit up when he holds out a large envelope and a box of chocolates.
I smile up at him. “These are my favourite, thank you.”
“I know,” he answers, giving me a faint smile.
“I shouldn’t be surprised.” I laugh.
He’s watching me as I turn the envelope over and remove the small sticker holding it shut. I slide the thick paper out of it, my heart skipping a beat as I realise instantly what it is, as dark red curls come into view. I slowly slide the portrait fully out. It’s a portrait of me, one hand resting under my chin, looking into the distance. Every part of me is drawn perfectly, and my heart skips a beat as I recognise the dress with cherries. This was last summer…
“This is…”
“17th July, at Uncle Alejandro’s. You looked beautiful that day, and it’s one of those moments I didn’t need to have you in front of me to remember every detail,” he says softly.
My heart thumps as I look down at the art. This is so beautiful… he’s got my beauty spot, my bracelet, my hair… all of it is perfect. In the corner in black ink, he’s written ‘To the most beautiful girl in the world’ and beneath it his signature - J WESTWOOD.
