Another year Older and Deeper...

"You still have your top on."

"Undress me."

"Gladly, kneel up. This is easy,just one button -- there."

He peels open the cotton top, pushing it back, baring my shoulders.

"Another layer? It's like pass the parcel."

"Well it's my birthday isn’t it? The music's stopped, it's your turn again."

"This is pretty."

With two hands he lifts the edge of the pink camisole up over my belly, up slowly -- almost, almost, almost -- lifting my breasts with the fabric. A millimetre more and my nipples would spill out. He gives me that grin that tells me he knows it too. I'm in no mood for teasing and like the petulant birthday girl, I know what I want from this party and I want it now.

In the next moment, I'm on hands and knees across his thighs, his cock pressed to my belly. He peels my knickers down, leaving them there at my thighs. Hands roam and grope and squeeze and caress my skin and all the while I'm squirming back against them. He knuckles my ass and slips his fingers into my cunt. Love slaps warm my skin making me moan and open my legs wider. Fingers push hard and fast until I'm soaked and done, falling forward to catch my breath.

"Take them off."

I could wriggle out of them but instead I stand up, grasp the headboard for balance and slip the fabric down over my legs, losing the underwear. He's looks up and grins, I think he likes the view. His face is right there level with my pussy. I put a leg either side of his body as he pulls me close to his warm mouth. His tongue finds its way into my wetness and I feel myself melting against him, muscles going soft as I grind slowly against his face. Leaning into the wall to stop myself falling, I find my cheek pressed into the cool canvas lap of the nude who resides above our bed. He eats me, as in my mind, I eat her.

And then it's time -- time to be astride him, but there's too much give in the mattress to give me what I need. I turn, hearing him groan a little pleasure sigh. I get greedier as every second goes by -- by now I want it all. I motion him to make me slick with lube and pass the glass dildo. He makes that groany sound again as he watches me lean forward and slip the toy into my asshole. The coolness makes me gasp as I slide it in and out. He reads my actions as an invitation and soon - almost too soon, he slides the dildo from me and replaces the coolness with the warmth of his cock.

In this position the feeling's too focussed, it feels like it's too much. I flatten my body to the bed, my ass cheeks act as a buffer, muffling the intensity until I catch my breath and settle to the sensation which soon turns to pleasure. Again, I lift my ass to him. I want it now -- not slow -- not gentle -- not shallow, I want it all.

He reaches around to stroke my clit but I don't want that. I just want that pushing, urging, fill-me-up, deep, hard, stretch-press feel of his hard cock in my ass and his body covering mine and his breath at my neck and mostly I want to feel those quick, urgent thrusts that bury his cock deep in me and press me saying "Yes, yes, yes" into the mattress. And sweet man that he is, he indulges the birthday girl and gives me just what I want.

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