Yes, he’s going to pay for ruining this birthday for me. I get more and more excited as I plan out what bratty thing I’m going to do, all the while tossing my lingerie around the huge closet so that it spills into the bedroom.
I find his favorite hot pink bra and panty set and slip them on, glancing in the mirror at the scraps of fabric barely covering my curves. Now I need shoes, and I toss expensive stilettos onto the thick carpeting, muttering under my breath at how unfair Trenton’s being. I have a pair of strappy sandals in my hand, about to fling the shoes out into the bedroom when Trenton appears in the closet doorway with a big smile on his handsome face, holding up my favorite coffee and a bag of donuts.
I squeal with delight at the sight of the treats, and the sight of my man. He’s so tall he almost has to duck to get under the doorframe and his muscles strain against his sexy button-down shirt. His jet black hair is rumpled, like he rolled out of bed and ran to the bakery without combing it. That’s how I love him best. Outside of these walls he’s a serious, high-powered attorney who always gets his way, but here with me? I’m the one in charge. I would love to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one, and even rip them off with my teeth to get to his hard chest. But I have to remember I’m mad at him and stick out my lip, crossing my arms over my chest.
His eyes go to my breasts and I hide a smile. His tongue rolls over his bottom lip and I feel my hot pink panties getting wet at his look of hunger. He doesn’t want donuts, he wants me, and the feeling is mutual. I still have to make him pay, though. I stick my tongue out at him and turn away.
“You weren’t here when I woke up,” I say.
He laughs and I nearly fall over, the deep, rumbling sound is so sexy. “Don’t get bratty, I was bringing you treats.”
I soften and turn back toward him, watching his eyes roam my body and wanting to throw myself at him. I laugh in return at his apologetic look. Normally I do get up later than I did today, but I was so excited about our big day together and so eager to make my naughty dream about him a reality, I woke up early. He just didn’t get back in time.
“I guess that’s a good excuse for not waking me up with a birthday hard on.” I look down at his pants and suck in a breath at the huge bulge waiting for me.
He pulls me close to him, grinding that stiff rod against my bare stomach. I breathe in his spicy cologne and feel weak in the knees when he purrs in my ear. “I still have one for you, baby.”
His mouth meets mine and his tongue slides past my open lips to tangle with mine. Sparks of desire shoot through me as I run my fingers through his hair, making it even messier. His hands roam down my back and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, rumpling up his shirt.
“It’s not fair you have clothes on,” I say with a pout, tugging at his buttons.
He reaches around and cups my ass, sliding his fingers under the edge of my panties and making me shake with lust. Now I’m wishing I hadn’t thrown shoes all over the floor, because I want him to take me right there in the closet. The slightest touch of his fingertips on the inside of my thighs makes my pussy gush.
“You can be patient, can’t you?” he asks in his deep voice.
Is he getting bossy with me? After he ran off, leaving me without pleasuring me first thing on my birthday? I lean back and give him a fierce look, gripping the edges of his shirt and about to tear the buttons off in one yank. He should be down on his knees eating me out, not giving me that stern look. Just the thought of his tongue near my pussy makes me forgive him a little and I smile. He smiles back as his eyes go dark and he pulls me close again while walking me backwards until I’m against the jewelry island in the middle of the closet. Ah yes, this will do just fine, even better than the floor. He lifts me so I’m sitting on the island and spreads my knees wide, moving his body between my legs. That’s exactly where he needs to be, between my legs.
I forget about his shirt and lean back, barely noticing the expensive necklaces and chunky bracelets behind me. He’s laser-focused on my pussy and I squirm to get closer to him, feel his hard cock against me. He shakes his head, still making me wait, then runs a finger along the top edge of my panties and straight down the middle, nudging my clit and smiling.