Birthday List

by Willa Edwards

  “I don’t know which is making me drunker, the beer or you.”

  Callie laughed, the sound quickly turned into a moan as his tongue swiped the skin of her tummy, from one hipbone to the other. His nose close enough to smell the need wafting from her pussy. The taste of beer and sugary frosting swirled together across his taste buds, along with the tangy sweet flavor that was Callie. Eric fought the urge to moan, his cock an iron rod between his legs and his balls two aching hard stones.

  "Now I'm ready for a little dessert." He smiled, heading back towards the cake. Licking a dollop of frosting from her stomach, he slowly crept down her body, inching closer and closer to her cunt. Callie was sweet enough on her own. She had the most delicious pussy he'd ever tasted. The frosting only made her sweeter.

  He lifted the cake and deposited it on the empty plate next to her. No doubt the same plate it had originally come from, the edges still smeared with yellow frosting. Spreading her legs wide, he moved between them. "Oh baby," and this time he did moan in shock. "You shaved!" He stared down at her naked pussy, barely concealed by smeared buttercream.

  She nodded. "I didn't want to get hair in your cake."

  His entire body roared to life, his blood boiling and his brain short circuiting. Callie had shaved all the hair from her pussy, leaving him a nice clean surface to enjoy. He growled at her, suddenly ravenous.

  Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he pulled her to the edge of the table. Slowly, he licked along her now smooth pussy lips, enjoying the shivers his touch created, interlaced with vanilla and sugar.

  “Oh God!” She screamed. Her hips jerked, but he held her tightly in place.

  “Does that feel good baby?” He opened his eyes, deliberately meeting her forest gaze. Her puffy lips fell open in surprise.

  “So good,” she responded on another moan. “It’s so sensitive. I can feel every little brush and breath down there.”

  Eric smiled, deliberately letting out a deep exhale across her sensitive bare flesh, the contractions of her thigh muscles satisfying against his palms. “Maybe you’ll have to keep it this way for a while.” He ran his fingers down her slit, pulling back three sopping digits.

  Callie smiled over at him. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I will.”

  He laughed, bending lower to lick her pussy, slow and deliberate. Her hips arched up, following the touch of his tongue. “I’m always a good boy.”

  “Show me.” One scarlet brow rose in challenge.

  “With pleasure.” He dropped his head between her legs, thrusting his tongue between her soft bare lips.

  She screamed out, her body flailing along the tabletop as he found her clit and sucked it between his lips. She tasted of vanilla and sugar from the frosting, and the exotic sweetness that was pure Callie. Even if he ate her out every night – which he pretty much did – he’d never get enough of her.

  He nudged a finger into her, curling it to find the right spot deep inside her. She screamed, her pussy convulsing on his finger. Her thighs tightened around his head, holding him close. In their time together, he’d learned all the secret places of her body that made her squirm and shake, and he enjoyed using that knowledge to his advantage.

  She lifted her arms off the table, trying to reach for him, but the red licorice rope still held her. She gave a groan of frustration as he continued to stroke inside her, his mouth fixed on her clit, sucking through each ripple of her sex.

  As she raced toward climax, she gave up her struggles, dropping her hands back to the table. She moaned, her hips arching up to ride against his mouth. He sucked harder, pushing her over the peak.

  Finally she sank back, exhausted and replete. He eased from her thighs, licking the last trace of her sweetness from his sticky lips. A dazed expression covered her face, a small satisfied smile turned up the corners of her lips. Her chest rose and sank with her deep breaths, her breasts bobbing with the movement. His cock throbbed. Watching Callie come was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter how many times he witnessed her beauty, it never lost its effect.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered and she smiled.

  His cock throbbed and his balls ached – needing to be inside her – now. Making her come once wasn’t anywhere near enough. He needed to watch her scale that peak again – this time around his dick. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Standing, he stripped out of his clothes, throwing his tee-shirt to the floor without caring where it fell. He unhooked his belt and unfastened his pants as he toed out of his shoes, needing to be naked as quickly as possible. One more second separated from Callie’s naked body was far too long.

  He tossed his pants, boxers and socks behind him. Returning to the table, he pulled Callie to the edge, gripping her thighs and spreading her wide. Her sweet pink pussy gleamed with moisture. Her eyes looked up at him glassy with unabashed lust. Her entire body still flushed a deep red from her previous orgasm. Like all redheads she could go from soft white to deep red with only a little coaxing. There was nothing he loved more than turning her redder than a strawberry.

  He smoothed his fingers down her leg, loving the little mewling sounds that escaped her lips at his touch. Her muscles still twitched beneath his attention. God, he loved her. This was his woman. The woman he’d waited three achingly long years for.

  But it had all been worth it. She was his now, and he didn’t plan to ever let her go.

  Spreading her thighs wide, he wrapped her legs around his hips. With one smooth lunge, he thrust into her hard and deep. She screamed out, her dripping pussy accommodating his length and girth. He groaned in turn as she rippled around him, clenching his cock so hard he couldn’t see. He took three deep breaths to stave off the desperate burn to come at the first touch of her. It would be so easy to pour himself inside her. But it would be so much sweeter if they came together. The two of them, limbs entwined, moaning and shivering around each other.

  “I need to touch you,” she cried, moisture blurring the edges of her eyes, and tugging at his heart.

  “I know, baby.” He needed her to touch him too. More than he could express.

  He pulled her wrists to his mouth, grabbing the licorice between his teeth and biting through the cord. The rest of the candy fell away, as Callie lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

  She rose up, grabbing hold of the licorice vine hanging from his lips and bit into it. She nibbled up the string until their lips met, her mouth sliding across his. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, skating along his teeth and diving between for more of the sweet strawberry flavored licorice.

  His tongue moved with hers, the flavors of candy and Callie skidding across his taste buds. He slammed into her harder, deeper. Small whimpers and moans slipped past her lips – the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. Much sweeter than the candy or the frosting decorating her body. He'd give up all of that and chocolate for a lifetime if it meant he could hear her like this forever.

  She cried out, throwing her head back as she came again. Her pussy rippled around him, clutching hard at his cock. He continued to thrust into her, riding through each contraction. The tight grip of her pussy along his shaft milked him, pushing him towards the edge, until he couldn’t hold off his orgasm any longer. He bellowed, slamming into her one last time. His balls pulled up tight to his groin and let go.

  His whole body went slack, dropping limply against her. In the back of his mind he vaguely heard the crunch of pretzels being crushed between them.

  For a few minutes they just lay there in silence, his cock still buried deep inside her, her creamy thighs cradling him, her soft breasts molded against his chest. She raked her nails back and forth across his shoulder blades, slowly reawakening his nerves even as his body protested. She had wrung him dry – again. Just lifting his head sounded like a gigantic feat.

  Callie kissed his temple. "How did you like you're birthday surprise?"

  He pulled back to stare at her wicked grin. She could be really evil when she wanted t
o be, and he loved it. What had he done before her? How had he lived? It didn't seem like living. Callie was life.

  "Best birthday present ever." He smiled at her.

  She shook her head, threading her fingers through his hair. "This isn't your birthday present. Your present's wrapped in the other room. This was just the best way to eat your cake."

  She smiled up at him, tugging his head back down to her. Their mouths touched, lips molded together. No other woman had ever kissed him the way she did. Sweet and tender, confident and demanding, making him dizzy and steadying him at the same time.

  He drew back from her, staring down at her bright green eyes. The corners of her mouth hitched up in that sweet little smile that always made his heart beat faster. Her taste still tingled across his lips, yet he wanted more of her. He could never have enough. Even if he had a lifetime, it wouldn’t be enough Callie for him.

  Pushing a sweaty lock of hair back from where it stuck to her face, she smiled up at him.

  His heart pounded and his gut churned. Now was the time. He rose from her body, reluctantly withdrawing from her soft flesh. If all went well, he’d be pressed up against her soon enough.

  “What are you doing?” She called after him, confusion coloring her question.

  “Getting my birthday present,” he called back over his shoulder, racing to the doorway, where he’d left his coat.

  “Where are you going? I put your birthday present in the kitchen.”

  He shrugged his shoulder. She’d probably bought him a fantastic present. Sentimental, thoughtful. But he had something else in mind.

  His hands fumbled, searching through his jacket. It had to be here. He blew out a nervous and excited breath as he dug into the right pocked and pulled out a small velvet box. Palming the square, he ran back to the dining room. He’d carried the small box with him for over two weeks, waiting for just the right time to spring it on her. Sure the moment would present itself eventually. And now it had.

  A sheen of sweat broke out across his neck and crawled down his back as he rounded the corner into the dining room. Callie had sat up on the table. Her long legs extended beneath her almost touching the floor. Still naked, her breasts flaunted before him, the shell pink tips dancing before his eyes. His mouth watered to taste them again, but he’d have time for that later. He’d make sure of it.

  Lifting his closed hand from behind his back, he presented the small box to her. The black velvet surface shimmered in the dusky light.

  Callie gaped at the box for a second, before looking back up at him confused. She sucked on her bottom lip, her eyebrows migrating together. “Eric, it’s your birthday. You’re not supposed to get me a present.”

  He stepped closer and dropped slowly to one knee. “Believe me, it’s for me too.” He lifted the lid, displaying the diamond ring nestled in the black velvet. The stone was modest, not even a full karat. But he knew that wouldn’t matter to Callie. She had never cared about material things like that. Yet still his hand shook as he held the ring before her.

  She reached towards him, her hand suspended in midair, but she didn’t take the box.

  “Callie, will you give me the greatest birthday present in the world? Will you marry me?”

  “Eric—” She looked down at him in shock, her eyes ping-ponging between the ring in his hand and his eyes, as if trying to gauge his seriousness. Uncertainty and fear brimmed her pine eyes.

  "Are you sure about this?" She stared down at the emerald cut diamond like it might reach out and bite her. "We’ve only been together for three months."

  He understood her concern. She'd been through this before. The engagement, the questioning and then finally the breakup. But he wasn't Josh, and he didn't plan to let her go. He loved her. He was determined to make her his. It didn't matter if it was now, or in sixty years. He wanted Callie.

  He wrapped his arms around her, gazing up into her eyes. “I’m sure. I want you. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I always will.” He stood and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into a deep desperate kiss. His chest felt tight as he kissed her, her body softening into his.

  When they finally pulled apart, her breathing was deep and she looked dazed. His heart beat with pride that he could make her look so scattered with only a kiss. Yet fear still knotted his gut.

  Her hands held onto his biceps with a death grip, as if she was afraid she might fall over without his support.

  He placed a kiss against her hairline, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent. Even without the food she always smelled like cookies – like home. “What do you say, sweetheart? Will you marry me?”

  He wrapped his arms around her, holding his hands flat against her lower back to keep his fingers still. His nerves rattled just below the surface. He held his breath, waiting for her response. If she didn’t answer soon, he might die right there – crumbling into a pile of disappointed rubble. Without Callie, there wasn’t much point in living.

  She nodded her head. Her eyes were misty, her shaking growing stronger with each second. “Yes,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

  The knots in his gut eased and his chest puffed with pride. “Yippee!” He screamed to the sky with unrestrained glee. He gathered her soft naked body into his arms, tampering down the urge to throw her in the air like a winning catch and do a touchdown dance. He’d never been happier in his life.

  She’d said yes! She wanted to marry him! Callie would be all his. Forever.

  He cupped her cheeks and directed her gaze to his. She always felt so small and delicate in his big hands. He rather liked the feeling. And now he’d get to have it for the rest of his life. But first he had to put her at ease – make sure she was comfortable. He couldn’t survive if she changed her mind and tried to back out on him later.

  “I’ll marry you as fast or a slow as you want. Whatever makes you happy. As long as my ring is on your finger, I don’t care when the date is.”

  She shook her head, “Let’s get married soon. I don’t want a long engagement.” She captured his bottom lip between her teeth. He laughed a little to himself. For the first time, her three year engagement to Josh the asshole had paid off.

  “Soon works for me. If you want, we can run off to Vegas this weekend.” He held his breath, silently praying she’d say no. He didn’t want to get married in Vegas. He wanted to see Callie in a big white dress, declare his love for her to the whole world and hear her do the same. But if it made her feel more comfortable to get married quick and dirty in sin city, he’d do exactly that. As long as he married Callie, the rest was just details.

  “No, I want a real wedding.”

  His heart leapt at her words, overflowing with happiness. He smiled, tightening his arms around her. She always fit just right against him. “You’ve got it sweetheart.” He pulled Callie across the table towards him. Wrapping her smooth long legs around his middle, he braced his hands beneath her firm ass and picked her up.

  She held onto his neck, but never questioning he would keep her safe.

  He kissed her hard. They swayed a little on their way through the room, as he held onto his precious bundle.

  She laughed as he carried her towards the bedroom, combing her fingers through his hair. “What are we doing now?”

  “Celebrating.”

  “I thought we just did that.”

  Eric laughed, depositing her on the bed. “Baby, we’re going to be celebrating for a long time. For the rest of our lives.” He dropped to the mattress, joining her there and kissed her again, rejoicing in everything they had. Especially each other.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Willa Edwards has dreamed about being a writer since she was four years old. When she picked up her first romance novel at fifteen she knew she’d found her place and she’s never looked back.

  She now lives in New York, where she works with numbers at her Evil Day Job and spends her ni
ghts writing red-hot tales of erotic romance. When she’s not at her computer, you can usually find her curled up in bed with her two furry babies, her nose pressed to her e-reader.

  Willa loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at willa.c.edwards@gmail.com or visit her on the web to find out more about her current projects at www.willaedwards.com.

  Current Series and Upcoming Releases

  Naughty Holiday Lists, a series of lists get a group of friends in some trouble and help them find love

  NAUGHTY LIST, December 2010

  MIDNIGHT MIRAGE, June 2011

  HEART’S ULTIMATUM, February 2012

  BIRTHDAY LIST, October 2012 free read

  FOOLISH DESIRE, November 2012

  DIRTY WORK, Coming Soon

  Bound By Fairytales, Fairytales told with their own special twists and a few knots from Total-e-Bound Publishing

  WANDERING OFF THE PATH, January 2013

  Stand Alones

  Sexy Shorts with Whiskey Creek-Torrid Press

  WHATEVER YOU WANT, SIR, August 2011

  SNOW DAY, March 2012

  SERVING MADAME, April 2012 with Romance Divine

  WHAT HAPPENS IN THE BOOTH, November 2012