Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby

by Radclyffe

  “Now this one,” she indicated as she returned the green and picked up another in dark blue with a lovely swirl of white, “is good because it has these ridges right near the base that rub against your clit. If you tend to come mostly from clitoral stimulation, it’s great.”

  If Cindy’s eyes got any brighter, flames were going to shoot out.

  “I’ll take it,” I said hastily.

  “Wait a minute,” Cindy interjected. “It’s not just length that makes a difference.” She held out her hand and the salesgirl dutifully plunked the dildo into it. “Width is important, too.” Cindy closed her fingers around it as she shut her eyes.

  For one terrifying second, I thought she was going to start giving it a hand job. Instead, she just made a little humming noise and nodded.

  “This seems about right.” She gave me another little smirk. “If you get really lucky.” Then she tilted her head and gave the line of dildos an appraising glance. “So...ever get straight couples shopping for these?”

  “All the time,” the salesgirl said knowingly.

  I left with the very tasteful blue cock. Cindy, of course, went for the neon pink. Some unsuspecting guy was going to get very lucky this weekend.

  It was almost two in the morning before I was able to get the last partygoers out of my apartment. All night long, Cindy gave me the high sign and a grin that told me she had definitely swallowed the canary. Or someone had. I tried really hard not to look at the guy she was with while thinking about what they might have done in bed that afternoon.

  Once we were alone, my girlfriend flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, with a groan. “God, I’m beat.”

  I sat beside her and ran my hand up and down the inside of her leg, hooking my nails over the seam that curved along her crotch. Her hips gave a little lift and she made an appreciative sound low in her throat when I lingered there a little longer than anywhere else. “Did you have a nice birthday, baby?”

  She smoothed her hand up my nearly bare back to the thin silk tie that held the halter top in place. Deftly, she loosed the knot, caught the bit of material with her clever fingers, and eased the garment away to leave me bare from the waist up. Then she rolled onto her side and tugged me down to face her. Nuzzling my neck as she palmed my breast, she murmured, “The best. You looked so sexy all night, I couldn’t wait for everyone to go.”

  My breath was getting short and my mind a little fuzzy as she toyed with my nipple, alternately tugging and squeezing it. This wouldn’t do. I shifted away as subtly as I could and decided distraction was the best weapon. I cupped her crotch and did a little squeezing of my own. She might be butch, but she’s far from stone. She moaned and covered my fingers with hers, pressing down on my hand while she lifted her hips.

  “Baby?” I asked quietly.

  “Mmm?”

  “Did you like your presents?” I started a little circular motion as I leaned closer and ran my tongue over her lower lip.

  “Uh-huh.” She sounded a little dazed.

  “When I was a kid, and my brother had a birthday,” I tugged at her lip with my teeth, “my mother always got me a present so I wouldn’t feel left out.”

  “Oh man,” she muttered. She opened her eyes with an expression halfway between worry and want. “Oh hell, honey, I didn’t get you anything.”

  I smiled. She was so cute when she thought she might be in trouble. I tapped a finger on her chin. “That’s okay. I got one for myself.” Her brows furrowed as I leaned across her and pulled open the bottom drawer of the night table. I took out the carefully wrapped package with the bright blue bow and handed it to her. “Here. This is from you to me.”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “Open it while I get ready for bed. I’ll be back in a minute. You get ready, too.”

  She looked even more confused as I stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I gave her five minutes while I got undressed at a leisurely pace. When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was the candles. The second was her sitting propped up in bed, a sheet drawn up to her waist and her chest bare. The look on her face, all hungry and needy, made me instantly wet. I looked at her lap. I couldn’t help it. She had her hands loosely folded over her crotch, and I couldn’t see anything. Just thinking about what was under there made my clitoris twitch. The box and rumpled birthday paper sat on the floor, empty, by the side of the bed. She held out her hand.

  “Come on over here.”

  I didn’t run to her, but I felt like it. Instead, I walked slowly and sat on the side of the bed, making no move to get under the sheets. Leaning into her, breasts to breasts, I threaded my arms around her neck and kissed her. Oh, she was hungry all right. Her tongue dove into my mouth instantly; her hands were all over me, demanding and possessive. Her desire never failed to ignite mine, and that night she was on fire. She was quivering, like she did when she wanted me and wouldn’t stop until she’d demolished me, and I knew what it was from. Without moving my mouth away from hers, I slid my hand under the sheets and down her belly. She jerked and groaned. It was the most natural thing in the world to close my fingers around her cock as she slipped her fingers between my legs. She brushed my wetness over my clitoris and I pushed down on the firmness in my hand, and we both moaned.

  “You like my present, baby?” I gasped.

  “Oh, Christ, yes.”

  She pressed her face between my breasts and stroked me faster. I was afraid she’d make me come, and I grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Wait, wait, baby. I want to come with you inside me.”

  She made a noise that sounded almost like a sob, and I moved my hand from her arm to her hair and pulled her head back so I could see her eyes. “What?”

  “I want that so much.”

  She grinned, shakily, and her eyes shimmered with what I feared were tears. Still gripping her cock with my other hand, I kissed her forehead, her eyes, her mouth. “I love you. You’re perfect.”

  Then I pushed her back against the pillows and threw the sheet aside, looking down as I exposed her. She has a beautiful body, and the cock thrusting up from between her legs neither added nor detracted from that. It did, however, look sexy. “Hold it for me,” I whispered.

  When she reached down and closed her hand around the base, her stomach tightened and her hips twitched, and a shiver ran through me. I loved knowing that having it made her hot; that under that flat, smooth base her clit was rigid and wet. I swung my leg over her body until I straddled her and grabbed the cock with my hand just above hers so that only the head was exposed. With my eyes holding hers, I lowered myself onto her, catching my lip at the first surge of pressure. That fat head hit somewhere just inside me that felt oh so good, and I ached the way I do when I need to come. “Oh God.”

  “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice low and tight.

  I nodded, unable to speak as I took her deeper into me. Until she was buried in me. She kept her hand curled against the base of her cock, and the back of her thumb rubbed against my clitoris. I leaned forward, bracing myself on her shoulders, and started to rock. I couldn’t wait; I had to come.

  “Can I move?” She sounded a little desperate as she lay rigid beneath me.

  “I thought...” I caught my breath as I tightened inside. I was close to exploding already. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

  All I remember is her hands on my hips, guiding me, and my fingers digging into her shoulders as I pistoned and she pumped and I came all over her. When I fell into her arms, she was still inside me. I vaguely registered her reaching down, felt her arm jerking, and knew she was touching herself under the leather. She came fast and hard, whispering my name.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” she moaned after another minute. “Thank you.”

  “Happy birthday, baby,” I sighed. “Happy, happy birthday.”

  About the Author

  Radclyffe has written sixty romance and romantic intrigue novels as well as a paranormal romance series, The Midnight Hunters, a
s L.L. Raand.

  She is a three-time Lambda Literary Award winner in romance and erotica and received the Dr. James Duggins Outstanding Mid-Career Novelist Award by the Lambda Literary Foundation. A member of the Saints and Sinners Literary Hall of Fame, she is also an RWA/FF&P Prism Award winner for Secrets in the Stone, an RWA FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW winner for Firestorm, an RWA Bean Pot winner for Crossroads, an RWA Laurel Wreath winner for Blood Hunt, and a Book Buyers Best award winner for Price of Honor and Secret Hearts. She is also a featured author in the 2015 documentary film Love Between the Covers, from Blueberry Hill Productions.

  In 2004 she founded Bold Strokes Books, one of the world’s largest independent LGBTQ publishing companies, and is the current president and publisher.

  Find her at facebook.com/Radclyffe.BSB, follow her on Twitter @RadclyffeBSB, and visit her website at Radfic.com.

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