Desmond wouldn’t be home until a few days after his actual birthday, which gave me plenty of time to prepare his late present. I wrote him a bunch of notes, some of them sweet, some silly, and some exceptionally dirty; all the things I loved about him. I left them on the floor in a trail to the bedroom with rose petals, and taped a few to the walls as well. Then I wait for him, sprawled on the bed in my newly purchased lingerie. I’m already damp from anticipation by the time he opens the bedroom door; he’s obviously excited as well. I pat the edge of the bed and he sits obediently, looking like a man who hasn’t eaten since his actual birthday. I stand and very slowly remove his clothes, touching him as much as possible, then kneel before him. I run my fingers along the length of his cock before doing the same with my tongue. I suck him as he nearly growls, gripping my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other. After he cums with a groan I say, “Happy birthday, my love. Now what else would you like?” he pulls me to my feet and removes my top, then my very wet panties. He lifts me in his strong arms and whispers, “More of you,” before laying me on the bed and beginning the slow process of biting almost every inch of my body.