Finally, it’s the ninth and I am more and more anxious for my plans with the twins. First Henry and I conspired to take them to a lovely dinner, just the four of us. Then we thought why not surprise them after dinner, we would go to the bar where the Rooks would all be. Games and drink would stretch into the evening and then I would let Jacob know he had one last gift waiting for him. With a devilish smirk he pulls my body flush to his.
“Where is this gift then?” I press a chaste kiss to his lips, my fingers dancing along his jaw as I lean in to whisper in his ear.
“Here but it’s best given in private.” His teeth graze my neck before he turns and faces his friends and comrades.
“Thank you for the well wishes, but the Misses and I are a bit knackered. We’ll be seeing you.” Cheers and catcalls are replied back as Jacob wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me out the door with him. Once in the car his hands are all over me, not that mine are idle as we make out along the way. Arriving at my place we get in as fast as possible and I can see he’s biting at the bit to get to me.
“You sit here and relax for a minute, I’ll be back with your present.” He grins as he leans back on the sofa, arms across the back as his legs fall open.
“I thought you had my gift?” I look back at him and wink before disappearing into the bedroom. I quickly shed my clothes and put on music, walking back out to him in a new lingerie set. I watch as he bits his lip, his eyes taking in all my curves in the darkness. I take my time and light a few candles while he watches, teasing him as I go. When I’m done I turn to see he’s undone his shirt and trousers, his hard cock standing at attention as he leans back again. Now it’s time for me to take him, his lean exposed torso, the ink peeking out, his chest hair that leads it way down his toned abs and finally to his thick erection. I can feel the wetness already floating my thighs as I swallow hard at the sight of him.
“So, when will I get my present, love?” His voice snaps me out of my trance and I walk over and straddle his thighs, trying to maintain some sort of control, but his hands on my hips and his mouth against mine make my attempts futile and I give in and let him fuck me mercilessly over and over again, until we had thoroughly celebrated on his birthday and the next morning.
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