Esha let herself into the dark house, "Home sweet home, I swear there should be a law against working on your birthday."
"I agree."
She jumped two feet in the air, "Damn, Nick! You trying to kill me? Where are you?"
"Turn around." She did. Nick was sitting on the stairs. One leg stretched out, one foot on the stair below his butt. Leaning on one elbow, the other arm resting down his thigh. Naked. Perfectly, beautifully naked.
She swallowed hard, "You’re naked."
"Na, it’s my birthday suit."
"I think I’m the one who is supposed to be in the birthday suit."
"Oh well, I screwed up. That means one of us is wearing too many clothes. And it can’t be me. Come here."
She walked to him and he deftly undid the buttons on her shirt, kissing her skin as each button revealed her flesh. His soft tongue dipped and swirled in her belly button as he pushed her skirt to the floor. His hands grasped her butt and pulled her close. He placed a small kiss on her panties before pulling her over to join his mouth with hers. As his tongue wrestled with hers he removed the last bits of her clothes. Only then did Esha touch him. She dropped to her knees between his legs and ran her hands up his thighs, his stomach, and gently brushed his nipples. He groaned and hugged her naked body against him. Sharing in each other’s warmth.
Esha noticed something on the stairs. It looked like a . . . no, it couldn’t be . . but it was. "Baby, why is there a pastry bag beside you?"
Nick’s mouth turned up into that half smile that sent chills through her, "To ice my birthday cupcake, Cupcake." He eased her over onto her butt on the stairs. Now he was between her legs. "Lisa, taught me how to make stars." He left the first icing star on her right nipple. The next on the left. Then various sizes and in various locations. His mouth covered her nipple, taking in as much of her as he could. He sucked as he pulled away. A pop was heard as her now clean nipple left his mouth.
"Oh god, Nick."
"Remember that phrase, you’ll be needing it a lot."
He used the tip of his tongue to smear the icing around her other nipple before slowly licking tiny bits from her. "Oh god, Nick." The feeling was amazing. The teasing licks made her arch her back to get closer to the warmth of his mouth.
"Ooops, forgot the most important part." Nick squeezed a line of icing up on thigh, then smiled at her as he placed a glob between her legs.
"That’s cold."
He moved and pressed her thighs together. She let out a hiss at the cold and the squish. "It’ll warm up. I’ve been there before, it’s very warm there."
He removed the last of the icing stars before spreading her legs again, "What a mess! Guess I need to get to work." He started at her knee and in one long torturously slow stroke of his tongue the icing was gone. He again began at her knee and licked vertically on her thigh. Esha kept repeating the same phrase. She had relaxed into the stairs and could hear her own breathing escalating, her heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his fingers part her, "This is gonna be good." He did every thing he could to drive her mad with desire. His tongue moved all over her. Barely touching her clit. He sat back and wiped his hand across his mouth with a smile, then his face fell, "Oh no, I missed a spot." He dove into her again. Solely focusing on her clit. Vibrating against it, tasting, tantalizing. "Boy the icing won’t come of here. This may take awhile." His hands held her butt, holding her too him. Holding her still. His sweet treat grabbed his head and screamed out his name as her orgasm caused spasm after delightful spasm.
Nick smiled at a job well done. He kissed back up her body and his cock slid inside her, "Oh god, so good, so tight." He ground himself deep inside her before beginning his movements. His strokes were long and deep. Almost leaving her before filling her again. They moaned together as their hands couldn’t find where they wanted to touch most.
"Nick, please, harder, faster."
"Your birthday, whatever you want." He picked up the pace and slammed himself into her. He grunted with his effort. Loving every stroke inside her silky walls. "Esha, baby, I’m . . . ahhh." His body relaxed into hers and he melted into her mouth. His blue eyes smiled, "I love my cupcake."