Richard

The morning of my birthday, I awoke staring at the beautiful leggy blonde that was sharing my bed. My angel, my Florence Nightingale.

A month ago if someone had told me I would be proposing to the love of my life on my thirtieth birthday, I would have told them they needed professional medical attention.

I told her all I wanted for my birthday was to spend the morning in bed making love to her.

I wanted her to be able to enjoy the Champagne at the party. I never strayed from my rules. If the woman in my bed was not with me, body, soul and mind, I would not take her.

I promised her that night I would never hurt her again, and tonight I was going to promise her forever.

I wanted to wake her. I was impatient, my cock was impatient. She lay naked beside me, covered only with the light cotton sheet.

I glided my hand down her back and stopped at the base of her spine, in the small divot just above the curves of her ass. It was her sensitive erogenous spot. I heard her moan as I gently applied pressure and circled it with the pad of my thumb.

Her skin was soft beyond description and was the sweetest thing my tongue had ever feast upon.

Today was going to be last time I ever had to wonder whether I would wake up one morning to find her gone.

She promised me a month. The most glorious month of my life. Tonight I was going to seal the deal and promise her the rest of my life.

She turned and faced me. “Richard, baby, again?” She blushed and slapped my roaming hands. “Didn’t we just finish?”

“Come here, baby,” I reached for her and pulled her on top of me. “You told me I don't play fair, or was it I play dirty?

It’s my birthday, how dirty can I get?” My hands were moving quickly down her body and grabbed the soft globes of her ass.

“If we get any dirtier, we could make our own porn.” She rolled off me and slid to the other side of the bed.

I reached for her but she was too quick.

She opened the drawer of her nightstand. She slid back to my side of the bed and handed me her book.

“For your birthday, you can pick any page you want. So the questions is, how dirty do you want to get?”

I stared down at the Kama Sutra and smiled my most wickedest grin. “Any page?”

“Yes, baby, any page, but first, I need to use the bathroom.” She kissed me and I watched her walked seductively into the bathroom.

She returned moment later with a bag.

I raised an inquisitive eyebrows.

She tossed the bag at me.

“Some of the pages require toys, so Leona told me about the shop behind the video store. Have you ever been in that place?” Her voice was excitable and her eyes were wide.

“Can’t say that I ever have,” I chuckled, “and I can't believe you did.” I was amazed that she would do this for me. I had never given her any indication that I required anything but her in my bed.

I threw the bag and the book on the floor.

“Come here, baby. I appreciate what you are trying to do, but all I need for my birthday is you, only you.” I pulled her onto the bed and pinned her body under mine. “I only ever want it to be you. If you want this stuff, say the word, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I want you, only you,” was all she had time to get out before I claimed her mouth like I had never kissed her before. She wanted to please me.

All she needed to do to please me was say yes tonight.

We spend the morning in bed. I fucked her every which way I could think of and I didn't need no damn book.

God, she was insatiable and I was wavering. How many orgasms had I given her? One would think it was her birthday.

I marvelled in how bright her eyes shone and fluttered when she came. How flushed her creamy skin became. How quietly surreal she could be, and how agreeable she became.

Her orgasms were my birthday present to myself.

When she was done milking me dry, I hovered above her a moment longer, enjoying her beautiful blue eyes.

“I want to just hold you while we take a nap, is that okay, baby?”

“It’s your birthday, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you can have.”

We curled into each other and slept the afternoon away.

I paced, impatiently waiting for her to come down the stair. She didn't want me to see the dress she picked out until tonight.

I had bought her a sapphire heart-shaped pendant on a silver chair with matching earrings. I hoped it would match her dress. I asked her to find something that spoke to her and now I couldn't wait to see it.

I turned to find her descending the stairs in a gorgeous blue dress, the same blue as her eyes. It was sophisticated, sexy and fit her curves perfectly without being overtly risqué. It landed just above her knees and flared at the bottom, accentuating her long luscious legs.

Legs I was jealous for anyone else to lay eyes on. Those leggy lean abstractions should be for my eyes only.

I knew I was feeling possessive and unreasonable, I didn't care. I wanted to rip the dress from her body, take her upstairs and fuck her again.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and did a little twirl so I could see all angles. “Do you like it?”

I ran my hands down the front, letting the fabric slide between my fingers. “I love it, baby. You did a good job.” Then I slid my hands into my pocket and pulled out the necklace.

“I bought you this because it matches your eyes. I guess we were thinking the same thing.” I gestured her to turn around so I could put it around her neck. Then I reached into my other pocket and pulled out the matching earrings.

“May I?” I asked, waiting for her response with eyes glistening as she nodded.

“Richard, they’re too much.”

“Don’t you like them?” I already knew my answer from the look on her face in the mirror as she glanced at herself. She spun and kissed me with a passion that had me wondering why I was not carrying her up the stairs to our bed at that moment.

It took me a second to come to my senses. The birthday party, the launch, that was why.

“Fuck baby, if we don't leave right now, we’re not going to make it out of the house.”

I locked my arm in hers and led her out of the house.

We arrived at the venue for the planned cocktail hour for family only to celebrate mine and Evonne’s birthday before the party crowd arrived.

I noticed Mackenzie enjoying the hors d'oeuvres and remembered we had not eaten much today, with the exception of some fruit and coffee we enjoyed in bed.

I walked up behind her and slid my arms around her waist. "Make sure you drink plenty of water in between drinks, and get a little more food into you. I don’t want you drinking on an empty stomach.”

“Worried I will get a headache in the morning, or worried you won't be able to rip my dress off when we get home?”

“Both.” I kissed her on the cheek and brought my hands to her breasts and fondled her. She laid her head back and melted into me.

“Richard,” she purred, “we’re in public.”

‘I know, but everyone is looking the other way and I am blocking you from view.” I leaned in and nibbled on her ears. “The only way anyone is going to know how aroused you are right now depends on how much noise you make.”

I was enthralled at the feel of the fabric between my fingers. I almost did not hear Aleksander calling my name. I removed my hands from Mackenzie’s breasts and slid my hands up and down her arms, bringing her back from her arousal.

“It’s showtime,” I whispered in her ear. “Remember my instructions, work the room, smile, and if you lose me, I’ll come find you. I don’t want anyone but me keeping you entertained tonight.” I kissed her cheek, laced my hands in hers and began greeting the guests.

I rubbed my thumb over her ring finger. Soon, I thought to myself, soon, that finger would never be bare again.

Was I doing the right thing proposing in public like I planned? Maybe I should wait until we got home. Maybe I should have done it before we left.

It was too late to second guess my decision now.

If I did it right after the launch, in front of everyone, she couldn't say no.

She would be pissed with me for it at first, let me have it when we got home.

But she wouldn't say no.