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You’re putting your shoes on and you hear him walking up the steps outside. Laced dark brown booties with a medium heel. You’ve worn them only once before, bought specifically to wear with his dress. It’s a deep blue color with a rusty orange bohemian print. The neckline is low, slightly exposing the curves of your breasts. A line of tiny buttons runs down the center to your waist, where the fabric flows out to a medium length. Long sheer sleeves make this a perfect outfit for a fun night out.
Sonny opens the door as the squeaky hinge announces his entrance. You look up to see his tall figure in the threshold, and you smile and say, “Hey you!” He turns to close the door behind him just as you stand up. He takes one look at you and says, “Wow, you look ssmmmokin,” and bites his lower lip. Strands of his medium length hair fall to his face, and he quickly brushes them away to keep a full view of you. You can tell by the look in his eyes, as they survey you from head to toe, that the thoughts racing through his mind are not pure.
Sonny leans against the kitchen counter, scrunching down as you walk towards him. He is anticipating your greeting and wants to be at the right height to accept your affection. He’s wearing dark jeans that are new, not his usual faded and worn pair. He has a turquoise-colored button shirt that brings out the deep color in his eyes, tucked into a leather belt at his long, lean pelvis. You reach him and place your hands on his firm chest and lean in to kiss his luscious lips. His hands gently touch your back as he pulls you close.
“Missed you,” you tell him softly as your lips touch. First with mouths open then slowly close. But you don’t pull away, you go for more. This time your tongues touch, just to get a long-awaited taste of each other.
“Missed you, too,” Sonny responds with half smile, then resumes the contact with your mouth. Your connection cannot be easily dismissed. You both pause for just a second to look into each other’s eyes. You know where this is going. You both inhale and exhale deeply in your exchange of tongues, saliva and lips. There is a familiar taste of a Heineken he had earlier. Sonny is equally familiar with the scent of your hair, and the curves of your back. His hands sliding down to your butt. You can’t help slipping two fingers into the waist of his jeans to touch the taught skin of his flat pelvis.
He’s taking you out tonight, to celebrate your birthday. But that can wait. Sonny lifts you to the counter. Your legs are parted while he moves in close. He slides his hands up your dress as you naturally wrap your legs around him. You can feel his cock grow hard in his jeans and you want it. His belt jingles as you being to unbuckle it. Sonny is as anxious as you are, slipping your panties off. But he stops, “I want to do you right,” he says with hot breath in your ear. He picks you up, holding your butt, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He carries you to your bed.
You both fall with a bounce on the mattress. His shirt is already off and his jeans undone. You lift up to your knees to pull off your dress. His eyes are locked on your breasts, perfectly nestled in a lacy bra. He reaches with both hands, then his face follows. Sonny makes “mmmm” sounds as he kisses them; your hands are in his long hair. He unhooks the bra and flings it away. His mouth is all over them. His beard on your skin and your nipples in his mouth have made you so wet for him you can barely contain yourself. You reach for his jeans, trying to take them off, his cock is bursting out, deep with color. He assists in pulling them off. “Don’t make me wait,” you command, feeling it is taking entirely too long to get his dick inside you.
You gently push his chest so he is on his back. You straddle him and lean in to indulge more of his mouth. Then with your tongue, trail down his chest, to his long lean torso, capturing his body hair along the way. You reach his naval and trace circles around it with your flat wet tongue. Then moving to the line of hair leading to his cock. You grab his sack with one hand and squeeze, while taking him in your mouth. Sonny’s moaning makes you hotter than you’ve ever been. But now he has become impatient, and wants control.
He places his hands on your shoulders, moving you to lay on your side. He is kissing your neck with gentle nipping. The feeling of his teeth excites your further. He pauses to look at you, “Love your red hair,” he whispers, “so sexy.”
He reaches to get his cock inside you, and you easily accept it. His arms are wrapped tightly around you as he pushes further in. His rhythm is slow and deep. Sonny is whispering Dutch words in your ear. You don’t really know what he is saying, but his lustful tone makes you wild.
“Do it!” you tell him. Encouraging more forceful thrusts, as your hands move from his firm obliques to his back. His rhythm quickens, sweat forms between your bodies as you become breathless. Sonny now has your butt in both hands, with all of his weight on you, your nails dug in his back. He releases with a deep sigh as your lips tingle, from either lack of oxygen or the orgasmic sensation bursting inside you.
You are feeling fulfilled, in a way that you expected, but also in a new way. Sonny rolls off as you both need to catch your breath. He is laying on his side, his face in your hair and a hand on your pelvis. He has claimed you has his.
“Happy Birthday, Babe.”