The Birthday Gift

“What would you like for your birthday this year, Sweetheart?” he asked.

“I already have everything I need,” she answered him sweetly.

He smiled, his hands reaching for her soft cheeks, gently turning her face directly into his.  “Hon – that wasn’t my question… and you know it!”  And he barely got that out before nearly drowning yet again in her pretty blue eyes.

“I—I have you,” she said softly.  “That’s all – all I—”

He stopped her words with a kiss.  He adored her sweetness, and it was only times like these where it gave him some amount of exasperation… but only momentarily.  Had her words been contrived or said for show, it would have been different, but knowing they came from the heart made her all the more endearing to him.  “Now Hon…” he persisted, “maybe I could make you supper or –”

“Or maybe not!” she laughed.  Oh yeah.  She remembered what happened the previous time, and there was still an ugly stain on her pristine countertop to prove it.  She’d always been good in the kitchen, but that stain had defeated even her.  He’d felt bad about it, too, but she cheered him up by saying it helped her think of him whenever she looked at it.

He chuckled against her cheek.  “Okay then – if you don’t want me to repeat that fiasco, you’re going to have to give me some ideas here!”

She thought for a moment.  “Maybe just a day to be lazy in a lawn chair by the pond.”  It didn’t seem right to him that her requests never seemed to require effort or cost.  If anything, they were always something that were giving in return.

“Just by yourself?”

“Oh, maybe Marie could come along.  And a book.  I’ve got tons of books I haven’t gotten to yet, things are so busy around here.”

“But Hon,” he protested.  “You could do this any day every day you chose.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly.  “So could you.  Maybe…”  Her brow furrowed in thought.  “Maybe you could bring us tea at regular intervals.”

“And crumpets?” he asked teasingly.

“No crumpets,” she smiled.  “Maybe sun tan lotion.  You wouldn’t want us to get all burned up in the sun now, would you?”

“No, I suppose not,” he chuckled.

Okay then.  It was a plan.  He notified his bubbly cousin, and they made arrangements for the day.  Marie thought she’d invite several of her girlfriends along, Julie, Kate, Melissa, and maybe a few others.  She’d take care of the ‘girly’ invites, if he took care of the nasty job of cleaning up the pond.  It took a day away from the farm office to get it done, but eventually the grass was nice and manicured around the pond.  Aqua-shade was put into the pond to knock down the weeds, and the surrounding trees were trimmed.  He was sweating like a horse in the hot afternoon.  Maybe her request didn’t come without a ‘cost’ after all!  For good measure he repaired the small boat dock, which needed a little TLC, though the boat they’d been using had long since headed for Davy Jones locker.  Nobody knew how it had sunk, but it hadn’t since been retrieved to the surface.  Borrowing Stan’s pickup truck, he loaded up Marie’s patio set and got it set up down at the pond along with a number of lawn chairs.  Hopefully it would suffice for the ladies.  Being only a hundred yards from the farm office, he hoped to be close enough to keep their tea cups full.  But no crumpets.  He wouldn’t be allowed to foul their stomachs with his horrible culinary aptitude.

She was definitely looking forward to it, having felt bad for how he looked after the long day of getting the pond in shape.  He’d insisted that she stay away while he was working, so it would be a better surprise.  He loved it when she was excited about something.  She was practically giddy when she climbed into bed beside him the night before.

“Thanks so much, Hon!” she smiled.  Her smile always warmed him to his toes, as did the intensity of her kiss.  Her hand ran playfully over his chest and down over his flat stomach… and then lower.  She looked at him mischievously.  “Is he ever… ‘not’ this way?” she inquired.

“Not when you’re around,” he remarked.

“Well then… maybe the day wasn’t all that much hard work after all,” she teased.

“It’s getting hard now,” he quipped.  Reaching for her, he gently lifted her and seated her over his waist.  The instant skin-on-skin contact evoked sighs from both.  He’d positioned her perfectly, as he felt her soft feminine folds come around his hard length, even as she felt his magnificent penis press against her desire.

He felt her hands on his chest, and looked into her eyes.  She sat up, looking down at him, cupping her breasts in her hands, softly rubbing them.  Leaning forward, she offered herself to him, surrounding his face in the soft warmth of her breasts.  She knew he loved that, and felt an instant reaction below, practically feeling his pulse next to her.

“Come in, Honey,” she whispered softly.  “I-I’m ready…”  And she was.  They both shifted their bodies slightly in their practiced way, and he felt himself enveloped in her heavenly sweetness, the sweetest embrace a man could ever know on this side of the grave.  He felt her smooth legs against his, and the gentle squeeze she made with her thighs against his hips.  She rose softly, until her breasts barely touched his chest… just enough contact to tantalize both of their senses.

“Lisa,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes, “I love you so much, I – I don’t know what to say!”

She answered him by slowly rising and then falling on his manhood, sighing passionately with being impaled by her man.  She loved doing this with him, and loved the feel of his body inside hers, and the connection it gave them.  He felt simply magnificent, she felt full of him, safe, and complete.  His hands fluttered about her back and waist.  She felt them tenderly caress each breast, and then play about her bum.

Throwing the covers off, she leaned back on him.  He felt her soft hands come to rest near his ankles.  She looked down at him, trying to smile even around the pleasure she felt with him as he rubbed her g-spot.  He found it hard to smile, too, being interested primarily in lasting long enough for her.  She felt too good!  They both looked down at their bodies.  He found no loveliness in his own body, though he knew she admired him, but found plenty of beauty in hers.  His penis gleamed in the dim light as she continued rising and falling on him, his manhood disappearing into her beautiful body as if they were truly indeed ‘one flesh.’

And then it happened, and it seemed all he could do to hold onto her.  She moaned as the pleasure-filled contractions pulsated through her slender frame.  The look of absolute pleasure-filled abandonment in her flushed face was thrilling for him to see.  She finally stopped her thrusting, as if to catch up on her breathing, her labored breaths coming in great gasps amongst her sweet moans.  And when she seemed to come down from her plateau, she leaned forward onto him, her glorious brown hair falling around them both, each tendril’s caress drawing chills from his skin.  His mouth found her breasts, loving her erect nipples with his tongue.  His warm breath on her breasts, and moist, gentle tongue brought her to the edge again.  Their eyes met, and her heart melted again.  She saw love, contentment, and undeniable attraction for her in his handsome face.  He’d always said that he ‘drowned’ in her eyes.  It seemed a little different with him.  All she knew was that no other man ever looked at her the way he did, that was so able to touch the doorpost of her heart.  She cried again, moving up and down on him again, until even greater waves of pleasure contorted her features and racked through her body.  Her warm breath was erratic on his cheeks as she rested her head on his shoulder.

If he happened to notice the real tears that came this time, he didn’t say it.  His arms felt warm as they held her next to him as his fingers tenderly rubbed her smooth back.  He held her to him for a very long time as her passion slowly unwound.  “You – are – an – amazing – lover,” she said with intensity.  “There’s not a woman alive that wouldn’t give a lot to have this… and you’re all mine!”

The compliment felt so good he smiled in spite of himself.  He was honest enough to know it couldn’t possibly be true, but it felt so good to hear her say it anyway.  “Aw, Hon,” he grinned.  “I—”

“Don’t say it,” she whispered.  She knew he’d try to make some modest comment, so she gave him a dose of his own medicine.  He’d so often stopped her from saying something by kissing her, so she paid him back by filling his face with her breasts to quiet him, so as to distract away all his nonsensical attempts at modesty.  She’d meant what she said, and she wasn’t going to let him try to change what was in her heart!

He suckled at her breast as a child in need.  And he truly did need her!  There was something comforting in being able to run his tongue over her nipples, tenderly suckling and loving her, all the while bathed and surrounded by her sweet fragrance, and the soft press of her lovely breasts.  They were perfect to him, and he’d long grown accustomed to the many heads of men that practically broke off, they turned so hard when she entered the room.  The many times he’d found refuge and love here with her were beyond counting.  It was something that built him up as a man, and helped him go forward with her encouragement.  An amazing lover?  Who was she kidding – SHE was the amazing lover!  And his best friend on top of it.  He grinned at the thought.  Yes indeed, right now his best friend was ‘on top.’

She sat up again so she could see his face, loving to watch the intensity of his eyes as he kissed and sucked at her breasts.  His hands were at her waist, rubbing over her smooth tummy, and she sighed at each pleasant stroke.  His hands softly tripped through her tiny strip of pubic hair she had meticulously trimmed just for him.  Just seeing the wonderment in his eyes, and the pleasure of knowing she did this for him, made the effort worth it all.  She brought his hands to her breasts, and rested on them, looking down into his eyes.  Flushing with passion, she thrust on him with abandon, meeting his harried upthrusts into her.  It wasn’t every day he was able to hold back so long while she enjoyed herself twice, but by George, he was coming with her this time, she’d see to that!

They tried to keep their eyes open, but it always was hard right at the moment.  Millions of lights exploded once more in her brain, and she tossed her head back, her hair fluttering all over her breasts and his hands.  Her cries were incoherent, uninhibited, and simply magnificent.  It was music to his ears, her body sweet poetry.  His heart nearly pounding out of his chest, white heat radiated through his loins, spreading through his entire body, as his own cries joined hers.  With one last upthrust, he lifted her from the bed impaled on him, as every ounce of his love for her spurted into her creamy depths.

It was a long time before their mutual panting and gasping for air subsided.  She rested on him, her loveliness draped across him as a sweet blanket he was loathe to ever remove.  Eventually he tenderly slipped her from him, laying her beside him where he held her in his embrace.

“Thank you, Hon,” he whispered softly, his hand again finding a breast.  “It—it keeps getting better!”

“I-I know, Sweety,” she replied.  “Th-thank you for loving me!”

One day this woman’s love would practically kill him for her kindness, her generosity, her… whatever it was that made her so special and irresistible that was impossible to describe.  How could help but love her?!  Exhaling with a contented sigh, his arms reached around her, hugging her to himself as possessively as a child with a favored toy.  For not the first time, he knew he was the luckiest man alive.  Sleep came, and morning would find them in the same pose.