Birthday Sex

After pumping into her for a while, he pressed in deeply and leaned down to kiss her, her big butt pillowing up against him. Sam turned her head to meet his lips feverishly, bowing her back to improve his access to both ends of her body. She groaned again, now into his mouth, their tongues entwining desperately. He reached for a breast, hanging loose over the top of her dress, and fingered the little nub of her nipple, still stolid and firm, all the while gyrating into her with slow, short strokes.

The sloppy kiss ended and he rose back up, moving his hands to her hips, pulling her ass back against him hard and watching it shake.

"Oh god," he sighed to himself, leaning back even more and spreading her cheeks with his hands, just enough to admire the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slickness. The skin of her crack was several shades darker than the rest of her ass, a dark transgressive valley that mesmerized him. It felt amazing pumping in and out of her, her inner muscles pulsing and contracting on his dick, her bulbous ass in full view, intimate details of her body revealed to him. It was too much.

"I'm gonna cum..." he groaned.

"Come for me baby," Sam cast back, granting permission in an almost commanding voice.

He grasped at the pliant flesh of her hips and pressed in as deeply as he could. The raging sensation of orgasm surged through him and he fell over her, draping her back and spilling into her. He could feel the hot cum spurt out and around his dick; her inner muscles hugged him tightly, milking it. He called out her name. It was like blowing out the birthday candles and knowing it was the best birthday cake you'd ever eat.

When it was over, he laid draped over her a second, loving the comfort of his flaccid penis lingering within her. He kissed her once tenderly on her bare upper back before pulling out with a sigh. Together they fell tangled on the couch.

Sam looked over him. He was spent. "Happy birthday," she grinned.

"Best birthday ever," Tony declared between breaths. "I love you."

Sam didn't hesitate to reply: "I love you too."

They lay there, in one another's arms, in exhausted afterglow. Together they talked, catching up on their activities while they were apart - and reaffirming how lonely each of them had been without the other. Then they held each other, smiling, enjoying the feel of their naked parts, wet and sticky from sex, rub against one another.

After a few minutes of silent cuddling, Sam headed towards the bathroom to clean herself - Tony's cum had started leaking down her thigh. As she did, Tony's eyes trailed after her bare behind, each cheek shaking and creasing against her thighs with every step. He noticed the black high heels and black panties laying on the floor.

He sat back against the couch and groaned to himself. Happy birthday indeed.