The Best and Worst Birthday

Slowly turning in his hands, she leaned over and supported herself on the coffee table. She stuck her ass inches from his face and wiggled a little, eliciting moans from Reed. "Please?" she begged. "I can be as naughty as you like?" her voice was innocent, sending spurts of lust through Reed.

He growled, snaking his hands up her legs and under the hem of her dress. "I'm going to do so many things with this body of yours." Slowly he pushed up the dress to reveal her behind inch by inch. The sight of the black lace boy shorts she was wearing made him groan. To her delight, he gripped a cheek in each hand, manipulating the tender flesh of her cheeks as much as he could. He toyed with the lace her ass seemed to leak out of, the broadest smile he'd worn all night plastered across his face. "These are fucking hot, Dylan."

She purred back at him, "Thank you. I had bought them special, for tonight. I'm so glad I did now."

He enjoyed the view for as long as his nerves could take before asking her to stand and remove the dress. She did so with her back to him. Slipping down the dress revealed she hadn't been wearing a bra and she giggled at the gasp turned growl that Reed made upon making the discovery. Dylan was blessed in the breast department and Reed was enraptured. Running her hands along the pale skin, she gave each breast a squeeze letting the tender flesh leak out from between her fingers.

She kicked the heels she'd been wearing off and took the small step forward to return her place between Reed's knees. "What can I do for you, lover?" she purred.

Licking his lips at the sight of her, he commanded, "Sit."

Dylan was so tickled with the way Reed looked at her that it was difficult to fight back the giggles and squeals that wanted to jump out of her. She took his outstretched hands without a second of hesitation and straddled his lap. Once she was comfy, her chest inches from his face and his erection pleasantly squished by her panty clad pussy, he let his hands roam his new territory.

"I'm excited and I want to explore you, but if I do something you don't like, please tell me," he instructed, his hands running up and down the outside of her thighs. "I can get carried away sometimes and I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I'm going to."

Dylan had little doubts as to what she had gotten herself into. This man was gripping at her legs and ass, completely taken back at how beautiful she appeared to be to him, and he was going to show her a really good time. She was kind of amazed. Dylan had never been a selfish lover before and she always let the man take the lead, but she had never had a man press all the right buttons like Reed was. Every little groan and growl he made increased that itch she was feeling for him. Every time his hands squeezed at her she could feel her center increase in temperature. Much to her surprise, she was feeling a little impatient.

Reed on the other hand, had every intention to draw this out. He was memorizing every inch of Dylan, letting his fingers press against her to imprint the memory of her luscious curves in his mind. He couldn't help but chuckle as he noticed her need start to boil over. She began grinding against the bulge in his pants, lacing her hands around his neck to get him as close as possible. Of course, Reed accepted her invitation and let her smother him with those delicious breasts of hers.

"Here I was thinking I was the desperate one," he teased, nuzzling within her bosom. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even close, assisting in her gyrations and his own suffocation.

"Your mouth, Reed," Dylan pleaded. Her voice had already dropped into that needy, throaty range and the sound was music to his ears. She didn't take kindly to him just enjoying her sounds, though. She was getting desperate for more. She ground harder into him and tried to direct his head towards the nipples that longed for his attention.

Reed was very much enjoying the sight of her trying to push him around. He loved that she begged but felt the need to remind her that he was the one in charge here. For a while longer, he resisted the hands trying to guide him and he basked in the tenderness of her breasts against his cheeks. Just when her frustration peaked, his grip lowered back to her ass and he thrust her into him, her nipples dangling just outside him lips.

"Is this what you want, my pet?" His voice was a temptation in itself and those eyes looking up at her had melted the last bit of self-control she had.

"Yes, Reed please!" she begged him. This time she didn't force his hand and she stilled in his grasp, giving in to whatever his will may be.

He found her compliance irresistible and devoured her left nipple eagerly. The whole night had hinted at some unreal chemistry between the two of them, him having said and done all the right things, while she purred and prodded just to his liking. Even now, as he sucked and bit at her nipples he seemed to know all the things she liked without having to be told.

He teetered between each nub of flesh, taking in each of her lusty moans with wanton ears. Dylan kept her arms wrapped around him, gently grasping his head and running her fingers through his hair. She didn't dare do anything to stop him. The amount of pleasure he was putting her through was overwhelming. As if reading her mind, he bit down and playfully tugged the nub, looking like a puppy who'd found his new favorite chew toy. The action sent Dylan over the edge and though she'd had very little stimulation at her center, she came. Her breath hitched and she fell into his shoulder, gasping after the waves of pleasure had depleted.

"Impossible," he breathed running his hands down her back and kissing her shoulders. "You didn't just...did you?" The thought of making her cum without even touching her pleasure center was empowering to Reed. Every possessive bone in his body was on pins and needles waiting for her to gather enough strength to explain.

"Yes," she gasped, still tucked into the nook of his neck and shoulder. "I've never done that before. God, you're amazing!"

Reed's eyes widened and he pushed Dylan back up onto his lap. He kissed the swell of each of her breasts looking into those green eyes with the purest form of lust one could ever imagine. "Never?" he questioned.

She stood from his lap, now fully recovered from her orgasm, and once again fought back her squeals and giggles. Reed had the most devilish look plastered all over his face and she knew that he was intending on devouring her. "No other man has ever given me an orgasm from nipple play alone, and that's a true story." She toyed with her hands innocently, lacing her finger together just to tear them apart. Dylan could see the overwhelming surge of feelings nearly flood Reed. It was obvious how much he loved hearing that he had a special power over her. "You want to find out what other things you can make me do?"

In a flash, Reed was up and enveloping her in his arms. He paused just outside her lips, realizing they hadn't had a proper kiss yet. When they're lips did meet, he made sure that her knees went week. Her moans and hums against his mouth were all the music he'd ever needed to hear and he swallowed them with a renewed passion. Her lips were throbbing slightly and a deep shade of pink when he did eventually let go.

She met him with a smile, seeing that she'd fogged up his glasses. Her hands rose up to his face and began to slip them off his face. "I'm afraid we'll break them. How fuzzy will everything be for you?"

Again with the caring that Reed found to be so irresistible. He chuckled and gave her a quick kiss. "I might have to remain fairly close to you. I hope you won't mind."

"Not in the slightest," Dylan replied with a sexy grin. "Now take me to bed."

*****

Reed deftly removed his clothes as he watched Dylan climb up on his bed. Sure, she was out of focus, but he appreciated that she'd given some thought to her performance. She crawled the expense of the bed to rest his glasses on the opposing nightstand, wiggling her ass as she went. He almost couldn't believe it when she laid back on the bed, exposing her tender flesh to him. He had never guessed from her behavior in the club and through her texts that she was the brazen type, and the thought of her saving it for the bedroom pleased him immensely.

Now ridden of all the excess fabric, he crawled up beside her, kissing all the lovely curves he'd been dying to get a hold of. He propped himself up on his elbow beside her, nibbling her ear while his hand, stroked aimlessly around body. "How can I please my lady this evening?" he hummed into her neck and making her skin crawl with anticipation.

Dylan was struggling to regulate her breathing enough to speak. His calloused fingertips exploring every inch of skin she had to offer was making her itch with need. She gasped has he lowered his hand to the edge of her panties, playfully snapping the lace. "Just like this, Reed," she whimpered as she watched his hand venture under the hem of her panties. "I love it just like this."

He smiled in the curve of her shoulder and started stroking her pussy. His hand was a persistent, gentle force that was causing Dylan's breathing to hitch. Reed proved himself to be quiet skilled with his hands, manipulating her inner folds with his two middle fingers and grinding against her clit with the heel of his hand. Her hips rocked and her back arched. Every movement he made was eagerly met by one of her own.

Dylan stole a glance down to see his hand cupped around her pussy, surrounded in the lace of her panties. The sight was so obscene and erotic that she couldn't help but stare. Reed was drawing out every moan and groan she had to offer with pleasure that was flooding over her. He eased two fingers inside and her head flew back with a labored exhale.

The view from where Reed was sitting was pretty fucking hot as well. Laid out beside him, Dylan was flushed, noisily enjoying every little movement his hand made. Her body would twitch, which in turn made her breasts jiggle in the most wonderful way. He snickered as her head dropped back against the bed. The unique male pride that was swelling up inside of Reed was something he hadn't felt in a long time and he was relishing the power he seemed to have over this beauty beside him.

His fingers delved deeper and he found her g-spot. The contact made her shriek and thrash around on the bed. A few more strokes and she started shaking under his hand. Her hand flew down to stop the merciless stimulation before it was too much and he could only watch in bewilderment. Dylan was panting. Her whole being quivered and with ripples of tremors Reed had caused.

Reed had been with ladies that shook a little before, but Dylan was something else. His eyes had gone wide in amazement, loving every twitch that ran through those fatigued muscles of hers. She was so beautiful in that moment, lying beside him helpless under his touch.

"That was amazing," he was shaking his head, awestruck by the pure ecstasy he'd just watched her go through. "Can you do that again?"

Dylan fought her way back, each breath helping her regain some semblance of reality. Reed watched as her lips split in a sultry smile. She reached for his cock and stroked him as tenderly as she could manage. "I think I might need a little something extra for round two." A girlish giggle escaped her lips as his cock twitched in her hands. "Well, it's not a little something at all, is it?"

By this time, Reed was pretty much a lust fueled wreck. He'd held out long enough to see her through two orgasms and by all accounts, everything he'd seen had told him she would satisfy him completely. Her skin was so soft and he knew that pretty little pussy of hers would be no exception. Her hips moved so deliciously that he knew she would grind against him, pushing him farther into her depths. Plain and simple, Reed wanted her.

After frantically ripping her panties off, he rolled over her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He ran his hands from her knees to her hips and back again, all the while applying a sinful pressure. Dylan was beside herself, eyes closed and head lolled back, as his touch fanned the flames threatening to take her alive. She could feel his cock rubbing along the length of her slit. She could feel its heat searing her and she could do nothing but hum appreciatively.

Reed tore his eyes from her center and took in the sight of her face. She was flush with the sweetest smile he'd ever seen playing at her lips. He watched as her nostrils flared slightly while she concentrated on the feelings he was stirring inside of her. She was the picture of everything beautiful.

Without warning, he dove in. He opted for force instead of speed and that first stroke within her pressed all the way in. Dylan's back arched off the bed instinctively and she grabbed Reed's forearms to anchor herself down. Her chest began to heave with each slow, forceful stroke Reed dealt.

"Oh my god," Dylan whimpered, wiggling beneath him. "You feel fantastic!"

"Ditto, sweetheart," Reed panted back at her. The effort it took to control himself was not a small one. Dylan had been neglected long enough for her muscles to be in dire need of relaxing. Reed was lost in the feeling of her tight sheath clutching at him. The occasional throb would course through her and usher a fresh groan from him.

He kept his pace even for a while, waiting to feel her adjust to him. The moment he felt as though he would no longer hurt her, he rolled Dylan over and lifted her hips. She caught on quickly and knelt before him, face to the pillows and ass in the air. He plummeted back into her warmth and began kneading the cheeks of her ass with renewed passion.

"Go ahead, babe. I know you want to," Dylan purred beneath him, turning her head towards him to flash a sultry smile. It only took him a second to comply to her suggestion. His hand smacked and she squealed, immediately lifting her ass back up for another lashing.

"Fuck, yes," Reed growled taking in her reddening ass. He pumped into her harder while delivering smacks on both of her cheeks. Each churn of her hips, each little cry she released, had Reed moaning like a fool, desperate to make her do it again. He could feel his own orgasm nearing and could do little to postpone his finale.

Dylan sensed his urgency and though she'd send him over the edge with a bang. "You like my sweet little pussy?" she asked, eliciting another groan from Reed. "What about that ass, baby? Am I going to have your handprints all over me for days?"

"Fuck, yes," Reed chanted back at her. He could see the beginnings of white hot welts forming on her ass, but she never hinted at it being too much. He loved how she could take it as well as encourage it.

"Are you going to fill me up, baby? Are you going to split me open and fill me up with that cream of yours?" Dylan was panting. Her own dirty talk combined with Reed's sweet torture was having a terrific effect on her. She could feel that flood of hormones sitting on the brink, waiting to plummet over her edge and take her into spectacular pleasure.

This time Reed shouted. "Fuck, yes!" The spanking paused while he gripped her hips and thrust into her, all care lost. That pure, primitive male pride was taking over him again. He was going to claim this woman. He started lifting her up off the bed with the force of his strokes.

"Fucking do it, Reed!" She moaned, seizing beneath him in her own release. She tipped over the edge and began shaking underneath him.

Reed felt her tremors and the clamping of her internal muscles, and it was the final push he need. He found his release, falling against her form as he filled her. He wrapped an arm around Dylan's waist and toppled them over, helping to keep her beside him as they fell back on to the bed. Both of them lay panting, glistening with sweat, smiling like fools as they rode out the final spurts from their orgasms. They both stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like forever before Dylan started laughing.

"Why are you so happy?" Reed asked, chuckling along with her.

She curled up into him, resting her arm along his chest and lacing one of her legs between his. "All in all," she snickered into his chest. "Probably the best and worst birthday I've ever had. Thank you for being the best part." She kissed his chest before nuzzling into his side, surrendering to sleep.

"Well I didn't get you a gift, so this was the least I could do." Reed sounded playfully serious, ushering a fresh fit of giggles from Dylan. He lay there holding her until her laughter subsided and she fell asleep. Until his own slumber came over him, he thought about how lucky he had turned out to be and if he could somehow convince this beauty beside him to stay longer than the night.

*****

For the second day in a row, Reed woke up to the sound of the phone vibrating on the night stand. He turned to find it and realized he was hearing the sound coming from the living room. Struggling to remember all the details from the night before, Reed sat up in the bed and looked around his empty room. He sighed, figuring his luck had run out and he must've left his phone somewhere outside his bedroom.

He put his glasses back on and laid back against the headboard, ignoring the buzzing until it stopped completely. Reed was facing his disappointment, looking down at the crumpled sheets where Dylan had been just hours ago. He didn't want to think that she left easily. He didn't want to think that she left period. The padding of footsteps coming down the hall tore all negative thoughts from his mind. His eyes focused on the doorway to his room.

Dylan came through the doorway holding her phone, smiling when she found Reed awake. She didn't bother with clothing seeing as her intentions were to jump back into bed anyhow, and the sight of her naked, hair a mess from their athletic romp, made Reed ridiculously happy. She looked perfect in his eyes and she crawled back into bed and cuddled up next to him.

"Sorry I woke you," she whispered. She kissed him lightly and returned her attention to the phone in her hands.

"Don't be, I got to see you naked again." He smiled and kissed her back. Happily, Reed wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in as close as he could. Sinking back down into the bed with her, he tucked the blankets up around her form to keep her safe and warm next to him. "What's up?" he nodded, looking at her furled brow and the phone.

"It's Brian. He's called three times since nine this morning. I never noticed until now." Her voice was even, not giving any hints to the suddenly very nervous Reed. She laughed as she felt him tense up beside her. Dylan dropped the phone on the bed beside her and nuzzled within his arms. "Don't worry, honey. I regret nothing. This is exactly where I want to be."

Reed breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I don't think I could give you up now and I definitely couldn't share."

Dylan smiled as they continued to kiss and cuddle while the morning eased into the afternoon. The buzzing of her phone once again interrupted the two lovebirds, and this time Reed took matters into his own hands.

"Hello?" he asked, looking down at Dylan. She fought to quiet her giggles, thinking about how confused her ex would be hearing another man's voice come through the phone.

"Who is this? Where is Dylan?" Brain questioned frantically, the rage in his tone already identifiable.

Reed smirked. "She's right here, she's just a little too tired to talk. I can help you, though. Whatcha need, bro?"

Brain was huffing and puffing into the phone. "What I need is to talk to my girlfriend."

"About that," Reed leaned over and kissed Dylan's forehead, seeing the approval of his scheme laced in her smile. "To my understanding, you dumped her and on her birthday of all days. Made you look like a huge asshole, if I'm honest."