The Birthday Present_(2)

“Happy Birthday”

She was very pleasantly surprised that he’d remembered. They’d only been seeing each other for a few months. This was a good sign, she decided.

He handed her a long thin case covered in black velvet, a foot or maybe in length and three or four inches wide. She had no idea what the gift might be. She thought she had dropped sufficient hints about her favourite jewellery designer over the last few weeks, such as lingering at the shop window and leaving the webpage open on the laptop,  but this box was way too big for any of the delicate pieces she had been hoping for. So she opened the box slowly, anxiously.

“Oh”. She could not hide her disappointment.

Laying in the box was a very long, and very plain string of pearls. She had no idea if they were real. Nor did she care. She hated pearls. She had never worn any or expressed any interest in doing so. So why on earth would he buy her these?

He must have seen the puzzled slightly annoyed look in her eyes. “Don’t worry, I haven’t gone mad. Trust me, you’ll like them”

She had trusted him on several occasions in the past and, sure enough, it had always been hugely enjoyable. She just couldn’t see where he was going with this bloody awful necklace though.

He took the box from her hands and lay it on the bed next to them. Kissing her deep on the mouth he gently urged her backwards,  until they were lying side by side. He was such a good kisser that she all but forgot the unwanted gift, particularly when she felt his hands pushing up under her skirt, stroking her thighs.

His mouth moved to her neck, the spot he new sent shivers through her body,  and started to kiss and gently bite her there. At the same time he had pushed her skirt up around her waist and one hand was slipping down the front of her black lace panties, two fingers sliding easily inside her wet sex.

He shifted on the bed and in a moment his face was between her legs as he gently but firmly pushed her thighs apart.