Michael's twenty-fifth Birthday

It's a day before Michaels' birthday but we're out celebrating it with his friends and family seeing how I refused to share him on the special day. I have big plans for tomorrow and whenever I think about them, Michael says I get a 'mischievous glint' in my eyes but when he sees what I've planned for tomorrow he'll understand.

He slips his hands in mine and bends low to whisper in my ear

"You have that look again."

"Well you see I'm thinking of all the ways I'm going have fun with you tonight." I give him a sly grin as he leans down to kiss me. I pull him in by his sports coat loosing myself in his kiss. The way his hands slide on my body arouses me so much that I consider clearing the table and have him right there.

"Ahem, princess your grandmother would like to speak with you." Lars says, bringing me back from planet Michael.

Giving Michael's hand a squeeze I cross the room to where Grandmeré is giving me a disapproving look.

"Really Amelia" she says as soon as I get to her "Do you want to fuel the papers again. Princess of Gen-ho-via?"

I shoot Grandmeré a look.

"This is a private party Grandmeré. There's no one in this room other than the immediate family."

"I don't trust these people. Really you should know better, at least wait until you're in private."

I give a huff a flounce back to Michael's side. How can she even say this, Michael and I never make out in public. She should give me some credit because Michael looks positively delicious so she should be glad that all we were doing was sharing a hot kiss.

I look at my watch, five minutes to twelve. I can't wait to get him back home. Birthday sex is the absolute best. I slip my palm in his and he gives it a squeeze looking down at me.

"All okay?"

I nod thinking of all that I've planned for tomorrow, the gifts, the special clothes I bought to wear at night… it's going to be fantastic.

I startle out of my thoughts as people start wishing him. It's twelve. I look up at him being hugged by his parents. When everyone is done I tug on his hands and pull him for a kiss

"Happy birthday baby." I whisper in his ears. My voice promising more than a birthday kiss.

We stay a bit longer and then slowly people start heading home. I'm glad, I finally have all of him for myself.

Its Friday the next day, I have the day off seeing how I'm on winter break but I still wake up early to make Michael breakfast in bed.

I'm holding a breakfast tray with all his favorite stuff. I'm also scantily clad in my matching lace bikini that leaves nothing to imagination and a silk shrug that barely comes down to my knees when he wakes up. He slowly looks at me as I examine his bare torso, aware that under the sheets he's completely naked. His lips tug up at the corners as he takes the breakfast tray from me, setting it on the bedside table and pulling me under the sheets again.

By the time we're done, Michael is late for work and the breakfast is stone cold.

It's six and Michael will be home any minute. I run around the room putting the last touches to the décor and check my make up in the mirror. The buzzer alerts me that he's home, I buzz him up and run around turning the lights off.

"Mia? Why's it dark in here?" he calls it

Show time. I call upon Rosagunde or whichever ancestor is listening hoping that I don't trip on my feet or make a fool out of myself and saunter out to meet him.

He looks at me his gaze roaming all over me and I see the desire pooling in his eyes. I'm wearing a dress shirt of his three buttons undone at the top and these tiny black shorts.

I go to him and pull him to me by his tie and kiss him. When we break apart I take him to the bedroom still pulling him by his tie and push him on a chair I set in the middle of the room.

"Holy shit." I don't know what he's referring to, my attire or the décor of scented candle though his eyes never leave me.

I give him a sly grin and turn the music on. I sway to the gentle music coming from the speakers my back turned to Michael, putting my hips in front of his sight and gently slide my hands over my body. I turn to him, his gaze meets mine which seemed to have difficulty looking up from my butt, and slowly start unbuttoning the shirt. Slowly. My hips still swaying to the music, and slowly exposing my lingerie I got just for today. He takes a gulp his eyes never leaving my hands. I grin. This is going much better than expected.

I walk closer to him, his eyes tracing my movement, and drop the shirt in front of him. I slip a finger under his chin and pull him for another deep kiss. He grabs my waist and pulls me but I slip from his grip and say

"No touching, not yet." And wink.

I walk around him my hands slipping under his shirt and kiss his neck from behind. I bite gently, not wanting to give him a hickey, but just for the fun of it. I pull out my hands from under his shirt and unbutton it, exposing his bare chest helping him shrug out of it. He moves to take off his tie but I stop him. I never knew I would find a tie on his bare chest so sexy.

I walk back in front of him and dance to the beat adding an extra sway to my hips and pushing out my chest. Always in contact with him, slipping away when he tries to hold me. I shimmy out of my shorts, slowly, making sure to push out my hips.

I turn and stand in front of him, letting his hungry gaze take in all of me.

My lacy bra and teeny panties that are barely there, garter belt and stockings and wearing these high heels. I admit it, I look pretty sexy and Michaels look confirms it.

"Holy shit."

He doesn't seem to be able to formulate any other words. I now climb on his laps and his arms snake around me encasing me and pull me in for a kiss. I feel the bulge in his pants and let my palm rub over it, my fingers making quick work of the button and the zip.

He stands, still carrying me my feet wrapped around his waist, and lay me down gently on the bed. I spread out on the bed, exposing all of me. No secrets. He seems to want to just stand and look so I get on my knees and pull him on me, pushing his pants off as he climbs over me.

He makes quick work of my bra and his mouth clamps on my breasts, sucking greedily, making me moan as my legs wrapped tightly around him. My nails rake his back as he bites my nipple.

He looks up at me, his fingers trailing a path downstairs. He pushes my panties aside, slipping two fingers inside.

"OH- OH HOLY SHIT!" I scream aloud.

He starts this maddening slow pace, teasing me.

"SHIT I need you Michael! Please!" I plead, just on the brink "faster!"

Thankfully he increases the pace pulling me over the brink, making moan in ecstasy. I open my eyes to find his brown ones looking in mine, grinning, proud with boyish delight. I pull him under me and straddle him.

I start kissing his chest, tracing a path downstairs. I slide off the bed and help him out of his pants and boxers. He springs free, and I take him in my hands starting a slow pace, pumping him down.

He lets out a groan as I take him in my mouth, as deep as I can go. I slowly let him out, letting my tongue trailing behind me. I take him in again, bobbing my head slowly onto his length. His hands slip in my hair, encouraging me to go faster. I feel him come close and release him. Instead I climb over him, straddling him, taking in his entire length, and start moving.

Finally having him inside me, releases a groan of pleasure and relief from both of us. I quicken my pace feeling myself close to the edge, right there with Michael.

Suddenly he turns us over, never breaking the contact, and start thrusting in deep. Each thrust hitting a spot in me that soon has me cumming on Michael. After three thrusts he follows suit. Both of us lying there, a tangle of sweaty bodies and sheets.

"Happy birthday baby." I say as I catch my breath.

"I wish it was my birthday everyday. Holy shit it was amazing."

"You know what's better? This." And I climb over him, taking him in my mouth again as and a feel him stir.

I grin. Time for round two.