Page 79 of Waiting for Acceptance
“I’m here until you say move.” I smile and go inside, locking the door behind me…just in case. I run around trying to set everything up as quickly as possible, not wanting to leave the birthday boy feeling like a package for too long. I re-start the James Brown record that was playing last, then run over to the door, checking what his view will be when he comes in. I let out a satisfied breath, happy with my work. Before I open the door, I remember to pull out my phone and take a few pictures of everything.
“Close your eyes,” I say through the door. He doesn’t say anything in return. “Are they closed?”
“Yes, Trouble. They’re closed.” I bite my lip and open the door, grabbing his hand as I guide him through the doorway.
“Okay, slowly follow me. Keep your eyes closed.” When he’s finally far enough inside for me to close the door, I move to stand beside him, still holding his hand. “Okay. Open them.” I keep my eyes on him as he opens his, blinking a few times to help his vision adjust and I see his throat work as he swallows. He stays quiet, which only makes me more anxious, as he looks at everything I’ve done.
“You did all of this for me?”
I look at my work again, smiling. “Well, yeah.”
There are colored balloons weighted down on either side of his kitchen island, with big, gold, numbers three and five in the middle of them. A handmade banner that saysHappy Birthday, Fitzsits on an easel beneath them. Two of my favorite bottles of wine, two glasses, and two large pizzas, from the same place he took me on our first night in New York, off to the side. I even have an ice cream cake in the freezer and candles in the cabinet to sing “Happy Birthday”to him later. When I look at him againhis bright blue eyes, which are practically glistening, are already on me, and I smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Fitz look so…vulnerable.
“Happy birthday, Fitz.”
“I—” he shakes his head, looking at it all again, and then my heart leaps into my throat when he turns back to me.
He grabs either side of my face and his lips come crashing down on mine, stealing my breath and silencing every worry I had in my mind about today. I fist his tux jacket, pulling him closer and savoring the feeling of his lips on mine. He tastes like scotch and kisses me with a hunger I’ve never experienced before. His tongue dips into my mouth and his hands caress my body until they settle on my lower back. I wrap my hands around his neck, silently begging him not to stop.
His lips never leave mine as he finds the zipper on my dress and slowly starts pulling it down. When the zipper stops, he slides the right sleeve down, letting the dress fall to the floor. His lips move to my neck and he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me over to the kitchen island where all of his birthday things are set up. The marble is cool against my ass, causing me to suck in a sharp breath when he sets me down. He stands up, taking one small step away to be able to look at me, and my cheeks heat under his gaze.
“You are so beautiful.” I pull his lips back to mine, missing the way they feel, and his hands wrap around my waist. I can feel every muscle in my body relax at his warm touch and my mind feels so much lighter.
He pulls away, resting his forehead on mine. “You’re the only thing I want for my birthday.” His hands cup my cheeks, our eyes locking. “Can I have you, Trouble? All of you?”
I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile. “Say please, Fitz.”
“Please, baby?” Something happens in that moment, causing my body and heart to crave him in a way I’ve never craved another person before.
“Yes.” I pull him back to me, his lips landing on mine again as my fingers move quickly to unbutton his shirt. He pulls his tie off and his shirt and jacket are the next to go. I pull away, looking at his sun-kissed skin, letting my fingertips trail from his shoulders down to his fingers. He interlocks them before kissing me again and every single time has my heart beating harder. He eventually hooks his fingers into my panties and I lift up enough for him to slide them down. His kiss travels from my lips to my stomach, until he’s low enough to see just how desperate I am for him.
“Your pussy is so pretty when it’s crying for me.” He steals my breath away the minute his tongue flattens against me and my head falls back, making me unable to focus on anything but him. The way he teases me, the way he kisses every inch of me, his hands on my thighs, the scruff from his five o’clock shadow adding to the pleasure. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I snap.
“Fitz, please.” He kisses me so gently, as his eyes meet mine.
“What do you need, Trouble?”
“Your cock.” He stands up immediately, hovering over me.
“You ready for me?” The hungry desperation on his face has my senses on overdrive, and my hands are already working to unfasten his belt.
“Yes!”
“Are you the pill?” he asks and I nod my head.
“Are you clean?” His hand caresses my cheek and his jaw ticks as he nods.
“All clear. Plus, I haven’t been with anyone since you.” I stop my attempt to unbutton his pants and look up at him, too shocked to say anything. My mouth pops open just barely, andhe bites my lip, finishing unfastening his pants. He lets them fall to the ground and steps out of them, fisting his cock and lining himself up to my entrance.
“Hold on tight, Trouble.” He plunges into me and my nails dig into his shoulders. I let out a moan and he sucks on my lip until I can catch my breath to kiss him back properly. He fucks me hard against the countertop, digging his fingers into my ass and swallowing every single cry of pleasure I give him. His hands move to unhook my bra, and he moves only long enough to discard it with the rest of my clothes. I lean back on my hands, letting my tits bounce as he hits a spot no one else ever has. Not even my drawer full of toys has accomplished a sensation like this.
“Fitz, yes! That feels so good.”
“You take me so well,” he practically growls before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it until I’m tingling all over. I feel my pussy contract around him and he pulls my head back up, forcing my eyes on his. “You gonna come for me, baby?” I nod my head, desperate for the release. His hand moves between us, putting just enough pressure on my clit to send me over the edge.
“Yes, right there, right there!” I whimper, seeing the fire in his eyes.
“Kiss me while you come for me, Trouble.” I wrap my hand around his neck and pull his lips to mine, tasting myself with every swipe of my tongue across his. I wrap my legs around him, realizing only now that I’m still wearing my heels, allowing him to thrust even deeper into me. My moans are muffled as our tongues collide, and my body feels like it’s floating when I come for him.
