Page 43 of The River in Spring
“Babe…yeah, oh yeah…fuck.”
Hands reach for my hair and he grabs thick bunches in his fists. Lift and lower, suck and suck and suuuck more. Lips wrapped around the engorged cock. Tongue licking and teasing. He begins to moan and his breathing becomes heavier.
“Ummm. Hummm…. Oh babe. Don’t stop. Ohhhhhh fuck!!”
As I start from the base and pull the orgasm to me, I decide not to let go. Come in my mouth, baby. Come. When he realizes I’m not going anywhere he holds my head steady. Here it comes. Mt. Vesuvius erupts. Shit. This is more than I expected! Whoa! I almost start laughing because my gag reflex has been alerted.
I take it all and he pumps till every drop is spent. I lift my head and look for the nearest place to deposit the proof.
“Whoa! That was…that was awesome!” he says, coming up on his elbows.
“Grumphksdh.” That was ‘glad you like it’, with a mouthful of cum.
I grab the nearest cloth napkin I bought for the birthday celebration and put it to good use. I will never look at them in the same light again. Every time I set a table with these I’m going to be transported back to this moment.
As soon as I rid myself of the extra weight of .0002 ounces of Nobel’s man nectar, I offer a song.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you…”
He starts laughing.
“Happy birthday dear Nobel. Happy birthday to you!”
“That is by far the finest gift I have ever received. Not the song. The blow job. Thank you, babe. You are an impressive woman in more ways than one.”
I come up beside him and lightly kiss his penis. The parting message? “Mine.”
Part two of the day’s itinerary involved a little more planning. But everyone is following instructions. We need to sell the fact it’s just another birthday for Nobel. We already celebrated at the river. His family has always respected his wishes for the most part, not making a big deal of the day. There were dinners at Aurora and Gaston’s, or barbecues at one of their houses.
But nothing like we are going to have tonight. All through the afternoon Nobel is getting calls and talking to his family as if he won’t be seeing them here tonight. The music is playing in honor of the birthday boy. I check the time and calculate the remaining minutes I have till blastoff. Maudie is following me around, as if she understands something is up. Smart dog. Wait till she sees her friend. I wasn’t about to leave Nobel’s baby out of the party.
“Stay out of the kitchen!” I yell as Nobel comes down the stairs. “And the guest rooms! Go sit in the living room!”
“God, you’re a bossy bitch,” he teases.
I get a glimpse of the handsome man dressed for the occasion he believes it is. The occasion being an intimate relaxing dinner for two and a Netflix movie. Poor baby. He thinks I’m paying attention to his crazy rules. That’s hysterical. Don’t make a big deal of the auspicious day. Let’s just have a private celebration. Well, we did that earlier. I can’t think of anything more private. So I get credit for that, right? Now it’s time for family fun.
“What’s cooking? Smells great.”
“Don’t worry about it. Quit asking questions you’re not going to get answers for.”
Does he really think I’m cooking anything complicated? My reputation in the kitchen precedes me. I faced it long ago. I’m a bad cook. This fudge is about the most exotic thing I know how to make. Aurora told me that’s Nobel’s favorite candy, so I claimed it.
“You better be nice to me or I’ll go look in the guest rooms. There must be a present hidden there.”
Spoon in hand, I peek around the doorway. “I swear to God, if you do that, I’m never going to blow you again.”
“Don’t be cruel. It’s my birthday. And is that chocolate I see on the spoon? Bring it here.”
Walking over, I hand him the spoon to lick. “I think it’s a great idea to eat dessert first. I do it regularly.”
He wraps an arm around me as he makes quick work of the fudge. “I knew I loved you for a reason. What other woman thinks like that?”
“None probably. But why have unnecessary rules?” I take a lick and a chocolate kiss.
The sound of cars approaching and headlights through the windows pulls our attention. Oh, they’re here! Nobel’s eyes meet mine.
“Are we expecting company?”
