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“Christ, that was wonderful.”
“I wish you would let me do it more.”
“You amaze me. I’m never letting you go.”
He cuddled me in his arms and pulled the sheet over us. We fell back to sleep, waking to the vibrating of Oliver’s phone on the bedside table. He yawned and reached over to look at the screen.
“Your first surprise is in two hours.”
I smirked. “I thought your first surprise was sunrise oral.”
"Okay, your second surprise," Oliver announced, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What is it?" I asked eagerly, already brimming with anticipation.
"We have to get a move on. Vlad will be here in an hour and a half," Oliver replied, evading my question.
"Tell me what we're doing, or I don't move," I insisted, crossing my arms defiantly.
"I can make you move," Oliver teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I want to know," I persisted, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"Do you know the meaning of a surprise?" Oliver countered, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm curious. Indulge me," I pleaded, unable to contain my excitement.
"No. Now get in the shower," Oliver commanded, his tone playful yet firm.
"I refuse unless you tell me," I declared, digging my heels in.
Without further ado, Oliver swiftly climbed out of bed, effortlessly pulling the sheet off me. Scooping me up in his arms, he carried me into the bathroom, my protests fading into playful laughter.
Setting me down on the bench in the shower stall, he turned on the water, the warm cascade enveloping us both. Though I pouted for show, deep down, I was bubbling with excitement for the surprises that lay ahead. Today was shaping up to be an unforgettable adventure.
“Can I soap you?” He asked.
“Only if you fuck me first.”
“Demanding little vixen, aren’t you?”
“I’m the birthday girl. I should get what I want.”
He came to me, stood me up and pushed me against the steamed glass of the shower, gently biting my neck.
“Vampire,” I whispered.
“I love sucking things on you.”
Oliver spread my legs with his hands and pressed his cock through my slick folds. This was another position we hadn’t tried.
“Are you okay?” Oliver asked.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
He wrapped his hand around my throat as we fucked, trailing kisses along my shoulder and the back of my neck. My hands were pressed against the thick glass. I was sandwiched between hot and cool. I reached back and dug my nails into his hip, wanting him to make me come.
He pulsed inside me as he backed away from the glass, taking me with him. Once he sat down on the long tiled bench, it was my time to do the work. I rode him, pressing my back to his chest until we had simultaneous orgasms.
