Chapter Eighteen

Aurora

I watched Slavik across the dining room table. Today was my birthday, and after spending the week waking up to his kisses and making love, he hadn’t been there. Already dressed and ready for work. I stood before him in my night shirt and shorts, which I pulled on in a hurry.

“Morning,” I said, sipping at my tea. Coffee still made me feel sick

He looked up from his cell phone. “Hey, baby, good morning.”

I smiled. I loved it when he used sweet words like that. “Busy morning?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to head into the office early.”

“Right.”

Still no mention.

I wasn’t about to tell him it was my birthday and see the horrible realization that he’d forgotten. This was kind of like any other breakfast back at home. No one cared. They all went about their own business.

Pressing my lips together, I took another sip of my tea. I refused to be sad on this day. I’d spent a lot of birthdays alone. Today would be another one in a long list.

Thinking about the day and how we’d been the past week, I turned toward my husband and watched him. He clicked away at his cell phone, and I put my tea down. I walked toward him and leaned against the table.

“Slavik, there is something I always wanted to try.” My hands shook as nerves took over.

He put his phone down and looked up. “There is?”

I nodded. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

His response surprised me. At first, I hesitated, shocked by his word, then I did no more than sink to my knees in front of his chair. There was enough space for me to fit. Putting my hands on his knees, I slid them up until I got to his zipper.

His hands were on the outside of his legs, and he made no move to help me as I worked the zip down.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

My heart raced. Heat pooled between my thighs. Nerves hit me hard. “I want to … suck your cock.”

Did that sound corny? Porn star-ish? I had no idea, but this was what I’d been thinking about each time he went down on me. I loved his mouth on my pussy. The pleasure of his tongue as it danced across my clit. For a while now, I’d been thinking about reciprocating the offer, only, nothing had come up.

“You want to suck my cock?”

“Yes.” Insecurity rushed through me as I sat back. “Unless you don’t want me to.” I’d assumed he would. Rejection was a hard thing to swallow, but it was my birthday, just another thing to add to my bad memories.

Slavik opened his belt, then his button, before taking out his cock. He wasn’t completely hard, but as he worked from the tip down to the root and back again, I looked into his eyes. “Babe, I’ve got no problems with you wanting to suck on my cock. Why today? Is it a special occasion?”