“Best birthday present ever, you got my name right.” She smiles and starts to stretch out, which just makes my cock even harder than it has been all night sleeping next to her dressed in just her lingerie. My hands roam over the black lace bodysuit she has on. With her black hair falling over her shoulders and down towards her breasts and the black lace, she looks every part a true goddess.

“How do you feel?” I ask, kissing her on the forehead while I assess her.

“Like I’m forty.” She groans, but then before I can say anything, she rolls to the side and pushes me onto my back on the bed. She is up and straddling my naked body.

“Forty and flirty.” My hands lock on to her hips, holding her still because if she moves on top of my cock right now, I’m not sure I can hold back from coming on the spot.

“Wait, why am I dressed, and you aren’t? Well, half-dressed, I guess you can call it.”

“Because you fell asleep,” I reply.

“But you’re naked and you took my dress off, so why not this as well?” She runs her hands down the lace, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from exploding.

“Sleeping in anything with this...” I push my hips up off the bed as she gasps at my cock rubbing up against her pussy, “was too much torture. And I wanted you awake when I finally got to rip you out of it.” She knows exactly what she is doing now, trying to wriggle around on top of me. “It might be your birthday, but I wanted to unwrap my surprise present, watching you writhing as I did it. Not my style to try anything when you are in an alcohol coma.”

“Such a gentleman.” She leans forward, bringing her face so close I can feel her breathing.

“Oh, you know I’m no gentleman in the bedroom when it comes to you. Get on your back, birthday girl, because I’m about strip you bare and give you the first of many presents you will be receiving today.” My hands slip around to her ass and squeeze each cheek.

I listen to her squeal as I roll her over and tickle her as I do it. Rising up onto my knees above her, I take one of the shoulder straps and rip it apart with my hands.

“You know, I have a thing for lace,” I whisper in her ear as I rip the strip on the other side off. The hitch in her breathing lets me know she is enjoying this. Taking the lace in my teeth, I start pulling it down the front of her body.

“Happy birthday to me,” she moans, and I know this is a birthday she will never forget.

Mission accomplished.

Or so I thought.

Chapter Sixteen

FORREST