The phone rang only twice before she answered. "Ben!" her voice boomed through the receiver, cheerful and a little out of breath, as if she'd just run up the stairs. I couldn't help but smile. The mere sound of her voice was enough to brighten the gray afternoon at university.

"Hey, you almost-birthday girl," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I hope I'm not interrupting your important birthday planning?" I could picture her rolling her eyes, probably with a pen in her mouth and a notebook brimming with ideas.

"Oh, come on," she giggled. "The only planning going on right now is how I'm going to salvage this cake I wanted to try this afternoon. But more importantly, what's up? I can hear your 'I've got an idea' voice."

She knew me too well. "You're right. I have an idea. A really good one. How about you just forget all your birthday plans for tonight and let me pamper you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then I heard a soft, curious "Hmm?"

"I'm inviting you to dinner. At my place. I'll cook; you don't have to do anything except look and feel beautiful. We'll celebrate your birthday here, privately, just the two of us."

Her response was immediate, a burst of pure joy. "Ben, really? Oh my God, that would be fantastic! Yes! Absolutely!" You could practically hear her radiant smile through the phone. It was contagious.

"Wonderful," I said, continuing before she could even think about the details. "But that's not all. I don't want you to have to worry about how to get home. You're staying overnight."

More silence, this time of a different kind. Intriguing.

"I… I'm staying overnight?" she asked softly, and I knew her mind was already racing.

"Exactly. Because your actual birthday is tomorrow. And I've planned a few surprises for you tomorrow. Real surprises. But for that, I need you here, fresh and well-rested, and all to myself. So, what do you say? Will you pack a small bag and leave yourself completely to me for the next 24 hours?"

Her breathing was now audible. It wasn't hesitation; it was pure excitement. "Ben… I… I'm absolutely thrilled! This is the best birthday present I could imagine! Yes! A thousand times yes! I'll pack a bag right away! What time should I be there?"

"At seven. And Lena?" I said, my voice deepening, becoming more intimate.

"Yes?"

"Just bring yourself. Everything else is my problem."

"I can hardly wait," she whispered, and her words were so full of anticipation I could almost feel it.

As I hung up, I leaned back with a wide grin on my face. The dreary afternoon was forgotten. I had a dinner to plan and a birthday surprise to prepare. And I couldn't wait to see the smile on her face in real time.

Around seven o'clock, I heard a soft, expectant knock on my door. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly ran my fingers through my hair before opening it. And there she was.

Lena wore an elegant, dark red dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, and her hair was loose. She carried a small bag and looked like a dream. When she saw me, a smile spread across her face that made the rest of the world fade away. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey you," I replied, stepping aside to let her in. "Come in."

Lena's gaze swept across the apartment, and her smile widened. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the scene: the table was set, two glasses and two plates rested on a white tablecloth, and in the center sat a vase of fresh, red roses. Candles dotted the room, their flickering light bathing the walls in a warm, golden glow. Soft jazz played from the speakers.

"Ben…," she breathed, turning slowly in a circle. "This is… this is beautiful. You didn't do all this just for me, did you?"

I stepped behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her neck gently. "Of course it is for you. The theme for the next 24 hours is Lena's favorite things," I whispered in her ear. "And I know you'll like it."

She leaned into my embrace, her head against my chest. "You're the best. Seriously."

"Just wait and see," I laughed, leading her to the table. "I hope you're hungry." I pulled out her chair, and once she was seated, I served the lasagna, steaming with its delicious aroma. I poured us a deep red wine to go with it. Dinner was more than just a meal. It was a gathering. We ate, drank, and talked about everything and nothing. We laughed so hard our stomachs ached, and time seemed to stand still. The candles burned down, and the wine tickled our minds.

"So," she finally said, putting down her fork, her gaze curious and playful. "Spill the beans. What outrageous surprises have you planned for tomorrow that require me to stay overnight?" She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "Give me a hint. Just a tiny one, please."

I shook my head and took a sip of wine. "No chance, sweetie. That would ruin the surprises. You just have to be patient."

She sighed theatrically, but her smile betrayed that she was enjoying it. "Okay, okay. Secretive."

I stood up, offered her my hand, and pulled her to her feet. "Then let's not spend the whole evening at the table." I led her to the center of the living room. "On to another favorite thing. Can I have this dance, please?"

She giggled and willingly sank into my arms. I placed one hand on her back and took her hand in the other. We snuggled close and began to sway slowly to the rhythm of the gentle saxophone melody. There were no quick movements, no complicated steps. Just the gentle swaying, the flicker of the candles in her eyes, and the feeling of her, tight and warm in my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I could smell her scent, a blend of perfume, wine, and simply Lena. In that moment, everything was perfect.

We lost track of time and the world around us. In our arms, it seemed there was only us and the gentle music. As the song slowly faded and a new, equally dreamy piece began, I glanced over her shoulder at the clock. It was well past twelve, so past midnight.

I stopped and looked down at her. Her face was relaxed, her eyes closed. "Happy birthday," I whispered.

She opened her eyes, and a warm, radiant smile lit up her face. She said nothing; she simply kissed me. It was a deep, tender kiss that said everything words couldn't express. But this kiss didn't remain gentle for long. It grew more intense, more demanding, more greedy. Our lips parted, our tongues met, and the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening erupted with full force.

My hands wandered down her back to her curvaceous hips. As I reached under her dress to massage her bottom, I felt only the warm, soft skin of her cheeks - no panties. I pulled back for a moment, surprised, and looked at her.

She giggled softly, a mischievous, triumphant sound. "You're not the only one with surprises," she whispered, laughing softly. I gripped her bottom firmly with both hands and massaged it.

I felt the skirt of her dress rise between her legs and immediately knew how much she enjoyed this intimacy. Without a moment's hesitation, I knelt before her, pushed the fabric of her dress up, and slipped my head underneath. In the darkness beneath her dress, I immediately found what I was looking for. I took her already half-erect dick into my mouth and began to caress it slowly and deliberately. I had gained some practice by now, knew which movements she liked, how she moaned when I used my tongue to lick up and down her shaft.

I enjoyed sucking her now hard cock and felt my pants tighten. Lena moaned even more when I took her almost completely in my mouth. Her hands caught in my hair, and she gently pressed my face against her body. "Oh God, Ben... yes... suck me just like that," she gasped. "This is so incredible... so amazing." Her words were music to my ears, urging me on to pleasure her even more intensely.

After a while, when I sensed she was close to coming, I slowly stood up. Her eyes were dark with desire. The kisses we exchanged now were fire. I gently turned her over, found the zipper of her dress, and pulled it down. The fabric slid over her skin and fell to the floor. I gazed at her beautiful, naked body, and for a moment, my breath caught in my throat.

Without another word, I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. On the way, she ripped my shirt off while I unzipped my pants and let everything fall to the floor. By the time we reached the bed, we were both naked.

I placed my hands on her hips and squeezed gently. "Bend over," I said, my voice filled with excitement.

She knew exactly what was about to happen. A look of pure anticipation crossed her face. She leaned forward, bracing herself on the mattress and presenting her bottom to me. The position spread her cheeks perfectly, revealing her delicate, pink opening.

The sight awakened something primal in me. I immediately sank to my knees, pressed my face deep between her cheeks, and began passionately licking her asshole. I kissed, licked, and sucked it, losing myself completely in this intimate, obsessive act.

Lena moaned loudly, her body twitching beneath my mouth. Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, the loudest testament to how much she was enjoying this moment.

My hands wandered down her back, feeling the warm skin beneath my palms. I gripped her tightly, pulling her even closer, before my hands moved downwards, encompassing her hips and finally grasping her cheeks. I spread them, opening them for myself, allowing me to pleasure her hole even more intensely, even deeper. My face was buried deep inside her, my tongue licking her pink star with fervor.

"Oh God, Ben... yes! Lick my ass! This is so fucking good!" she cried, pressing herself against me.

I didn't answer with words. I answered only with actions. As I continued to lick her anus with all my passion, one of my hands wandered to her front. I first massaged her balls, feeling their small, plump fullness in my hand. Then I reached for her cock. It was hard and throbbing in my embrace. I pulled it down, slightly back, and began to massage and stroke it.

Her reaction was immediate and intense. Her moans turned into loud, uncontrolled gasps. "Oh my God… oh my God…" was all she could manage, her body twitching under the double simulation. My hand movements became stronger, firmer. I was practically milking her, feeling her entire body focus on that one spot. I noticed her asshole start to twitch under my tongue, an unmistakable sign that she was close.

The filthy thought of plunging my tongue deep inside her, making her even more aroused, and tasting her even more intensely made my grip on her cock tighten. I jerked her off faster, pressing my tongue with all my power against her throbbing opening.

Then Lena couldn't take any more.

With a loud, piercing cry, her orgasm erupted. Her body arched, her back tensed, as hot loads of her juices gushed from her and dripped onto the floor. Her hole throbbed relentlessly, clenching around my tongue, which never ceased to pleasure her. I felt every wave of her orgasm and felt her surrender completely to me.

I milked every last drop from her, stroking her until the final spasms of her body and her moans subsided. Only then did I release her, my face wet and my breath heavy. She sank trembling onto the bed, utterly exhausted and fulfilled.

Still filled with lust, and the sight of her naked, trembling body on my bed kept me hard. I couldn't just stand by. I moved closer to the bed. With my hand, that still had cum from Lena on it, I gripped my still-erect cock, and I began to masturbate. It felt great having her juice on me. The memory of her orgasm, the sight of her exposed, twitching anus made me rock hard.

When Lena slowly turned around, her eyes still shining from her climax, and saw what I was doing, pure delight was written all over her face. A lustful smile spread across her lips. "Wow, what are you doing?" she asked in a husky voice. "Can I help you?"

The moment of being so exposed before her made me a little embarrassed. I had hoped it would just happen, without many words. "I could not resist after tasting and seeing you come so hard. I thought maybe... I could come too, maybe on your stomach or..." I began, but she interrupted me.

She bowed her head slightly. "No, no, no. The theme is Lena's favorite things, remember?" she said with her eyes twinkling conspiratorially. "I want your cum in my mouth."

Those direct, unvarnished words hit me like a ton of bricks. It instantly made me even harder. My cock twitched in my hand.

She lay down on her back in the middle of the bed, her head on the pillow, and opened her mouth expectantly. I climbed over her, knelt across her body, in front of her head, and positioned myself until my cock hovered right in front of her face. She immediately took it in her hand, her grip warm and firm, and began. She slowly stroked me, her lips kissing the tip and her tongue licking it, trying to catch the first drops of my precum.

As her grip tightened and her movements quickened, I felt the pressure inside me build uncontrollably. It was my turn. Then she looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Give me your juice," she whispered, her mouth opening wide, her tongue emerging, waiting for me.

That was it. The sight alone brought me to the brink. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, I came. My semen flowed over her tongue and directly into her mouth, load after load. I shuddered and gasped as I filled her.

When I stopped shuddering, her mouth was full of my cum. She closed her lips, looked straight at me, and swallowed it all at once. A small smile played around her lips.

"So this is one of your favorite things?" I asked, panting and cheeky.

To which she simply replied with a confident "Yep" and grinned broadly.

I leaned down towards her, my heart still pounding wildly against my ribs. I whispered, "Happy Birthday," and kissed her. Deeply, passionately, and without any inhibition.

The first thing I felt was the weight of her arm on my chest and the gentle, even rise and fall of her body as she slept. I lay there for another moment, my eyes closed, listening to her soft breathing. The memories of the night slowly returned, like images from a dream: her smile in the doorway, the candlelight, her moans, and the taste of her on my tongue.

A wide grin spread across my face. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly. There she was. Lena, fast asleep, her hair tangled in the pillow, her face relaxed and peaceful. She looked beautiful. Completely without makeup, vulnerable, and utterly herself. I could have lain there for hours, just watching her, but I had plans. Very quietly, so as not to wake her, I gently pushed her arm away and got out of bed.

A cold shiver ran through me as I stepped onto the floor, but the warmth in my heart kept it at bay. I pulled on some pants and quietly left the room. It was time for the next installment of Lena's favorite things. In the kitchen, I transformed into a silent, one-person machine. I got out flour, eggs, and milk and stirred the pancake batter, making it as fluffy and light as I could. While the first pan heated up on the stove, I prepared the rest. I placed a single, perfectly opened rose in a small vase. I brewed her favorite tea and poured it into a thermos. Then came the toppings: her favorite cherry jam, a bowl of melted chocolate spread, and a dish of fresh berries and sliced bananas. Everything was perfectly arranged on a tray that would serve as a breakfast board.

With the tray in my hands and my heart filled with anticipation, I crept back into the bedroom. The door was only slightly ajar. When I cautiously peeked in, I saw she was awake. She stretched in bed, a long, graceful movement that tensed and extended her naked body. She yawned and rubbed her eyes before noticing me. A smile, still sleepy but already bright, flitted across her face. "Good morning," I said in a low voice, approaching the bed. "Happy birthday, sweetie."

"Mmm, good morning," she murmured, stretching her arms toward me. I gave her a quick, tender kiss on the forehead. "I have something for you."

She sat up in bed, pulling the sheets around her breasts, and looked around curiously. I placed the tray on her lap. Her gaze swept across the table, and her eyes widened.

She saw the rose, the steaming tea, the mountain of pancakes, and all her favorite toppings. For a moment she said nothing, then she looked up at me, her eyes shining. "Ben…" she whispered. "This is… this is incredible. You're crazy."

"Crazy about you," I replied, sitting down next to her on the bed. "I knew you'd be hungry."

She laughed, a bright, happy sound, and took the first pancake. "I'm totally over the moon!" she said, smothering it generously with jam and chocolate spread. "This is the best birthday I've ever had."

"Just you wait," I laughed. "The day's still young."

We ate in bed, laughing and feeding each other smeared pieces of pancake. Once our initial hunger was satisfied, I got my phone and clicked on a movie. "I thought we'd adapt this for the next installment of Lena's Favorite Things." The title screen of "Love and Other Impossibilities" appeared.

Her face lit up. "My all-time favorite comedy! How did you know?"

"I'm looking out for you," I said simply, putting my arm around her. She snuggled against me, her head on my shoulder, and we watched the movie.

It was exactly what we needed. No big action, no complicated plot, just two hours of wit, charm, and that warm, cozy feeling that only a good movie and the right person next to you can evoke. We laughed, made fun of the characters, and quoted the best lines. It was a perfect, cozy morning. When the movie ended, she leaned back and looked at me. "Okay, you've proven you know my favorite things. But now it's my turn," she said with a mischievous smile. "I have an idea. A really good one." She leaned in, kissed me and started to remove the sheets. "How about you put all your plans aside right now and let me pamper you!"

I chuckled softly and shook my head. "Being pampered sounds so tempting, but I have a plan. And you're going to love it, trust me."

She looked at me questioningly, raising one eyebrow. "And what is that plan?"

"We need to hurry," I said, getting up to gather my things. "Otherwise, we'll miss our spa appointment."

"A spa?" she asked, surprised, shifting up in bed, the covers slipping off her bare breasts. "Ben, but I didn't bring my bikini. You should have at least told me that!"

A wide grin spread across my face. I pulled her close to me, her breasts touching my chest. "You don't need a bikini," I said, winking at her. "I've booked a private spa room for three hours, just for the two of us! And I'm pretty sure we won't need any clothes there."

Her mouth fell open for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "What? A private room just for us? Ben, have you gone mad? This is… this is fantastic!" She jumped out of bed, almost too excited, and got dressed with an energy I'd never seen in her before. "I'm so excited! Come on, let's go!"

As she was about to get dressed, I stopped her. "Wait, I need something." I grabbed the backpack I'd packed the day before and slung it over my shoulder. "Okay, now we're ready."

On the way to the spa, she was like a little kid on Christmas morning. She held my hand, swung it around, and could hardly contain her radiant smile. When we arrived, we checked in at reception. The friendly woman handed me a key card and showed us to a secluded wing. "Your room number is number 2. Enjoy your time."

As we opened the door, Lena audibly inhaled. The room was an oasis of calm. In the center stood a large, round whirlpool tub, steam rising from it. Next to it was a huge, open shower with a rain shower head, an elegant, small sauna made of light wood, and a comfortable relaxation area with thick, white towels and loungers. "This is... perfect," she whispered, turning in a circle. "All just for us."

I locked the door, and the sound of the lock clicking shut was the only signal we needed. Without another word, we began to undress. Every scrap of fabric that fell to the floor felt like liberation from the outside world. Naked and free, we walked to the large shower. I took the soap-covered sponge and began to lather her back. My hands glided over her warm, damp skin as I caressed every inch of her body. She leaned against me, moaning softly, then turned to me to do me the favor. Her hands moved over my chest, my stomach, and further down until she grasped me. We kissed under the warm stream of water, passionately and greedily, our hands exploring each other.

After rinsing off, we stepped into the whirlpool. The hot water enveloped us, and the bubbles massaged our skin. "Oh God, this is so good," Lena sighed, leaning her head back. She closed her eyes and savored the warmth for a moment before her hand searched for my dick underwater. She found it immediately, already semi-erect, and began to stroke it slowly and rhythmically. Her movements were confident and practiced; she knew exactly what I wanted. I leaned back, enjoying her touch as we kissed. Her lips were soft and tasted like more.

Her other hand moved lower, massaging my balls, teasing the sensitive skin beneath them. Then I felt her finger slide even further down until it reached my anus. She circled it gently, and I flinched slightly. I consciously relaxed, wanting it, feeling pure anticipation. Her finger slipped inside, gently and tentatively at first, then harder and deeper. The warmth of her finger felt magical. I started to push myself into her that pushed her deeper inside.

"Oh yes, that is sooo good. Please dont stop!" I begged her.

Her movements intensified as she continued to stroke my cock. The double stimulation was overwhelming. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, my orgasm erupted. Hot loads of my semen shot out of me and mingled with the hot tub water, forming little clouds around us.

As the last waves of my climax subsided, she pulled away and looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Oops," she giggled. "Do you think we'll get in trouble for this little mess?"

I had to laugh. The image of her gazing innocently into my eyes, her fingers still glistening with my touch, was just too perfect. "I don't think so," I said, pulling her closer to kiss her. "I'm pretty sure we're not the first to have caused such a 'little mess' here."

I smiled at her, my body still heavy from the last climax, and relaxed in the warm water. "Ready for the next part?" I asked, nodding towards the sauna. "How about a little sweat bath?"

She nodded willingly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. We stepped out of the whirlpool, the water beading on our skin, and walked to the wooden door of the sauna. Inside, the air was pleasantly hot and dry. We spread towels on the lower benches and lay down. The heat enveloped us immediately, and the only sound was the soft creaking and popping of the wood as it expanded in the warmth. I closed my eyes and savored the silence for a moment.

When I opened them again, I turned to Lena. She was lying on her back, her eyes closed, and looked absolutely perfect. The heat made her skin glisten, and tiny beads of sweat formed on her chest, between her breasts, and trickled slowly down her gentle curves. In the dim light of the sauna, her body seemed to glow. I couldn't resist.

I leaned over her, my own sweat dripping onto her skin, and kissed her with a sudden, animalistic lust. She opened her mouth immediately and returned the kiss with the same passion. Her body was hot and salty beneath my lips. I kissed my way slowly down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, and moved on to her breasts.

I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking until she shuddered with arousal. She moaned softly, a sound that carried loudly and clearly in the still heat of the sauna. I felt her hard cock press against my stomach, an unmistakable sign of her excitement. My path led me further down, over her flat, moist belly, until I reached my destination.

Without hesitation, I took her already stiff cock into my mouth and began to pleasure her slowly and deliberately. Her hands immediately caught in my hair and gently pressed my face against her hips. "I can't believe you're doing this to me in the sauna," she gasped. "This is so incredible... so hot." Her words spurred me on.

While I pleasured her with my mouth, I raised my hands and began massaging and twisting her nipples. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the wooden walls and filling the small room. I took her even deeper into my mouth, feeling her entire body tense. Then she couldn't take it anymore. With a loud, piercing cry, her orgasm erupted. Her body writhed on the bench, and I felt her cock twitch in my mouth as her juice flowed into it. Tasting her in that moment was all I wanted.

I didn't let go of her until the last spasms of her body had subsided and she lay there trembling and panting. She looked at me, her eyes blurred and shining with happiness. "That was... incredible," she whispered. "Your hands, your tongue, the warmth... that orgasm cumming inside your mouth... and all of it here in the sauna."

The combined heat of the sauna and the raw passion was too much for me. "We have to get out," I said hoarsely. "Now."

She just nodded, too exhausted to find many words.

We stood up, our legs feeling soft, and stumbled from the blazing heat straight into the cold shower. The icy water on our overheated bodies felt like a small shock, but it was a relief. It cooled our burning skin and washed away the sweat and tension. After drying ourselves, we slipped into the thick, white bathrobes and lay down on the loungers in the relaxation area, exhausted and happy.

We lay there for quite a while, eyes closed, letting the pleasant exhaustion after the intense sauna session linger. The silence was broken only by our soft, even breathing. Then something occurred to me. "Wait, I still have the backpack," I said, and stood up. Lena opened one eye and looked at me questioningly.

I came back with my backpack and put it down next to the loungers. "What have you planned now, you incurable romantic?" she asked, laughing.

I just grinned and pulled out my treasures: two champagne flutes, a bottle of sparkling wine, and a small package of strawberries dipped in dark chocolate. Her face lit up. "I can't believe it," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "You're really pulling out all the stops, aren't you?"

"I can pack everything up again if you like," I offered with a sheepish grin.

She laughed out loud. "Don't you dare; don't even think about it!"

I opened the bottle with a soft "pop," poured us some golden sparkling wine, and handed her a glass. "Cheers," I said. "To the sweet birthday girl!"

"To the best birthday ever!" she replied, and we clinked glasses. We drank the sparkling wine and fed each other the sweet, chocolatey strawberries. It was playful, intimate, and tasted heavenly.

When the glasses were empty, Lena took the bottle and held it up. "Another sip?" she asked me with a sparkling look.

"Yes, please," I said.

She smiled mischievously. "But you'll have to come here." She tilted her head back slightly and slowly poured a little sparkling wine directly from the bottle into her mouth. A few drops escaped her lips and ran down her chin, her neck, and onto her breasts. The sight was stunning.

I grinned, leaned down to her, and pressed my lips to hers. The sparkling wine flowed from her mouth into mine, a cool, tingling wave as our tongues found each other. The kiss grew more intense, more passionate; the taste of sparkling wine and Lena was an intoxicating mix. She interrupted me after a while, her eyes shining with desire. "I think I could use a massage," she whispered.

"Where?" I asked hoarsely.

Instead of answering, she opened her robe, pulled it up, and showed me her bare, perfectly shaped bottom. She looked at me over her shoulder and grinned. "Here would be nice. And maybe you could use your massaging stick."

My pulse quickened. I liked the suggestion immensely. "That," I said with a deep grin, "could be arranged."

I kissed her again, long and passionately, before standing up and kneeling behind her. The sight of her toned, perfect bottom made my blood rush deeper and my cock slowly harden. I firmly grasped her cheeks with my hands, which elicited a soft moan from her. I began to massage her bottom with firm, circular motions. With every movement, her cheeks parted, revealing her beautiful, pink star. I saw how relaxed and inviting it was.

"God, this feels so good," Lena whispered into the chaise lounge.

I lowered my head, first kissing her soft cheeks with my lips, then my tongue. "You have an incredible ass, Lena," I said hoarsely and began licking her asshole. She responded with intense, unrestrained moans. I licked so vigorously that my saliva spread not only over her hole but also over her cheeks. I enjoyed pleasuring her like this, caressing her rosebud with my tongue. My cock became completely hard when I noticed her hole opening up more letting my tongue taste her deeper.

I sat up, placed my hard shaft between her cheeks, and began rubbing it against her hole. We moaned repeatedly as my cock slid up and down her ass. I felt her asshole relaxing even more and lifted my dick right to her opening. She immediately took my tip in, and I slid slowly inside her. We moaned in unison. I felt the warm, tight embrace of her hole. "Oh God, Lena, your ass feels amazing."

With slow, controlled movements, I penetrated her deeper and deeper until I was almost completely inside her. Again and again, I pulled my cock almost all the way out, only to plunge it right back in. Each time, she thanked me with a deep moan.

After a while, Lena turned her head back, her face contorted with desire. "I want to ride you!" she said firmly.

All I could manage was a "Yes, please." I pulled away from her, lay down on the chaise lounge, grabbed my cock, and pushed it up expectantly. Lena stood up, saw that I was already waiting for her, kissed me passionately, and swung her legs over my hips. Her front wasn't facing me but away from me. She lowered her hips, her cheeks spread, and her anus met my cock directly, which was immediately embraced by her hole.

Her rhythm, the way she slid up and down on me, was almost hypnotic. I was completely inside her now; the intensity was incredible. The only sounds in the room were our moans and the loud slapping of Lena's bottom against my hip. Her movements on top of me became faster, and now she was playing with my balls too.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer, but I wanted more. I wanted to take her. I grabbed her breasts, pulled her torso towards me, and pressed her hard against my chest. Then I reached under her thighs and pushed them back as well. Her legs were now next to her head. Lena's small body was now completely on top of me; my cock was about to slip out of her, but I pushed back and began thrusting deep into her. It was animalistic, intense, and incredibly hot to dominate her like this. Lena moaned like crazy. "Oh yes, Ben, please fuck me! This is so hot!"

I briefly increased the pace until I came with a loud cry inside Lena's ass. I pressed her tightly against me as I pumped my sperm deep inside her. That moment felt like an eternity, and I felt like I was coming again and again.

When the orgasm was over and I came back to myself, panting, I kissed her neck. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had," I whispered.

To which she just grinned and said, "And that was the best massage I've ever had."

We laughed. My cock slid out of her, and I felt my cum dripping from her hole onto me. "I suggest we jump back in the shower," I said.

Lena stood up, and now my sperm was running down her thigh. She just grinned. "Yeah, I think we should, since we made a little mess again."

We showered quickly and then had to get ready since the three hours were almost up. We walked hand in hand to the door, and as I went to open it, Lena pulled me back. "Wait, there's something I need to tell you," she said. Her voice sounded nervous. I turned to her. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze shyly fixed on the floor.

"Thank you so much," she whispered. "That was the best birthday I've ever had. You're so incredibly good to me. I... I... I..." The last "I" was barely audible.

I took her hands, pressed them tightly to my chest, and said, "I love you, Lena."

She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over. "I love you, Ben."

We kissed.