The Birthday Wish
The gift was never about me, only how far I could take her. Come morning, she’d ride me like it was our wedding night.
The mid-August sun breaks through the cracks in the curtains. You’ve already been up for an hour, while I’ve stretched lazily in bed. You enter the room with your hair still wet from the shower. I like watching you like this, damp and naked, as I pull my lazy body toward the edge of the bed and sit up. “Come here,” I whisper, and you do. I press a kiss to your belly, then spin you around. Your ass always does me in, and I...