Bouncing off the Wall

The secret of the day, I wouldn't sweat it...

*** It's about to get really steamy here, and there's no sign of it cooling down anytime soon. ***

The mellow sound of trickling water echoed in my ears as I stirred in bed. Squinting at the clock with only one eye open, I studied the time: 6:08 am.

I was officially 47.

"Well, happy birthday to me," I thought to myself sarcastically; puzzled over the fact that I was wide awake even though it was still black outside. In my experience as a mom, and as a child myself at one point, I had thought that kiddos were really the only ones who woke up this early on their special day. However, I also knew that the older someone got, the earlier they tended to wake up. With these things in mind, I couldn't decide if I was aging backwards or forwards. What I did know, though, is that I needed to pee like crazy.

Just as I was hoisting myself up out of bed, Billie came through the doors that separated our bathroom and bedroom. The soft, warm glow of the nightlight next to the bathroom entrance lit him up like the beautiful sun. He was completely naked, and I had just-so-conveniently forgotten to throw my slip on before crawling into bed the night before. "Well, shit, it is a happy birthday after all," I thought; casting a bright, sleepy smile in his direction.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, coming over to greet me with a warm smile in return. Taking my face tenderly in his hands, he embraced me with a passionate kiss. "Happy birthday," he cooed, rubbing my bare shoulders up and down before pulling me into a bear hug.

"Thank you, sweetie," I beamed; a big yawn lingering in my throat. "Did you just flush the toilet? I thought I heard running water."

"Yeah, I had to piss like a racehorse," he chuckled.

"So do I," I replied; a soft giggle escaping my lips.

After helping me stand up, he climbed back into bed and submerged himself underneath the toasty tower of covers.

When I had finished doing my business, I shuffled my way back into our bedroom and let myself melt into the luscious mattress again. We truly had the most comfortable bed. I had always believed that sharing it with the man I loved made it that much more of a cozy place, too.

As I laid there on my side, I could feel myself softening more into the mattress with every heartbeat. My eyelids fluttered with both the heaviness of sleep and lust as I felt the smooth, affectionate touch of Billie's hand on my bare ass. He swept his hand across both cheeks briefly, giving them gentle squeezes before pressing his lean, sultry body up against mine. He was now spooning me; his hot breath screaming desire against my neck. Even though I was still sleepy, adrenaline coursed through my veins thinking about what I had planned for us both.

"Can I cuddle with the birthday girl?" he asked softly; snaking his arm around my waist.

"She'd love that," I whispered seductively with a smile; backing myself up against him further.

"Mmm," he murmured; a long, soft moan lingering on his lips. Tightening his hold of my waist with one hand, he snaked the other underneath my neck and down to my nipples; taking turns squeezing and kneading them gently between his fingers.

"So, baby, how does 47 feel?" he asked softly in my ear; covering me in goosebumps from head to toe.

"It feels really good, sweetie," I whispered; tilting my head up to look into his perfectly green, wanting eyes.

"Does it, now?" he inquired; purring softly in my ear and pressing his growing manhood up against my ass while moving his hips in a painfully slow, circular motion.

At this point, we both knew we weren't talking about what it felt like for me to be 47 at all. Instead, we were talking about how much I fucking loved what he was doing to me.