Forever Yours

| F O R T Y - N I N E |

"Good morning birthday boy." I whispered and cuddled my head more into his chest.

"Don't even." He whispered back, but I just smiled even more.

"You're so old. The big 2-3." I sighed.

"How is this helping?"

"Old man."

"Bee."

"Can you even get hard anymore?"

He pushed me away and I gasped and sat up.

"That's it. No more cuddles." He said and sat up on his forearms. I smiled and crawled forward to him, kneeling down at the side of him. "I still don't get why you insisted sleeping in a shirt and sweatpants. I thought we got over this like five years ago."

"We did! Hold on." I pecked his lips, then crawled over top of his body- making him grunt- then slid off the bed and hurried into the washroom.

"Bee, unless you're about to piss yourself, get your ass back in bed." He grumbled, I pretended to ignore him and opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a lingerie set I stashed in there after Fred got in bed.

I dropped my clothes, and was left bare naked. I was camando all night and of course had no bra on, but I didn't tell Fred. Because if he knew I didn't have panties on he would've pulled my sweatpants down and fucked me. That's no problem with that, it's just...I wanted to blow him this morning.

Which I'm still doing.

I pulled on my mint green bra, it barely covered anything actually, it just accentuates my tits, pushing them together a little.

Hey, I got boobs!

I grabbed the panties off of the counter and pulled them up, letting the thong slip right into place, the cotton (also mint green) framed my hips, ass, and cunt.

Oh god, I have bed hair. I grabbed my hair brush and smoothed out my hair quickly, got off the old mascara and put some new on, then readied myself.

Perfect.

I mean, I'm just wearing underwear, but there's so much more to it.

"Bee." Freddie groaned and my smile reappeared.

I opened the door, then dramatically leaned against the doorframe, doing a pose which totally wasn't sexy because Fred chuckled.

I went back over to him, jumped onto the bed and got on top him, he was still laid back. He expected me to lean over and kiss him, but instead, I turned around so I faced away from him.

He was already hard (or course) so I reached my hand forward and rubbed my hand over his boxers on his dick, my other hand pressed against his V line, holding me up.

Fred's hand grabbed onto my thigh, and squeezed it, then moved up to my ass and gave it an even harder squeeze.

"Cotton." He hummed. It's his favourite material. He likes silk, but he really like cotton- and lace- even more. "Good girl."

My clit throbbed and I bowed my head, looking down at him.

His hands roamed around my body, feeling every curve of my hips, then up my back, skipping my bra and brushed my hair to the side, tracing a pattern on my shoulder blade.

A heart.

He traced a heart.

Oh my lord.

Then he brought his arm back down to my hips and wrapped them around my body, making me feel all warm.