Waiting For You

Chapter 17: Birthday Surprise

Chapter 17: Birthday Surprise

Sam

I've still got my earbuds in when I walk through the door after my run on the last day of September. Beads of sweat are clinging to my eyebrows, my shirt is stuck to my back and my muscles are protesting every time I move, but I feel fucking amazing.

I refill my water bottle and drain its contents, the icy water causing me to gasp for air.

Lia is still asleep when I get out of the shower a few minutes later and cross over into our bedroom. I try to make as little noise as possible while I rummage through my side of the closet for a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but it's no use. I hear her sigh and shift around in bed.

"Did you go on your run?" she asks sleepily.

"Mhm," I nod, grabbing some underwear to go with my choice of outfit.

"I must've fallen back asleep," she sighs and stretches her arms above her head. The tips of her toes peek out from under the sheet she's tangled up in.

"It's almost eight," I tell her.

She rolls over onto my side of the bed and watches me get dressed, a coy smile on her face that makes me want to strip naked again and get back into bed with her.

I'm not conceited enough to think I'm entirely responsible for her spontaneous urges to jump my bones, I know perfectly well it's the hormones, but it's definitely a perk as far as I'm concerned... except she won't let me anywhere near her tits anymore.

They're apparently really sensitive and uncomfortable when you're pregnant, which is a little less fun for me since pregnancy has been real good to hers. God, they're incredible. You win some and you lose some, I suppose. Right now, as I tumble into bed with her, my jeans and t-shirt discarded on the floor, I definitely feel like I'm on the winning side.

"Happy birthday," I whisper against her skin as I kiss her neck and run my hands all the way down her body. I know everything about her, right down to the little beauty mark on her right ass cheek, but I'm more than happy to get reacquainted with every inch of her.

"Is this my present?" she asks, gripping my hair and arching her hips as I run my tongue down the length of her torso.

"One of them," I assure her with a crooked grin, but I'm done talking now. My mouth is too busy doing... other things.

I had big plans for her birthday that we don't quite manage to get to, but at least we get to spend all morning in bed together not sleeping, which is really better than what I had in mind anyway.

I'm not too bummed about it.

"Best... birthday... ever," Lia mumbles, a very satisfied smile tugging at her lips. The sun is high up in the sky now. It's beating down on her naked back and shining against her hair. It looks like she's got a golden halo around her head.

She's lazily running her fingers up and down the tattoos on my arm.

"Thank you," she sighs and leans into me.

"Are you thanking me for going down on you?" I chuckle.

"No!" she gasps, burying her face in her pillow, but I'm still able to get a good glimpse of her cheeks flushing with color. "I don't really know what I'm thanking you for... I'm just... glad," she admits with a little laugh, looking back up at me under sweeping golden lashes.