"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear (Y/N)! Happy birthday to you!" Tom smothered you in kisses as he finished his song. You opened your eyes to see him holding a cupcake in his hand with a small candle in it.
"Happy birthday baby!" he said cheerfully, knowing you were not a morning person.
"What time is it?" You grumbled, sitting up and blowing out the candle on the cupcake.
Tom placed the cupcake on your bedside table and crawled on top of you with a sly grin.
"Mmm," he said, kissing your neck sweetly. "I was thinking it was birthday sex time, but I can go if you want me to..."
You pretended to think for a moment. How could you say no to birthday sex?
"That sounds pretty okay to me," you said with a grin, all sleepiness gone from your body. Everything felt alive and on fire with Tom hovering above you.
"That's my girl," he said, yanking the covers off of you and throwing them on the other side of the bed. He kissed all over your face, starting at your forehead, then your cheekbones, then your nose, and finally, your lips. He captured yours and slowly turned up the intensity. You sat up, desperate for more contact.
"Relax, baby, this is your day," he purred in a sultry tone. "Tell me what you want."
You knew exactly what you wanted.
You tugged at the bottom of his gray t-shirt, willing it over his head, then yanked down his plaid sleeping pants. You quickly removed your pajamas as well.
"We're not taking our time today, are we love?" he joked.
You pushed him down on the bed so he laid flat. He grinned, knowing exactly what was coming. His dick stood tall and proud, waiting for you, but you didn't touch it. You kissed his bare chest, leaving a hickey here and there. You made your way up to his collarbones, dragging your tongue on his hot skin, making him groan.
"Remember we have your party later," he warned. You didn't care. Let them see what you two did.
You pressed your lips to his collarbones and decorated them with small red marks that you knew would bruise later. You attached your lips to his jaw, kissing up and down and making your way back to his lips as you swung a leg over him.
He whimpered, desperate for contact. The throbbing in your core was desperate too. You sensually touched him, stroking upwards in slow movements, prepping him for you. Encouraged by his moans, you scooted back and lined yourself up with him. His hands found your waist and helped lower you down onto him, until your ass rested on his thighs.
His eyes nearly rolled back into his head. "Shit, baby," he whined. "Do something."
You moved your hips in a circle, but only in horizontal motions; no vertical movements yet.
"Like that?" You asked teasingly.
"The only reason I haven't flipped us and pounded you yet is because it's your birthday, but if you don't hurry up that's what's going to happen," Tom growled. The image of his words played in your mind, and you seriously considered allowing him to switch, but then you raised yourself up off of him, using his chest to balance, and lowered yourself back down.
He moaned loudly. "Again, please, baby, I need you."
You obliged his wish, and slowly began to build up a bouncing pace on him. One hand lazily fondled your breast, while the other danced lazy circles around your clit. His rough fingers were skilled and he knew exactly how to please you, despite you being in control.
You quickened your pace as your stomach began to tighten and you felt him twitch within you. He suddenly sat up, keeping you on top of him, but bucking his hips up to meet the downward part of your bounce. You wrapped your arms around him and moaned even louder into his shoulder. You gripped his hair and whispered, "I'm so close, Tom, keep going like that."
He began to kiss your neck too, and the combination of everything was too much. You reached your climax, seeing a mix of stars and Tom's face as he came inside you. You slowed to a stop and collapsed on the bed, panting and wiping the sweat out of your eyes.
Tom laid down on your arm, staring at you. He kissed your cheek and said, "Happy birthday baby. Ready for your presents?"
