SHALLOW DEPTHS

Chapter 13

         The morning seemed different, it was warm, Miguel's latest song ''Pussy is Mine'' was on the radio, I could hear Cyril singing along from the showers, the vibration in his voice made the song sound better. I grabbed my phone and tiptoed to the bathroom, his voice was a mash up of Blake Shelton and Wurld, he was moving, like it was Tango. He was perfect and I was going to show him off on all my social networks.

          ''You up already'' he said, reaching for his bottle of shampoo and revealing his bare butt in the process. I swallowed hard.

         ''Happy Birthday Champ'' I squealed, trying to take a selfie with him.

      He held my neck from behind as if to choke me, tilted my head to the side and landed the most passionate kiss on my neckline, he let my hair loose, grabbed my waist and spun me around.

          ''Why are you still dressed?'' he asked coolly, fondling my lips with his thumb.

         ''It's my birthday, act it baby'' he continued, leaning in to kiss me.

     His hands traced my neck down to my breasts, he unbuttoned my shirt and it fell to the floor, I was bare before him, and the thought of his next move was driving me crazy. He stepped back to adore me, he looked at my naked body, at my full breasts and wide hips and slightly curved belly. I felt like a 1940s pin up girl.

        ''You are so lush Ziggy, my party is wherever your body is at''.

      He stifled every gasp I made with a fierce kiss, I could feel him growing hard, and it made me wet with desire. There was fierce pride and possessiveness in his eyes as he pulled me closer, kissing the hollow part of my neck. I took his hand from my breast and directed it between my thighs, there was a storm there that needed calming, a savage beast that only his touch could tame.

       ''I want you inside me'' I heard myself whisper, the adrenaline that ripped through him matched mine, as he lifted me off the ground in one clean sweep.

       My back against the wall, I could hardly breathe, his thrusts were deep and steady, his eyes, a thousand shades of hazel...

        He groaned aloud.

   He slowly pulled out, and slid in, this time in a different hole. I moaned in pain and pleasure, arching my back as he pressed me firmly against the bathroom wall, I clutched my nails deep in his shoulder as I felt the building tension of his body. His strokes were more rapid, he worked his hips in a gingerly motion as he gasped, and when he pulled out, he took my mind and soul with him.

          The doorbell chimed, it was the porter bringing in gifts for Cyril. According to him, there were friends and well-wishers at the hotel lobby and his presence was needed. I watched Cyril get dressed, helped him put his cuff links in place, and retired to the bed so I could watch him walk out in style and grace.

       ''Join us for breakfast?'' he asked, reaching for a black wingtip from the dresser.

      ''I'll be down in a minute'' I replied sheepishly, trying to sound lazy. I heard my phone buzz in the bathroom and I lazily walked to get it. It was a notification from a dispatch driver, I had ordered some gift items for Cyril, colognes, an Italian suede boot, and a glow in the dark bong. I dialed the front desk and asked that the dispatch driver be brought in, I hurriedly got dressed, in a scarlet wrap-dress with a plunging neckline, I brushed my dark hair until it gleamed over my shoulders, put on a deep-red lipstick and glanced at myself one last time in the mirror. I looked chic.

         Walking to the elevator, I thought of Adunni from the boutique, thought of the email scribbled on the designer label, breakfast seemed like it was going to be too formal, I was going to be too courteous and bored, I needed someone besides Cyril to talk to. I typed the address of the hotel and the venue for the dinner party and hit the send button.

      ''Come with a bikini or beach wear'', I added.

     Flashes of the morning's session went through my mind and I swallowed hard, I'd rather be in bed all day with him, but I knew how much this meant to him, I knew he had plans to show me off. It was his birthday, but he was going to make it about me.