Charlotte is a 28 year old who is working as the head Chef at Tris, the most in demand restaurant in Los Angeles. She is career focused, and looking for the perfect man to fit into her life. She is incredibly particular and has a list of what she e...
It was Saturday morning and the light coming through the open blinds woke me up. I looked over to the clock on the wall and I couldn't believe it was already 9am. I rolled over onto my side to curl up to Charlotte, but she wasn't in bed. Damn it. I wanted birthday morning sex.
"Oh good, you're up!" I heard Charlotte say from the door.
"Yeah... In more ways than one..." I mumbled into the pillow, too quietly for her to hear me.
"Happy birthday handsome." She whispered in my ear and she kissed my cheek. "I made breakfast. Sit up, so we can eat."
I reached out and grabbed ahold of her hand and pulled her into the bed with me. I climbed on top of her and started kissing over her chest and up her neck.
"James, we need to eat before the food is cold."
"Imma eat you instead." I said as I started making my way down her body.
"Nope. I spent the morning making you my famous eggs benedict, and we have to leave in an hour and a half." she said as she tried to pull me back up.
I stopped at her belly button and rested my chin giving her the best pouty lip that I could muster.
"I promise you will get birthday sex today. Just not before the party."
"I should be able to get whatever I want... It is my birthday." I tried to persuade, while wiggling my eyebrows.
Charlotte flipped us over so I was on my back and she was straddling me. That really didn't help my erection. She leaned down to me, and gave me a soft kiss before whispering, "I promise it will be well worth the wait." She sat up and hopped off the bed. The last time she said something like that she dressed up like a slutty nurse. A slow smile spread across my face as I thought of all the possibilities.
She took a tray off the dresser that had our breakfast on it, and placed it on the bed, and climbed back up next to me. I have never been a breakfast person, but that is quickly changing after living with Charlotte. The woman is an absolute artist with food.
After breakfast I convinced her to at least shower with me. All of my attempts at shower sex were shot down though. I finally gave up for the time being and just decided to get ready. I wrapped a towel around my waist and styled my hair.
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I went into the bedroom and threw on a pair of briefs and sat on the bed playing on my phone until Charlotte was ready to get dressed.
About a half hour later she had her hair and make up done. "I'm going to need help zipping the back of my dress." She said as she dropped the towel from around her as she walked past me to the closet. I jumped out of bed and ran after her. I wrapped an arm around her waist and backed her into the wall.
"You need to stop teasing if you aren't going to put out this morning!" I said barely able to contain myself.
She smiled at me, "My dress is hanging in the corner, can you get it for me?" she asked a little too sweetly. I slowly turned and took the black garment bag down.
