Author: Angel
Disclaimer: Do not
know/own/associated with Martin Truex Jr. This is a
work of pure fiction.
Peaches Birthday
He pushed her gently through the open door, making sure that her
eyes were completely covered. Maneuvering her through the small apartment,
Martin ushered Carrie into the dimly-lit bathroom and closed the door behind
them.
“Open”, he said, uncovering her eyes. He watched her blink several
times as her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting, and then watched as she
broke out in a wide smile. She threw her arms around him and pressed her lips
firmly against his.
“Happy birthday, Peaches.”
“You are the BEST boyfriend in the world, did you know that?” She
kissed him again and then looked around their small bathroom. There were candles
everywhere, the flames creating flickering patterns on the white tiled walls.
Rose petals had been scattered all over the floor, and the tub was full with
steaming water and frothy bubbles.
“That’s not all.” Martin winked and opened one of the cabinets,
emerging seconds later with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice
bucket. He popped the cork and poured, handing a glass over to her. She took it
gladly and sipped, savoring the crisp taste and the feel of the bubbles against
her tongue.
“Well, you have thought of everything!”
He smiled, and took the glass out of her hands. Cupping her face in
his hands, Martin kissed her softly, tasting the champagne on her lips. Pulling
away, he looked at her face; the beautiful brown eyes, the well-sculpted bone
structure, and the full, pout pink mouth. He had fallen in love with those
features over a year ago, and never tired of seeing them. With slow,
well-practiced hands, he began to undress her; uncovering the body that,
despite having seen hundreds of times before, still thrilled him. He unbuttoned
her white shirt, letting it fall to the tiled floor and then, after removing
her shoes, slid off her jeans. He stepped back, away from her, drinking in
every inch of her slim body now encased only in a lacy white bra and matching
thong.
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t know, but it’s sexy as hell.”
She smiled, her lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. “How about if I took this off?” She traced the material of
her bra with one finger; running it lightly over a nipple. She met his gaze and
ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly. Hooking a thumb under each strap, she
lowered them down her arms, until her breasts threatened to spill out over the
edges of the cups. Removing her arms from the straps, she held the flimsy
garment against her breasts, grinning as she teased him.
“Hey, whose birthday is it? Yours or mine?”
She laughed at his little joke and kissed him again as he moved
closer. His hands moved slowly up and down her back, finally resting at the
fastening of her bra. With ease, Martin snapped it open and felt it slip down
between their bodies to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He pulled
her closer, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. He slid his hands down
her back again, letting them rest on the swell of her buttocks. He gave them a
playful squeeze and laughed as she protested loudly. He hooked his fingers into
the soft waistband of her thong and pulled down, allowing her to help him with
their removal. Satisfied that his woman was completely naked, once again he
stepped away and looked at her.
She rolled her eyes and crossed the bathroom. Grabbing an elastic
hair band, she gathered up her long dark hair and tied it up in a loose knot on
the top of her head. She picked up her glass of champagne and took another sip,
eying her boyfriend over the rim of her glass. “Well, what next?”
Martin didn’t answer for a second, his attention was directed
elsewhere. His gaze traveled the whole length of her body. Her small delicate
feet, her toenails painted a deep red. Her long, slim,
lightly tanned legs and smooth slender thighs. Her
womanly hips and flat, toned stomach. He allowed himself a while longer
when his gaze rested on her breasts. Perfect; not too big, yet full and firm.
They had yet to show a single trace of aging, sitting pert and proud topped
with pink nipples that were not quite erect. He pried his eyes away and
continued the ascent of his journey of her body; up over her delicate
collarbone, up her long slim neck, finally stopping again at her lovely oval
face. He crossed the room to her, and took her hand in his. He helped her step
into the large deep bath tub, and knelt down beside it as she settled down.
“Aren’t you coming in with me?”
“No Peaches, you just enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it more if you were in here with me,” she said, but
looked as if she didn’t care either way. She lay back, luxuriating in the
bubbles, her glass of champagne held loosely in the hand that she kept dangling
over the side of the tub. She closed her eyes and smiled as she heard soft
music begin to play. Chris DeBurgh’s
Lady in Red. She raised her leg and wiggled her toes, showing him her
painted toenails. She heard him laugh, and giggled herself; mainly at his
choice of cheesy love song.
He listened as she sang along, slightly off-key. Laughing, he
reached out and stroked her soft hair, brushing aside the strands that had
escaped from captivity. He got to his feet and leant down to kiss her forehead.
“Come into the bedroom when you’re done in here, I have another surprise for
you.” Martin left the room, ignoring her excited questioning.
He only had to wait five minutes until he heard the bathroom door
open and the sound of damp feet padding along the hallway. He smiled at her
impatience and sat down on the edge of their double bed. He watched the door as
it opened and she slipped inside, her beautiful face lighting up as she drank
in her surroundings. Every flat surface was cluttered with candles which made
the walls, painted a deep red, seem to glow. She ran over to the window where
two dozen red and white roses were artfully arranged in a crystal vase.
“God, I love you, you gorgeous man!”
She ran across the room, wrapping her bath towel tighter around her
body and jumped onto his lap, causing them both to be sent sprawling backwards.
She covered his mouth with her own and kissed him deeply, her hands finding
their way to his dark blonde curls. Her damp body, still encased in an even
damper towel, was pressed hard against him; their legs entangled.
“Hey! You’re making me all wet!”
“I could say the same about you.”
He laughed and gently pushed her away. “I’ll go and get the
champagne” Martin said, as he got to his feet, panting slightly from the
ferocity of her kisses. He winked at her and left the room quickly, eager to
return.
She watched him leave, and then noticed that he’d spread rose petals
all over their bed too. She smiled and scrambled to her feet. She let her towel
fall to the ground and reached up to untie her hair, watching in the mirror as
it tumbled around her shoulders in long glossy waves. She positioned herself on
the bed, in what she thought to be a seductive pose. However, it didn’t last
long as, on his return, she burst into a fit of giggles. He walked through the
door completely naked, his lean body listening with moisture; his modesty
protected only by the ice bucket that held their bottle of champagne.
“Isn’t that cold?”
“It’s freezing, now shut up.”
“You forgot the glasses!”
“We won’t be needing glasses.”
He set the bucket down on the floor beside their bed and positioned
himself over her. Martin brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her
lightly. She responded greedily, parting his lips with her tongue; causing
their mouths to mesh together tightly. After a minute or so, he forced himself
to pull away; he smiled at her disappointed face, and then lowered his lips to
her throat. He traced his lips slowly over the vulnerable skin, glad to hear
her low groans of appreciation. His hands traveled down her body to rest on her
hips as his lips moved down over her collarbone. With another quick kiss, he
knelt up between her legs, shaking his head as she moved to sit up with him.
She frowned and leant back on her elbows, watching him through slightly
narrowed eyes. Martin smiled and moved slowly down the bed.
Gently, he took one of her feet into his hands, rubbing the
underneath slowly and firmly with his thumbs. He rubbed harder as he heard her
moan and fall back against the pillows. He lifted the foot slightly and bent his
head, kissing the soft skin near the underneath of her toes. With his tongue,
Martin lightly traced a line up and down the underneath of her foot, causing
her toes to curl. He raised her leg higher, pushing it up over his shoulder.
With feather-light kisses, he kissed his way up her slender calf, over her
knee, and up along the inside of her thigh. He heard her breathe in deeply as
his lips moved closer towards her neatly trimmed pubic hair, only to breathe
out again in frustration as he stopped, and moved down to administer the same
treatment to her other foot and leg.
Only this time, he didn’t stop when he reached the top of her thigh.
She lowered her leg, curling it around his back as he kissed her pussy lips
softly. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his fingers part her lips, and his
tongue to find its way to her clitoris. But, that didn’t happen; instead
Martin’s lips moved upwards towards her stomach. She opened her eyes and raised
her head impatiently.
“You’re a fucking tease, do you know that?”
“Oh, shut up, you impatient peach. You know what they say.”
“What? That men are bastards?”
“No,” he replied, kissing up over her stomach, lifting his body
until his face was level with hers. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Oh …”
“No, you naughty girl,” Martin slapped her hand away gently as it
moved down between their bodies, reaching for his stirring cock. “Don’t do
that, just lie back and behave.”
She did as he asked and lay back as he kissed between her breasts.
With the thumb of one hand, he circled her nipple slowly, and with the other
reached down into the ice bucket, retrieving a single, melting ice cube.
Smiling at her, Martin pressed the cold cube against her nipple, making her
gasp. He ran it lightly over her breast, the droplets of water glistening on
her tanned skin. He moved the ice cube slowly over to the other nipple, gliding
it slowly across the little bud that hardened instantly. He slipped the ice
cube into his mouth and moved up to kiss her, feeling her cold, hard nipples against
his chest. They kissed, tongues pushing together, the ice melting in the heat
that their mouths were creating. He pulled away again, cool water running down
his chin, dripping down onto her chest. He reached down beside the bed again,
this time returning with the half-full bottle of champagne. He dribbled some
into her mouth, licking away the liquid that spilled over her lips. Sitting up
slightly, he held the cold bottle against her stomach, enjoying her squeals of
protest. Tipping the bottle, he poured a steady stream over her chest, watching
as the bubbly golden liquid flowed over her swollen pink nipples. Quickly
Martin bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it gently,
savoring the sharpness of the champagne mixed with the delicious flavor of her
skin. He circled the nipple with his tongue, sucking and biting at it gently;
moving his mouth across to her other breast as he felt her fingers run through
his hair and her little moans get louder and louder.
“Would you like me to finish what I started a few minutes ago?”
“Yes, please.”
He smiled at her whispered response, and replaced the bottle,
picking up another ice cube.
“No! Martin! Not down there!”
He ignored her, and positioned himself between her readily parted
legs. He pushed them further apart, and bent his head to kiss her pussy. He ran
his tongue up and down her pouty outer lips, and then
with his thumbs, spread them open to reveal her deep pinkness. Her clit was
already hard, poking out from beneath its little hood, eager for attention.
Glad to oblige, Martin pressed the smuggled ice cube against the sensitive nub,
causing her to cry out; her legs trying to push together to combat the cold. He
tortured her for a little while longer, rubbing the ice cube over her clit, watching
it melt; the water running down her pussy in tiny rivulets. Knowing that she
couldn’t take anymore, he lowered his head and took her hard little clit
between his lips, sucking it firmly; his hands spreading her pussy open even
wider. He licked at her harder as she raised her hips towards his face, his
tongue moving down from her clit to the opening of her vagina. Martin dipped
his tongue inside slightly, tasting her musky juices, and then began to lap at
her; his tongue flicking in and out of her pussy while his thumb continued to
rub at her clit. She was thrusting her hips now, practically fucking his
tongue; needing to feel it deeper inside of her. As he heard her the pace of
her breathing quicken, he quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers; pushing
them in and out of her as fast as he could manage, while his lips moved back up
to her clitoris. As she approached her orgasm, he felt her hands on his head;
gripping his hair, pulling his face closer into her pussy as she ground herself
against his fingers and tongue.
“Mmm, that was nice.”
He smiled, running his tongue along her soft pussy lips again,
tasting the sharp sweetness of her come. Pushing himself onto his knees, Martin
looked down at her flushed, smiling face. She reached out and grabbed his hand,
pulling it towards her face. Her eyes never leaving his, she took two of his
fingers between her lips and sucked at them slowly; tasting herself.
“Taste good, Peaches?”
“Mmm, I’d rather be sucking on something
else though.”
“Not tonight, you can do that tomorrow if you must.”
Martin took his cock, which was only semi-hard, into his hand and
started rubbing it with hard, firm strokes. She propped herself up on her
elbows and watched him; something she had always enjoyed. She watched as it
swelled in his hand, the wide red tip glistening with pre-come. She wanted to
lean down and lick it off, but decided against it, as he had warned her not to.
Instead, she reached down between her own legs with one hand and, with her
index and ring finger, spread herself open, using her middle finger to slowly,
lazily circle her hard, swollen clit.
“So impatient, aren’t you?”
She laughed and moved her hand away as he moved closer, cock still
in his hand. Martin lined it up with the entrance of her pussy and pushed, just
the head of his cock, inside her. He pulled back again, teasing her with the
tip of his dick. He wanted to hear her ask to be fucked. After a couple of
shallow thrusts, he got what he wanted.
“Please Martin, just fuck me.”
He couldn’t deny her, especially not on her birthday. Gripping hold
of her waist, he pushed his cock deep inside her, savoring the sensation of the
walls of her tight wetness gripping him. She raised her hips to meet his every
thrust, their pelvic bones grinding together as he slid his hard cock in and
out of her; pounding her pussy with hard, fast strokes. He leant forward and
took one of her nipples in his mouth, while his hands maneuvered her legs over
his shoulders once again, allowing him to enter her more deeply.
She pushed forward, her legs tightening their grip around his neck.
She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, crying out as he bit down softly on
her breast. He was banging in and out of her, slamming his cock deep into her
pussy, making her gasp with every thrust. She could feel the orgasm building up
inside of her; could feel the familiar tingling in her clit. He could feel it
too.
“Turn over.”
She took a moment to calm her breathing and quickly turned over onto
her knees, supporting her weight on her elbows.
“Spread your pussy for me.”
She did as Martin asked. Supporting herself with one arm, she
reached down between her legs and spread herself open wide, waiting to feel him
inside her again.
“Wider.”
He watched as she opened herself up for him; saw how wet she was and
how far her clit was protruding from its hood. From experience, he knew that
she wouldn’t last much longer; he doubted he would either. Taking his cock in
his hand again, Martin rubbed the tip against her clit and over her fingers;
teasing her once again. Then, without warning he thrust inside her, knocking
her off balance. Grabbing her hips to both steady her and support himself, he
pounded his cock hard and fast in and out of her cunt. He listened to her loud
groans of approval and picked up the pace; slamming himself in and out of her
tight, wet pussy.
“Oh God, MARTIN!!!”
She cried out as she orgasmed, a long
guttural shout as he continued fucking her. He felt her pussy get even slicker
as she came, coating his cock with her juices; her pussy contracting around
him. With one last thrust, he exploded, coming hard and fast inside her;
releasing long spurts of his warm thick come into her cunt. With a loud grunt,
he fell down on top of her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He brushed her
long, damp hair away from her shoulder and kissed the smooth skin that was
glistening with moisture.
“That was a nice birthday present.”
He smiled, listening to her slow panting, and rolled over onto his
back, lifting his arm as she snuggled in against his chest. Stroking the soft
skin of her arm, Martin kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair and
falling in love all over again.
“Feels like it’s my birthday, too.”
She tilted her head and they kissed, softly and slowly. She pulled
away, a sly smile spreading across her lips.
“Hmm, well, it’s your birthday is in a few months. I’ll just have to
see what surprises I can come up with.”
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