There were five things that my boyfriend Brian loved about me. He’d listed them just after we’d had sex on the morning of July 1st, just six days before his birthday. We’d lain together in the after sex bliss that seemed to follow us every time we fucked this early in the morning and he’d tangled his hands into my hair, gently stroking the silky strands as he counted off the facts on his calloused fingertips. Though I’d admit I hadn’t been listening all to intently as he spoke, those five little facts had remained in my head right for a week, when I was a due to fly out to spend Brian’s birthday with him. He had a show to play that night and I knew that the fans would keep him busy for a little while, giving him gifts and saying Happy Birthday to him. But, thanks to a carefully crafted plan that Zacky and I had thought out when I was lamenting about what to do for him for his birthday, I was going to make it a birthday he was never going to forget.

Number Five. You always have the cutest smile that can make me smile too. It’s infectious.
Number Four. Even on your days off, you look as sexy as hell. You could make any other man and woman jealous- even in sweatpants

Blissfully oblivious that I was even in Las Vegas with them, Brian stood on the huge stage and played his heart out to the final song of the night when I slipped into our private hotel suite, something I’d used my emergency credit card to rent for tonight. The place was huge, and just like I had requested, a bottle of champagne and two glasses were sat beside the bed in a steel bucket of ice, the liquid running softly down the side as condensation. Everything was perfect, I concluded as I walked around the hotel suite and checked that it was all in place. And now, as I pulled out the bag from my suitcase and prayed that nothing had gotten crushed in the car ride here, I opened up the large box that contained my little treats for tonight and licked my lips in anticipation. If Brian didn’t love me before now, he defiantly would after tonight.

Number Three. You don’t make a fuss when I get called out to work; instead you just let me go.
Number Two. You always know that if I’m angry, Twizzlers and Beer will calm me down

As I finished laying out all the treats I had baked for the night, I lifted out the final piece of my plan; a red and white striped bra and panty set that made it look like I was some sort of sexy candy cane. I couldn’t quite explain what it was about it that had screamed at me to buy it, but as soon as I’d tried it on in the changing rooms, I knew that Brian would be drooling all over for me when he saw me in it. The food idea had come quite naturally to me, because I was a chef- and food came naturally. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door, quickly shedding myself of my clothes.

Phone buzzing against the floor as a warning sign, I knew that it was Zacky telling me that they were on the move and that sooner or later, Brian was going to be walking into this hotel suite, wondering why on earth there were clothes strewn in a very obvious trail across the bedroom floor. I slipped on the lingerie, feeling a burst of new found confidence surge through me as I unlocked the bathroom door, adjusting the straps on my bra and running over to the champagne glasses, easier said than done in four inch heels, but there you go. Another buzz vibrated through the floor as Zacky sent me another warning and I almost dropped the bottle in surprise, quickly pouring two glasses and running back over to the bed, hoping to make myself look as sexually attractive to Brian as humanely possible.

Brushing my long dark hair away from my face and taking a deep breath, I rearranged my legs just in time to hear voices coming from just outside the hotel suite.
“---alright man, take it easy. I’ll see you tomorrow morning”
That was Zacky, I was sure of it. The door to the suite unlocked and clicked and I took another deep breath as the thrill ran through me again, making me shiver in the sweetest pleasure.

And Number One. The food you make is so orgasmic I think I’d die without it

Strategically, as I heard Brian walking around the living room of the suite, I wondered if he’d spotted the little hint I’d left him. For my birthday, amongst some expensive and totally un-nessacary (but beautiful) things, he had bought me a set of black lace underwear and stockings, suspenders and all. I’d left those particular lace panties hanging on the doorknob to the slightly ajar bedroom where I was currently lain out ready for him. I could just about see a smidge of lace peeking out at me and smirking, I watched as it was pulled out of sight by a tanned hand that I recognised so well. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he suddenly called out,
“Julia? Is that you?”

“I think you already know the answer to that one big boy” I purred back sensually and the door was yanked open, revealing Brian. Still sweaty from the show, beads of condensation dripping down his long and chiselled neck and onto his chest, his hungry mocha eyes raked over my half naked body, ever familiar smirk twisting across his lips. Without letting him say a word, I got up from the bed and picked up the two glasses, swaying my hips as I walked over to him and handed him a glass of champagne with a dazzling smile.
“Happy Birthday Bri-Bear” I smirked as he leant forward and pressed our lips together sweetly, something I knew was nothing more than a formality.

He was anything but sweet and tender when we had sex, and I knew as soon as I’d let him know that I was about to give him one of his most desired fantasies, he would turn into the dirty and daring man I’d fallen so hard for. He took a quick gulp of his champagne before putting both of our glasses down and leading me over to the bed, pushing me down onto the soft blankets and connecting our lips once again, in a rougher, more passionate kiss. I knew what I was wearing was driving him crazy and as I tugged his shirt off of his torso, I couldn’t help but let my tongue run down the salty skin of his neck, smirking at the taste.

“Look on your left- I thought you’d enjoy what I had planned for tonight” I whispered as I began to nibble at his earlobe, and suddenly as his head turned, he let out a loud moan, almost as if I’d touched him already.
“You are the best fucking woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling my own, Jules” he replied breathlessly as he almost leapt up off of the bed to grab his first weapon and I leant back against the pillows, watching his excited hands dance all over the food that I’d prepared.

“Close your eyes, baby. I want this to be a surprise” he whispered darkly and I let my eyelids flicker shut, obeying him. I felt hands tearing at my bra and soon I was completely naked in front of him, waiting for something to finally touch me. Suddenly, a cool sticky liquid ran from the valley of my breasts all the way down to my crotch, just pausing below my waist. It must have been the chocolate sauce, I concluded, when I felt Brian’s tongue teasing me, licking softly at the trail of chocolate that he’d left behind. Fuck it felt so damn erotic when he did that, I grabbed his hair in my hands and groaned softly, opening my eyes just a crack to watch as his pink tongue poked out and licked up my stomach, eyes connecting with mine as he did so.

Neither of us said a word, he just kept pouring the sauce over my skin until he’d licked almost all over it, leaving no space untouched. Just moving lower and lower until suddenly, I felt the liquid seeping past my thighs and into my core, something that made me gasp in pleasure as it happened. Brian didn’t say word, just quirked one of his eyebrows at me with his famous quizzical stare and kissed the skin of my thighs softly, teasing me until I’d finally had enough to the torturous ecstasy and yelled out,
“Fuck, Brian please!”
“Just because you asked so nicely…” he smirked and buried his face inbetween my legs, tongue darting out to lick away at the chocolate and at my dripping wet pussy.

I shuddered in pleasure, tangling his thick hair between my fingers and tugging, another kink I’d worked out that he’d had after all these years together. He eased one chocolate coated finger inside of me and lifted his mouth away for a moment, lips red and shiny with my juices and I damn near about came from the sight, he looked so perfect from here.
“You taste so fucking sweet baby, even better than the chocolate. You know I love your candy, but your pussy’s always my favourite treat” he whispered, even if it was a little cheesy, and wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking viciously until I was screaming and moaning out his name, fingers stretching me in the best possible way. Every part of me belonged to him; he had such a strange control over everything I did.

“Bri…baby please! Bri- I’m close!” I whimpered as another finger slid in and out of me, pumping as fast as he could as his mouth did most of the talking for him and explored every crevice of my core, licking and sucking wherever he knew I was weakest. The ball of pleasure was turning in my stomach, curling like a knot in my abdomen.
“Fuck! Brian!” I screamed out as I came, juices spilling into Brian’s mouth as I shook and convulsed for him, moaning out his name at every possible moment that my breath wasn’t ripped from me by the sheer pleasure I felt.

Not one to let me recover, Brian lifted himself up and licked his fingers clean, rolling us over so now I was on top of him. A large erection in the front of his pants, I bucked my hips against his a few times to make him moan out my name for the first time that night and leant over to grab one of the cupcakes I’d made, covered in a heaping of chocolate frosting (Brian really did have a chocolate fetish). I dipped my finger in, licking it clean with an innocent look across my face before I began to trail the frosting over Brian’s naked torso, running over it with my fingers. Once I was sure he was covered, I yanked down his boxers and threw them onto another side of the room, grabbing the base of his cock.

“You want me baby?” I whispered and he nodded, groaning when I began to pump him, teasing my slit with the base of his cock, something that made us both groan at the same time. Without waiting, as the tension rose in the room, I slid down his thick length, moaning loudly as I dug my nails into Brian’s thighs, feeling myself being stretched and pulled in the most pleasurable way. Not even bothering to wait for my body to adjust, I began to bounce up and down on his cock, leaning over and licking my way across Brian’s torso. His moans were like music to my ears, it made me feel so good that I made him feel that way.

“Fuck, Jules, fuck! You’ve had me on the edge for so long” he hissed as I began to tease his nipples with my tongue, running the leftover frosting over the little buds and licking over them, watching with glee as he squirmed and groaned under my touch, begging for some form of release. For minutes, we explored each other like animals, touching and licking at each other’s bodies to get a taste of the other. My body was building up for my second orgasm of the night and as Brian’s hands snaked forward to rub fast circles into my clit, he sat up, using his other hand to steady me as I pushed myself closer to the edge.

“Come with me baby” he choked out and just as he hit the sensitive spot hidden inside my body I cried out his name and came, walls clenching tightly around his cock. With a vicious bite at my neck he followed suit, groaning my name and shuddering in total pleasure, mouth hissing and whispering ever familiar words to me.
As we came down from our high, Brian pulled out and pulled me into his arms, pressing gentle kisses down my neck. The same position we lay in now was the same one we’d lay in all those days ago when he’d told me those five things he loved about me.

The very reason we’d just had sex.

“Happy Birthday baby” I whispered as we kissed softly, lips melting against his as we held each other. The tenderness of love was still burning bright inside of our hearts, and with each passing day I was finding myself loving him more and more.
“Best birthday present ever, pumpkin. Now” Brian smiled back, giving me a quick Eskimo kiss (one of my favourite things to do) before he grabbed a box of strawberries that had been sat beside our other treats.

“Ready for round two?”