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edges of her eyes, and tugging at his
heart.
    “I know, baby.” He needed her to touch
him too. More than he could express.
    He pulled her wrists to his mouth,
grabbing the licorice between his teeth and biting through the
cord. The rest of the candy fell away, as Callie lifted her arms
and wrapped them around his neck.
    She rose up, grabbing hold of the
licorice vine hanging from his lips and bit into it. She nibbled up
the string until their lips met, her mouth sliding across his. Her
tongue plunged into his mouth, skating along his teeth and diving
between for more of the sweet strawberry flavored
licorice.
    His tongue moved with hers,
the flavors of candy and Callie skidding across his taste buds. He
slammed into her harder, deeper. Small whimpers and moans slipped
past her lips – the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. Much sweeter
than the candy or the frosting decorating her body. He'd give up
all of that and chocolate for a lifetime if it meant he could hear her like
this forever.
    She cried out, throwing her head back
as she came again. Her pussy rippled around him, clutching hard at
his cock. He continued to thrust into her, riding through each
contraction. The tight grip of her pussy along his shaft milked
him, pushing him towards the edge, until he couldn’t hold off his
orgasm any longer. He bellowed, slamming into her one last time.
His balls pulled up tight to his groin and let go.
    His whole body went slack, dropping
limply against her. In the back of his mind he vaguely heard the
crunch of pretzels being crushed between them.
    For a few minutes they just lay there
in silence, his cock still buried deep inside her, her creamy
thighs cradling him, her soft breasts molded against his chest. She
raked her nails back and forth across his shoulder blades, slowly
reawakening his nerves even as his body protested. She had wrung
him dry – again. Just lifting his head sounded like a gigantic
feat.
    Callie kissed his temple. "How did you
like you're birthday surprise?"
    He pulled back to stare at her wicked
grin. She could be really evil when she wanted to be, and he loved
it. What had he done before her? How had he lived? It didn't seem
like living. Callie was life.
    "Best birthday present ever." He
smiled at her.
    She shook her head, threading her
fingers through his hair. "This isn't your birthday present. Your
present's wrapped in the other room. This was just the best way to
eat your cake."
    She smiled up at him, tugging his head
back down to her. Their mouths touched, lips molded together. No
other woman had ever kissed him the way she did. Sweet and tender,
confident and demanding, making him dizzy and steadying him at the
same time.
    He drew back from her, staring down at
her bright green eyes. The corners of her mouth hitched up in that
sweet little smile that always made his heart beat faster. Her
taste still tingled across his lips, yet he wanted more of her. He
could never have enough. Even if he had a lifetime, it wouldn’t be
enough Callie for him.
    Pushing a sweaty lock of hair back
from where it stuck to her face, she smiled up at him.
    His heart pounded and his gut churned.
Now was the time. He rose from her body, reluctantly withdrawing
from her soft flesh. If all went well, he’d be pressed up against
her soon enough.
    “What are you doing?” She called after
him, confusion coloring her question.
    “Getting my birthday present,” he
called back over his shoulder, racing to the doorway, where he’d
left his coat.
    “Where are you going? I put your
birthday present in the kitchen.”
    He shrugged his shoulder. She’d
probably bought him a fantastic present. Sentimental, thoughtful.
But he had something else in mind.
    His hands fumbled,
searching through his jacket. It had to be
here . He blew out a nervous and excited
breath as he dug into the right pocked and pulled out a small
velvet box. Palming the square, he ran back to the dining room.
He’d carried the small box with him for over two