They talk a moment

“Fuck,” she croaks. “You really gave it to me.”

I see her looking around, awkwardly holding her messy hand out, as if she’s trying to find something to clean herself up with. I’m still catching my breath, staring at her like she’s some kind of birthday miracle, checking out all of the spots where I marked her.

“You okay?” I manage, feeling shot.

“More than okay,” she nods. Giving up on finding something she can use to clean herself with, I splutter when I see her lick the jizz from her hand that she’d wiped off her face. Using a finger, she scrapes more off her cheek and sucks it off.

Her eyes flick down to my cock that’s glistening with her saliva, but see no signs of any missed cum, then back up to me. That triumphant little smile returns, even though there’s the mess on her face.

“How bad is it?” she asks, but it seems as if she already knows the answer to her question.

“Yeah… It’s still pretty bad,” I answer honestly. “You can use my pants if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s got to be the least I can offer,” I answer, starting to sit up.

Then she leans forward, presses a final, filthy kiss to the head of my dick before using the pant leg of my slacks to wipe her face. Turning to me for approval, I nod at her, telling her, “I think that’s about as good as you can hope for, all things considered.”

With that, Sofia settles fully into my lap, straddling my thighs. The silver dress has ridden up high on her legs so that the sequins are scratching the shit out of me, but I couldn’t care less.

“Got you again,” she whispers, sounding smug. “With time to spare, no less.”

I grin, dropping my head back against the head rest as I stare at her.

“Jesus, Sofia, I’ve never…” I shake my head, “Nothing’s ever felt like that.”

She smirks and looks away with a shrug, then reaches up and boops the tip of my nose with her index finger.

“Good,” she says. “Because it wouldn’t have been a very good birthday present if you had.”

I laugh disbelievingly over how casual she is about everything. She leans in, resting her forehead against mine, and I can feel the breath rushing out of her nose and over my lips.

“I’ve always been pretty good at it,” she confesses quietly as if she’s not sure she should be saying anything, “ever since I figured out that if I just push past the gag reflex, it stops bothering me pretty quick. Once I learned that… well…” She trails off with another shrug. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about anything to do with other guys right now.”

I snort at her sudden insecurity. “Hey, I don’t care who you’ve been with before. In fact, I feel like I owe them all a thank you note for helping you master that skill.”

She bursts out laughing, throwing her head back. When she peers back down at me, her eyes have a twinkle of relief in them.

“You know,” she says, “it’s nice not having someone freak out for once when I mention another guy. If I didn’t have a mouth coated in your cum, I’d kiss you right now.”

I gaze at her, wanting to kiss her, but feeling a bit thankful for her not doing it.

“Later,” she promises. “After I’ve brushed my teeth. That work?”

I smile and nod, and then something outside the window catches her eye. She peers past me, focusing on the back window of the limo.

“We’re getting close to my house,” she murmurs. “We should probably get your pants back on… and maybe crack a window. It smells like sex in here.”

It’s my turn to bark out a “ha” at the sudden shift. “Probably a good idea then.”

She slides off my lap with a **** little sigh, kneeling to hand me my shoes and pants. When I’m fully dressed again, with my shirt tucked in as best I can, she sits beside me and reaches over to crack the window just a few inches. Cool night air rushes in, cutting through the thick, musky scent, as she leans into my side, pulling my arm around her shoulders.

“Enjoying your birthday so far?” she asks softly.

“Meh,” I joke. “I mean, I got the woman with the best ass to take me home, but I haven’t gotten to see it.”

She gasps at my response, starting to push against my chest to look up at me. I squeeze her tighter with the arm around her shoulder, pulling her back in before I can properly see her face.

“Kidding! I’m kidding. Best birthday by a mile.”

She playfully pinches the nipple closest to her, making me jump and her chuckle.

“Yeah, you better change your answer.” I can hear the teasing in her voice regardless of what she says.

“Any single part of this night from the limo, to the club, to what you just did, would make it the best birthday ever.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” she says, toying with one of the buttons on my shirt. “Besides…” she starts, but it sounds like insecurity has slipped into her voice, and then she doesn’t say anything else.

“Besides…?” I probe.

I feel her shoulder shrug as she continues fiddling with the next button down my shirt. She doesn’t say anything, and all I hear is the click of my button flicking out from under her nail as she plays with it.

“You can say whatever you want,” I try to comfort her. “I promise you’re not gonna say anything that’ll freak me out.”

“It’s not that,” she replies, shrugging again. “It’s just… it’s that I’m not one of your eighteen or twenty-year-old girlfriends.”

“So? You’re still incredible.”

“Yeah, in clothes,” she squeaks out. “You may not think so if you see me out of them. You gotta remember, I’ve had two kids, and there’s only so much I can do to compensate for that. My ass may have a couple more dimples than you’re used to,” she chortles nervously.

I can’t help snickering in return. “For what it’s worth, I’ve already got a pretty good idea of what your ass looks like.”

“What do you mean?” she asks after a second.

“Well, you remember that time you stepped on one of the kids’ toys, and Carlos came over, smacked and grabbed your ass, then took the food from me?”

A few more seconds pass, then she shakes her head. “Uh-uh.”

“Ok… so, it was really early on when I started delivering to you, but you were wearing one of your little pairs of shorts, and when you bent over, the bottom of your ass was sticking out of them, so I got a pretty decent view of it then.”

“They were not!” she says, pushing back to make eye contact.

I grin and nod with a sheepish, “Uh-huh.”

“I don’t believe you,” she says, screwing her face up and squinting her eyes at me.

“Then how do I know you’ve got a bit of a tan line where your ass meets your thighs?” I question her.

Her hand immediately leaves my chest where she pushed herself up, flying to her ass. “No I don’t!”

“Yes you do!” I mock.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!”

“Oh my god! I’m so embarrassed. And you looked?” she asks, almost incredulously.

“You’re the one that bent over and stuck that thing in the face of a twenty-year-old.” At this point, I can’t wipe the grin off my face as her mouth hangs agape.

“It doesn’t mean you… ogle me!”

“Well fuck, how do I not? Like I said, that ass was the best one in the club tonight!”

With an exasperated laugh, she drops back down against my chest. “Oh my god, I took a perv out for his birthday.”

“And he’s very grateful to you for it,” I respond, and kiss the top of her head. “Thank you again for all of it.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, chuckling, then kisses my chest through my shirt.

A minute later, she recognizes a house through the dark tinted side window. “We just pulled onto my street.”

“Good, because I need to do something about these pants. I can feel my cum smearing on my leg where you wiped your face. It’s cold.”

She bursts out in an unexpected laugh once more. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re not the one with it drying in your eyelashes.”

Her response totally throws me off. I’m not prepared for that, and I start laughing. “Touché,” I concede.

“I can wash them for you while you’re here.”

Not wanting to impose, I shake my head even though she can’t see it. “You don’t have to do that. I can rinse it off in the sink or something.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine, and it’s not up for debate.”

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