Chapter 14 #2
“Twenty-five carats for the center stone and twenty-five rare ruby chips were used to make this. The same applies to the bracelet. Gian sent a personal note, which is at the bottom of the case. Please make sure you read it, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”
I grinned, nodding. “So, twenty-five is the magic number? I assume that’s the count for the flowers in each vase.” It didn’t take much to piece together the recurring theme.
“It is. Happy twenty-fifth birthday, Nari. As much as I’d love for this to be a celebration of you, it’s more mine than yours.
I’m blessed to share this with you—your first celebration of life on your official day.
I never want you ever to feel as if your birthday is a nuisance or a luxury.
Your gift has twenty-five precious and rare stones because you’re precious and rare to me.
I love you more than words can express.”
“Thank you.”
“No need for thanks.”
“So. . . now what?”
“That’s up to you. I can order us dinner, or we can go out if you’d prefer.” His eyes lowered to mine, waiting.
“I kinda would rather stay in if that’s okay with you. I was thinking about spending some time out there.”
“It’s your day. You call the shots. Any suggestions for dinner?”
“Nope, you can choose.”
After I got over the initial shock of my birthday surprise, Kincaid removed a gift from his suitcase. It was from my mother and had me bawling like a baby again. I had somehow turned into an emotional mess, but I used the cop-out of my hormonal surge and blamed our son.
My mother gave me my hospital bracelet and a stack of letters she wrote to me every year on my birthday.
I called her to thank her and promised to read them all that evening.
She was also an emotional mess, but it felt amazing to know that even if I hadn’t been with her, she still loved me and thought of me every year.
She celebrated my life when no one else did, and my heart felt full for that.
Kincaid and I both dressed in beach attire, me in a two-piece exposing my slight belly, while he wore matching trunks.
We spent a little time walking along the beach, treading in and out of the water but only going about knee-deep before settling into one of the lounge chairs behind the house.
I read through my mother’s letters while Kincaid remained quiet, allowing me the space to deal with my emotions.
His hands moved gracefully across my skin, mainly my stomach, reminding me he was there, supporting me while I got to know my mother a little more.
Some letters were pages long, and the others were simply handwritten statements saying, “Happy Birthday, I love you.” Regardless, each meant the world to me, so I called her when I was done.
The two of us cried once more, but it was a release we both needed.
Kincaid ordered dinner, which we ate on the balcony before retiring inside for the evening. After a shower, he was all over and in me. I was blessed with my first round of orgasms by way of his tongue, then the fun really began.
“I’m obsessed with your body. Every curve, the softness of your skin, your stomach.”
I grinned, watching through lazy, lustful eyes as Kincaid traveled up my body, pausing at my stomach.
He peppered my skin with kisses while balancing his weight so it didn’t rest on me.
I should have been ashamed that something so sweet felt erotic.
He was honoring our son, and my horny ass felt my sex clenching from the petal soft feel of his lips.
“Everything about you is beautiful. I’m so fucking blessed.”
By the time his face was hovering above mine, his mood had shifted again.
His eyes were low as he pushed my thighs open a little more, making room for himself.
When I felt the pressure from his head then the thickness of his length easing into me slowly, my body relaxed.
It was a natural reaction because his hardness, in contrast to the softness of me, felt so damn amazing.
He widened me with ease. My body belonged to him and he was an expert on how to please me.
Kincaid retreated and returned again and again until he located that place that had my muscles clenching and my back arching away from the mattress.
He handled me with small movements, which amounted to gentle thrusts that heightened my experience.
My body has been so sensitive lately. Something as simple as my T-shirt brushing against my nipples could have my thighs clenching and my panties soaked.
This only excited and amused Kincaid. He seemed to use it to his advantage.
I didn’t mind because my climaxes were dangerously intense.
I could feel everything, like at the present, I would swear to feeling the exact position of his mushroomed head when he reached its destination.
I could literally feel every inch of him.
After allowing his tongue to explore my mouth, his lips found my nipples, followed by his eyes on me again. The way he looked at me caused my body to shiver. Kincaid cherished and loved everything about me, making my emotions go haywire again.
When I came, he came in such an explosive way that I couldn’t begin to explain the way my mind and body took flight.
My entire frame vibrated to the pulse of his dick, which was still embedded deep within me.
The two of us remained connected, panting and touching misted skin like it was necessary to regain our conscious minds.
After a few minutes, Kincaid was on his side, with arms open, requesting my presence.
I didn’t hesitate because I needed it just as much as he did.
He held me as if he needed to protect me from the world, from anything or anyone that would do me harm, and at the core of my soul, I knew he would.
That feeling of peace allowed me to close my eyes and drift. I was asleep in no time.
What an incredible first birthday!