Free Birthday List by Willa Edwards

BIRTHDAY LIST
    Naughty Holiday List Book
3.5
     
    WILLA EDWARDS
    Copyright © 2012
     
     
     
    Callie turned over, throwing her arm
over her eyes to block the sun flaming through her lids. She
glanced over at the clock – nine am. Even on a day off, she was
incapable of sleeping in.
    She slid her hand over the pillow next
to her, still warm from Eric. Unlike her, he didn't get a spring
break. He'd talked about taking some time off while she was on
break, but true to form, one of his charges had a competition and
he couldn't miss it. He was completely devoted to those kids.
Callie smiled. She loved that about him. His giant heart and his
loving devotion to the handicapped kids he worked with. That kind
of caring was sexier than washboard abs any day, though Eric had
those too.
    She rolled over, stuffing her face
into the pillow and inhaling deeply. His masculine smell tickled
her nostrils. Wetness dripped between her legs. The only problem
with his big caring heart was he wasn't here with her.
    She had all kinds of fun plans for the
break, including joining Amy, Krista and Giselle for a Mirage
concert. Mallory, one of their best friends and Mirage girlfriend,
had even sent them backstage passes to spend the evening with her
and her guys. But she’d rather spend the whole time in bed with
Eric, screwing him every way she could think of, and a few more.
Especially today.
    Every man deserved a good morning fuck
to start off his birthday.
    She moaned softly, an ache beginning
between her legs. "Damn I wish he was here right now." She ran her
fingers down her body, caressing her chest. She grazed her peaked
nipples, already awake and ready, long before the rest of her. She
pinched and tugged them through her thin tank top, imagining it was
Eric’s mouth nipping at her. She arched her back, the deep tugs
zinging down her body, straight to her clit.
    She slid her other hand down her
chest, along her stomach, to the spot aching for attention.
Slipping her fingers inside the elastic waistband of her underwear,
she experimentally brushed along her slit, finding the flesh there
already slippery and tingling. It had been so long since she’d
touched herself. With Eric in her bed every night, she had no need
to.
    In three years of friendship, she
never guessed he was so talented with his tongue or fingers. Just
the thought of him could make her this crazy – this aroused. When
she reflected about all the time they’d wasted, she always felt a
little sad. But she had him now, and that’s what
mattered.
    She rubbed her thumb across her clit,
arching her hips into her own hand. Her heart pounded in her ears.
She moaned, imagining it was Eric’s hands touching her. Stuffing
three fingers into her pussy, she thrust them deep, dreaming they
were Eric’s cock inside her. She continued to pull at her nipples,
twisting the swollen tips between her fingers.
    Goosebumps rose across her chest. Her
nipples and clit ached. The muscles of her thighs shivered and
quaked. Her pussy rippled around her fingers and her breath became
raspy. On the last deep thrust of her fingers, she pushed down on
her clit. The pressure sent all her nerves into overdrive. She
screamed out, her entire body shaking. Sweat beaded along the back
of her neck. Her nipples tightened into hard nubs beneath her
touch.
    Her pussy continued to clench around
her fingers, her clit vibrating as the pleasure ripped through her
body. She gave a little moan, biting down on her lip as she came.
Replete, she relaxed into the soft bed beneath her. It wasn’t
nearly as good as coming with Eric, especially the lack of his warm
arms around her and his soft whispered words of love. But it’d be
enough to hold her off until tonight, or at least until the moment
he walked in the door. She made no promises after that. Who didn’t
love a little pre-dinner birthday hanky-panky?
    She rolled over into the still warm
spot on the other side of the bed. Something crinkled beneath her
and she let