A Birthday Surprise – Cristina’s Midnight Gift

It was his birthday, and I had been planning this for weeks. Keen, my boyfriend, the man who made my heart race and my body ache with just a look, was turning 30, and I wanted to give him something he’d never forget. Something wild, something unforgettable. Something that would make him wake up knowing he was the luckiest man alive.

I waited until the middle of the night, when the house was quiet and the only sound was the soft rhythm of his breathing. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silvery glow over his naked body. He was lying on his stomach, the sheets tangled around his waist, his back rising and falling with each breath. Dios mío, he was beautiful—strong and lean, with skin that begged to be touched. And I couldn’t wait any longer.

I slid out of bed, my heart pounding as I moved to the foot of the bed. I knelt there for a moment, just watching him, my body already humming with anticipation. And then, slowly, I reached out and ran my fingers up the back of his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

He stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake. Good. I wanted to surprise him.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the small of his back, and then I trailed kisses down his spine, my hands sliding up to grip his hips. He shifted again, his breath hitching, and I smiled against his skin. He was starting to wake up, but I wasn’t done yet.

I moved lower, my lips trailing over the curve of his ass, and then I kissed him there, right where his cheeks met. He tensed, his body stiffening as he realized what was happening, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was too turned on, too desperate to taste him.

“Cristina…” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “What are you…?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I spread his cheeks and pressed my tongue against him, licking him slowly, deliberately. He gasped, his body jerking as he fully woke up, but I held him in place, my hands gripping his hips as I continued to explore him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice trembling. “Cristina, you’re…”

I didn’t let him finish. I licked him again, my tongue circling his tight ring before pushing inside. He moaned, his hands clutching at the sheets as I worked him, my tongue teasing and probing until he was shaking beneath me.

“Dios mío,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re going to kill me.”

I smiled against his skin, my hands sliding up to grip his hips. “Happy birthday, baby,” I whispered, my voice low and sultry. “Now turn over.”

He didn’t hesitate. He rolled onto his back, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. And then I saw it—his cock, hard and throbbing, begging for my attention. I didn’t make him wait.

I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him as I sucked him deep. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I moved, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock before taking him all the way down. He was big, thick, and I loved the way he filled my mouth, the way he tasted.

“Cristina,” he gasped, his hips bucking as I sucked him harder, faster. “I’m not going to last…”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was too turned on, too desperate to make him come. And when he finally did, his body tensing as he spilled into my mouth, I swallowed every drop, my body trembling with pleasure.

He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I crawled up beside him, my lips brushing against his ear. “Happy birthday, Keen,” I whispered, my voice teasing. “I hope you enjoyed your surprise.”

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re incredible,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I love you, Cristina.”

“I love you too,” I said, smiling as I rested my head on his chest. And as we lay there, tangled together in the moonlight, I knew this was a birthday he’d never forget.