Perfect birthday present

Joanne kissed me lightly on the lips. 'Many happy returns of this wonderful day,' she whispered against my mouth. The words slipped straight into my bloodstream. She stepped back, unbuttoning her blouse one slow motion at a time, and let the silk slide off her shoulders. Underneath she wore nothing. Her nipples were already tight. I tasted my own pulse. She guided me to the bed, stripped me with unhurried hands, then sank between my legs and took me into her mouth in one smooth motion. Heat. Suction. A slow sweep of tongue. She teased the crown, then swallowed deeper, moan vibrating straight up my spine. When I was dripping, she stood, licked her own fingers and reached behind her, pressing slickness over her tightest place. 'On your back,' she ordered. I rolled. Joanne climbed over me, straddled my hips, and grasped the base of my cock. She angled herself back, rubbing the slick head against her ass until it caught on the small ring of muscle. One steady push and I breached her. Her breath hitched but she didn’t stop. She sank lower, took me inch by inch until her ass met my thighs. Hot. Squeezing. Every flutter of that ring rippled up my length. She started to rock—long slow strokes at first, then faster, tiny grinds when she had me fully buried. My thumb found her clit, rubbed small, tight circles while she rode. Her moans spilled out raw. Sweat beaded between her breasts. I gripped her waist and thrust upward to meet her, driving deeper each time. She met every thrust with hungry need until she clenched, voice shattering. I followed seconds later, spilling inside her tight heat. We stayed like that—breathless, trembling—while her pulse fluttered around me. She leaned down, kissed the corner of my mouth, voice smoky. 'And that was only the beginning of the gift.'