“Would the birthday girl like champagne?” He asks. He drops barely there kisses down my neck, making me forget how to formulate words.
“I thought northern girls like me don’t drink champagne?” I tease and I feel his smile against my skin. The night we had first met, he had suggested I have some champagne so I could taste what class was.
“Ouch,” I yelp as he playfully slaps my backside.
“Get in the tub Manchester.”
Giving him a brief but playful glare, I walk into the tub and immerse myself in the water. Grayson walks over to the champagne and pours me a glass, and he leans over and offers it to me.
I go to take it from his hand, but he moves it out of reach and smirks. “Kiss first.”
I stretch up and kiss him ever so softly and briefly on his lips. He fights a smile. “Tease.” He exclaims before he hands me the glass.
I lean back against the side of the tub and sip my champagne. It is the only champagne I like, and it tastes like heaven. My attention diverts when Grayson undoes his shirt. I watch every button as it opens and chew on my lip as I drink him in. My man has a body to die for. Chiselled abs and a flawless washboard stomach. Oh, and did I mention his arse is the finest I’ve ever laid eyes on? He smirks confidently, his eyes never leave mine. Grayson is confident in his own skin, and that just makes him all that more desirable. He pulls the zipper down on his trousers, making me squirm in my seat as my core heats with want. Grayson pulls his boxers down with his trousers and his hard length springs free, and it begs to be touched and worshipped. He steps into the hot tub and reaches behind him to grab his glass. He looks at me with such heat and need that it melts me from the inside out.
“Come here Manchester,” he orders, beckoning me with his finger. He knows I love it when he is demanding in the bedroom.
With my heart thundering in my chest, I place my glass down on the side and move across the tub until I am standing in front of him. He lazily takes a slow torturous drink while he looks me over before he reaches for me and lowers me down onto him.
“Oh god,” I groan as he fills me.
He smirks. “I love it when you call me god.”
I playfully slap his cheek and he chuckles. He moves his hips and I forget anything else other than the feel of him. The world can burn around us and I would be oblivious, lost in how he fills me, how he moves inside me, in how he makes me feel so worshipped and adored.
“So fucking perfect,” he moans as he moves his hips harder and faster and the water splashes around us. His finger presses against my clit, intensifying my pleasure.
“So good,” I moan, my head rolling back as I lose myself in the ascent to my release.
“Look at me, Manchester,” he orders, gently gripping my chin with one hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Look at me baby, I want to see you come.”
I grip on his shoulders tightly and move my hips wanting him to go faster and harder chasing that crest that I need so badly.
“Fuck,” I shout out loud as I explode into a thousand pieces, crying out his name. He smiles with satisfaction before he picks up speed and chases his own release. His hips move faster and harder until I feel him spill inside of me, whispering my name as he does. There is nothing more satisfying in this world than watching him come.
I lean my forehead against his as we both come down from our high and catch our breaths. He reaches out and brushes my hair off from my face.
“That day we had sex, right here in this tub, I knew I was a goner. I knew you had me under your spell, Manchester.”
I can’t help but smile as memories of that moment fill my mind. “I love you.”
He cups my neck and kisses me with blinding passion, making sure I know he feels the same. “Ditto, Manchester. Fucking ditto.”
“This is the best way to spend my birthday, ever,” I tell him with a satisfied grin. “Sex and pink champagne.”
He taps my nose playfully. “Hold that thought baby, because this day is far from over, and neither is the sex.”
“Okay,” I reply breathlessly, I am always down for more sex. He carefully lifts me off him and passes me my glass and picks up his own.
“To the birthday girl.”
I clink my glass against his. “To me.”
We finish our drinks and I watch with appreciation as he steps out of the tub, as naked as the day he was born and he holds out a towel for me.
“We’re leaving? I thought we were just getting started?” I ask in a playful tone.
He winks. “Baby, this was just the starter. The main course and the cake come later.”
Well, what can a girl say to that? I stand to my feet and walk towards him and he wraps me up in the towel and has a quick grope of my backside before he turns and covers himself with his towel.
“Get dressed, Manchester. We have somewhere to be.”
Giddy with excitement at what he has planned next, I dry myself quickly and throw my uniform back on. Grayson locks up the pool house and we climb back into
