Thrive - Side 2
A Memorable Birthday
It’s my birthday and just like I wasn’t there for her birthday this year, I’m not here for my own; birthdays are the absolute worst when it comes to touring.
“Happy Birthday, Alex.” she said via FaceTime during her break.
“Thanks Abby.”
“How’s it feel to be thirty? What do I have to expect next year?”
“Not much different from being twenty nine.”
“That means you’re still adorkable and hot as hell?”
She covered her mouth as I laughed.
“You don't have to answer that. I know you are and always will be. Hell, I'm looking at ya right now."
"And you'll be just as beautiful and sexy ten months from now."
She blushed.
"Thought I was supposed to flatter you today." she said, laughing.
"I'd apologize, but I don't really want to."
"You don't have to."
She was grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Enough about me. How are you? Scarlett?"
“I’m really tired today. Fatigue really sets in again during the third trimester, but I’m good other than that. Scarlett’s very active today, so she’s really good.”
“Good to hear aside from the fatigue. I can’t believe you’re still working.”
I hated it; she just enjoys making me worry about her.
“I have what? Ten weeks to go? I’ll be fine.”
“But, working when you’re this fucking tired? Come on, Abby! And you’re on your feet all goddamn day.”
“I know my body better than you do.”
So? I still care about you.
“I’ve seen the toll it’s taken on you and it’s not great.”
She looked at her belly and rubbed it.
“Are you gonna talk to me?” I asked.
“I’ll talk to you later. Love ya. Bye.”
Leaving work. Talk to you soon.
Abby texted me shortly after our phone call.
I’m so relieved. Talk to you when you get home?
Of course. Love ya!
Love ya, too.
She called me fifteen minutes later.
“Hey, Abby.”
“Hey.” she said smiling.
“Glad you listened to me.”
She shook her head.
“It wasn’t just you. An hour after my break, I realized that my bump was getting in the way and I was being clumsy. I spoke to my boss and we had a discussion about me going on maternity leave early. He agreed with me and he’s one hundred percent on my side.”
“He let you start today, then.”
“Yeah. He said I could start today if I wanted to.”
“Well, this is a load off my chest. I worry about you every single day.”
“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna be one hundred percent off my feet. You know that, right?”
“I do. That can’t be avoided.”
“I need to move somewhat.”
“It’s better than you being on your feet for nine hours a day.”
She nodded and looked down at her bump again.
"What?" I asked, noticing the look on her face.
Instead of answering, she positioned the phone so I could see two dogs.
"Clearly you guys love Scarlett already."
"They've done this before. It's incredibly heartwarming and sweet."
She moved the phone so she could see me again. She was smiling like crazy.
"I fucking love seeing you this happy."
She bit her lip in an attempt to not look like she was too happy; that’s impossible.
“And you’re so fucking cute right now.”
“Please stop.” she said in a not-so-serious voice.
“Are you sure? Oh wait... are you ‘uncomfortable’ right now?” I said using quotation marks around the word uncomfortable.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“It’s not good being on the receiving end. Is it? Like how you made me feel on your birthday?”
“This time it’s not... well, I can always say one word and it’ll change all that."
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Vi-“
“Abby.”
“Ok. Love you.” she said, trying to look innocent.
“I love you, too, weirdo.”
“Well, I’m gonna let you go. I’m in desperate need of a nap.”
“Is your lower-“
“I’ll be fine. Talk to you later.”
“You too.”
I smirked as I succeeded in her need to masturbate like she did to me on her birthday; the image of her wet and using that vibrator I once caught her using when I came home early from tour made my birthday better.
Abby thinks I am coming home from two long months of touring tomorrow, but I am actually going to surprise her by arriving today. I need her so badly that it’s just emanating from me; I could not get home faster.
“Fuck.” I heard.
I smirked.
“Yes. That’s the spot.” she moaned.
I opened our bedroom door to find her with her legs splayed and a vibrator in one of her hands.
“Having fun without me. Are we?”
She blushed as I crawled onto the bed and toward her, turning it off and taking it out of her. I leaned down and kissed her, pulling her toward me while she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I missed you.” she said, reluctantly detaching her lips from mine.
“I missed you, too.” I said, looking at her lustfully.
My hands traveled down her back and flirted with the bottom of her shirt.
“Come on...”
“What was that?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re one to make demands. Pleasuring yourself without me?”
“I couldn’t handle it until tomorrow.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
I stopped and pulled away from her. She removed my shirt, but when she went to unbutton my pants, I stopped her.
“I can take care of this.”
She made a sound of protest and fell back onto the bed; I removed my pants while she waited.
“Get on your knees.” I commanded.
She did.
“I’ll take this off now.”
She stared up at me while I did so.
“Turn around.”
I kissed her neck while I unclasped her bra and removed it then rubbed her breasts causing her to moan.
“Alex.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder as my hands traveled down her body.
“Fuck me.”
“Now, what did I tell you about making demands?” I said in a husky voice.
I was absolutely loving this… me being in control and Abby being putty in my hands. I began rubbing her and she moaned.
“Oh my God.”
One hand traveled back up to her right breast while the other traveled and I simultaneously rubbed her pussy.
“I’m gonna cum.”
And just as she said that, I stopped and backed away from her. I turned around and just looked at her.
“Why’d you stop?”
I pushed her down onto her back and attached my lips to her neck, taking a bite before going down and laying kisses all along her body. She ran her hands through my hair as I traveled down to her pussy where my mouth and tongue landed.
“Fuck.”
Not even a minute later, she tugged on my hair as she was on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Alex.” she moaned rather loudly.
I smirked and with one more flick, she was there.
“Can I make a command now?”
“I think you’ve been punished enough.”
“Kiss me.”
I pressed my lips back to where they belonged. She was quick to add tongue and ultimately battle mine.
“I need you inside me.” she said after a couple of minutes.
I separated from her and slipped off my briefs where my erection sprung free. I didn’t hesitate as I shoved myself inside her.
“I love you.” she moaned, wrapping her arms around me as tightly as possible.
Someone certainly missed me; the feeling is mutual.
“I love you, too.”
Whereas I looked at her lustfully earlier while we were having sex, all that was in my eyes was love, pure love and I sensed she could see the same in mine.
That was the one and only time, I caught her masturbating, but quite honestly, I wished it would’ve been more than that. Later that day, she sent a picture in her lingerie with me blowing a kiss as a last minute birthday present with a caption. I saw the text an hour after she sent it.
Someone in California loves you. Happy Birthday!
You just get hotter by the day! I love you and thanks for the present!
