By now, I was so hard, I felt as if my stiffness would come bursting out of my underwear. It was struggling for freedom, but my underwear acted as a tight, secure cage for it.
I paused kissing, and looked into her eyes with overflowing tenderness. I whispered, “I love you, Ishita. I love you so, so much.” She responded, “I love you, too.” I proceeded to remove her undergarment, and then removed my underwear. Foreplay in my underwear until the stiffness became unbearable, was my fetish, but I had enough of the foreplay, and I would never allow clothes to obstruct our contact. I entered her warm and wet core, and through slow, deliberate and profound movements, made love to her very soul. The afternoon sunlight painted our complete déshabillé as I swept the walls of her wet core with my stiffness. Its sheer power evoked passionate moans from her, which I sought to conceal through my equally passionate kisses. No, we did not have sex. We made love.
My body went through some spasms as I was on the verge of ejaculation. We both attained climax together, and I fell on her beauteous body as I experienced a gushingly exhilarating release. I did not remove myself from her immediately and rested until sometime.
As the stiffness effaced and it returned to normal, I removed it from her core and wore my underwear. She, too, donned her undergarment. I then lay beside her. For a while, we stared at the ceiling.
“What was that?”, she asked.
“Love. We made love.” I responded with a loving smile.
She smiled, “My thoughts precisely.”
We dressed, and as I proceeded to leave, I said, “I came here to give you a momentous birthday gift; our very intimate moments. Instead, you were the one who gifted these moments to me. I had a splendid time.” She smiled, and I kissed. We remained in that kissing pose for sometime.
As I stepped out of the door, she said, “Don’t forget to attend the party tonight. And maybe, as everyone leaves, you can gift me what I gifted you?” She winked, and I could only smile. . .