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the background, and the smell of something delicious is wafting through the air. We break apart and I walk further inside the living room, his gaze not leaving me. He’s standing there with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall, where he’s been since I arrived. I love it when he watches me. There’s something so damn sexy about seeing the want in someone’s eyes as they follow you, undressing you.
    A shiver races down my spine. I wish he’d undress me with more than that.
    “You look good,” he says in a husky voice.
    “So do you,” I smirk, biting my lip, trying to tame the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. Why am I so nervous?
    “Come here,” he murmurs.
    He pushes himself off the wall and moves toward me, his arms moving around my waist. He slips off my jacket, abandoning it on the floor. Slowly stepping backwards, my ass hits the dining table behind me, halting me . I groan as he pushes me harder against the table. He’s hard. I can feel his cock pressing into my hip, and it’s turning me on to no end. 
    His eyes don’t stray from mine as his hands grip my thighs. He lifts me up onto the table, nudging my legs apart as he stands between them.
    My body is crazy. I’m horny as fuck, and all I can think about is him being inside me. I grab the bottom of his shirt and motion for him to take it off while I work on unbuttoning his jeans. He stops my hand from undoing the zipper when he lowers himself to his knees and pulls my dress over my hips.
    Leaning back on the table to rest on my elbows, a whimper escapes me as his lips brush along my material-restricted entrance. I’m so wet, and the feel of him touching me there is making me wetter. I groan loudly and buck as he pulls the fabric of my lacy thong aside, his tongue thrusting inside me. 
    Jesus, his tongue is magic. 
    “Fuck, Jill, you’re intoxicating,” he says, panting heavily.
    I can feel my orgasm isn’t far off and I pull on his hair, gripping it in my fists.
    “Eli, please. I need you,” I gasp.
    He stands and runs the back of his hand across his mouth. He brings his lips to mine for a chaste kiss, and I can taste myself on him—it’s so sexy. Letting his pants fall to the ground, he thrusts into me suddenly. My walls start to contract around him but I’m trying to hold off as long as I can.
    We’re both watching his slick cock pump me and it’s spurring us on further.
    “Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer,” he groans.
    My arms collapse and I fall back on the table as he holds my thighs and thrusts deeper inside me. I cry out as my body releases, climaxing so hard that my back arches off the table.
    “Fuck, I love you,” I mumble, the words tumbling out before I can stop myself.
    Eli stills, his eyes closed, and collapses on top of me as he releases inside me.
    We lie there for a couple of minutes, drenched in sweat. The smell of sex is all around us and I hope we are eating on this table tonight. It’s such a unique smell, our smell.
    “So, dinner’s ready. I kinda got sidetracked.” He smirks.
    “Really? I didn’t notice,” I tease, smiling.
    Walking into the kitchen, I see a small round wooden table set up, complete with a white tablecloth, flowers, and candles. Add the faint background music, and you can’t get much more romantic than this.
    I slip into one of the chairs and watch as Eli pours me a glass of wine. My heart swells. He’s everything I’ve wanted all my life, and I can’t believe how lucky I am.
    Eli takes a seat across from me, holding his hand out to me, and I place my hand in his. I feel like I’m giving him my heart. Turning my hand over so it’s face up, he places an envelope gently on my fingers. I look down at our hands and then back up to him with a look on my face that would resemble an excited kid in a candy store. 
    “Happy birthday, Jill,” he whispers, pushing my hands toward me to open it.
    I take my time to open the present.  This is my first present from a