Miyabi Birthday 2

We'd moved into our own home together. Miyabi and I could finally be a real couple. It was a wedding gift of sorts from her father as he helped pay for it. He used to scare the daylights out of me and ask all kind of weird questions I swear it was as though every meeting with him was a job interview. Still it seemed like I'd finally won him over and he was just happy for his daughter to settle down at last.

 

My mission for today was to keep her distracted until the birthday party tonight. Her friend would be the host and I just had to keep her preoccupied and make sure time flew by. I thought the gifts would last longer but she tore through the wrapping and left it strewn all over the house within seconds. I thought she'd like the necklace and perfume the most but she actually gravitated towards the gym equipment and the kitchen utensils. She made a weird lovey-dovey expression when she handled the latter.

 

It was my job to handle lunch and I figured she'd like some chicken and egg over rice to snack on 'Miyabi come and get it!' I called and I heard thudding footsteps bounce down the hall and slowly trickle down to quiet taps. She shuffled over to the kotatsu in an attempt to contain her excitement and dug in to her meal.

 

She was wearing my black hooded sweatshirt again 'Isn't it a little warm for that?'

 

'I'm cold!' Miyabi pretended to shiver and clutched at the sleeves '...and it smells like you so it's like a little piece of you where ever I go.'

 

'I guess I should be flattered' I gave her a little grin. She was always stealing my clothes especially shirts and tops. There was even one time when she took my underwear because hers were in the wash.

 

She would finish quickly. You could always tell what her favourite food was by how fast she shovelled it down. 'Very good. Filling but an appropriate portion to keep it from being too heavy.' Miyabi just thanked me like I was a subordinate. It's one of the quirks I learned to deal with then enjoy. Her cheeks flushed 'But as the man of the house you really should leave the cooking to me.'

 

'Huh? I've always done my share of the cooking around here' I scoffed 'Besides it's your birthday you should relax.'

 

Miyabi wasn't satisfied with my answer. 'It appears I'll have to give you a test of strength! I must test your masculinity!' A test of strength? She sounded like her father. Which I guess is too be expected. 'Carry me!'

 

'Carry you?' I looked over at her and she averted her eyes. She was obviously shy about something so I took my chance to tease her a little 'You want a piggyback ride?'

 

'No.'

 

I kept going 'maybe throw you over my shoulder like a raiding barbarian. I can even smack you on the rear.'

 

'No!' She grumbled like a sulking child

 

Perhaps I took it a little too far 'Then how should I carry you?'

 

'Like you did on our honeymoon.' Miyabi mumbled 'I want to be carried like a princess.'

 

'Well I suppose it is your birthday.' I hooked my arms under her and raised her until she was cradled against me. She curled herself into my chest and rested her head on my shoulder. Her face was red.

 

'Take me to the bedroom.' She choked and spluttered over her words.

 

She was surprisingly light considering how tall she was and her muscular physique. As we reached the bed I playfully dropped her onto the soft mattress and she splayed out onto the bed. Her arms were stretched out and the sweatshirt was flipped open with only her t-shirt to cover her ample chest. She breathed heavily making her warm mounds heave up and down and her nipples pushed through the fabric. I was enraptured by her body and she took note.

 

'I also want this for my birthday...' She gulped and wrapped her legs around my waist. She was strong and understood centre of gravity so she pulled me onto the bed and rolled so that she was straddled over me. Her hands pinned my shoulders down then roamed down my arms until our fingers were linked together. Miyabi ground her crotch against me until she felt the pleasant sensation of a firm bulge.

 

I looked over to the bedside table and gestured for the pack of condoms but she shook her head 'I know we didn't talk bout this much but I want to start trying...' Miyabi couldn't look at me so I softly brushed her hands and fingers until she looked me in the eyes again and I gave her a nod.