“No. They’re just for you.”
“I think it might be my new favourite cake flavour.”
“Really?”
“Yes. One for the wedding cake?”
I shake my head, brushing my lips over his as I do. “Nope.”
“No?”
I laugh as he gives me puppy eyes.
“But—but that’smean!”
“They’re just for you,” I reiterate. “Only you. I’m going to call them ‘Addy’s Sakura Cakes’.”
“What did I do to deserve having a cupcake named after me?”
I shrug. “You’re you. And you’re amazing. Always have been, always will be.” I play with the buttons on his shirt and tug at my lower lip with my teeth. “I wanted to show you how much I love you.”
“I’m not in any doubt that you do.” He kisses my cheek, making me lift my face to stare into his eyes.
“Addy…”
He strokes my face with his knuckles. “Yes?”
“I was wondering…would you…? Could we…?” I blow out a breath. “I want you to make love to me.” I swallow. “Now.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.” I grab his shirt and pull him to me for a long kiss. “I want you. I think we’ve done enough playing, haven’t we?”
It’s been a few weeks since we first lay together and used our fingers and then the smallest training plugs. We’ve experimented several times since then. Addy did try the next size up plug, but it was clear he wasn’t into it. He’s stuck with the smallest one, wearing it when we frot. He says it enhances his orgasms just enough without feeling like it’s too much.
I’ve slowly worked my way through the set of three plugs. I can wear the biggest one comfortably now, so I want more. I want Addy.
“Did you make me cupcakes to seduce me?”
I tilt my head and scrunch my lips as I pretend to think about his question. “Yes. Did it work?”
He runs his fingers through my hair, tipping my head back so he can kiss me deeply. “For the record, you don’t need cupcakes to seduce me.”
“But did they help?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.
“Yes.”
He kisses me again, tugging my T-shirt off as he does so. We have to break the kiss so he can pull it over my head, but the second he’s dropped it on the floor, his mouth is on mine again, and his large, warm hands are roving all over my bare skin. Then he runs his hands down to my arse cheeks, cups them, and lifts me off the table. He carries me through to our bedroom—we’ve both moved into his room, which is the slightly larger of the two—kissing me the whole way. How he can do that without tripping, I don’t know, but I’m glad he’s steady on his feet.
He lays me on the bed, his hands moving to undo my jeans as he keeps kissing me. I tangle my fingers through his hair and beard, kissing him as though I’m famished and he’s a precious meal. I can’t get enough of him. It only takes him seconds to finish undressing me. He kneels between my legs, staring down at me. I lie still. I want to take his clothes off, but I also like the way his stare is devouring every inch of my body.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says.
“So are you.” I grin. “But you’ve also got too many clothes on.”
I watch as he undoes his buttons. His actions are far too slow for my liking, so I sit up and take over, undoing the buttons so fast you’d think my life depended on it. I kiss his chest as I slide his shirt off his shoulders and arms and then toss it onto the floor. I kiss my way down his stomach as I undo his trousers and then push them down. I can see the outline of his cock beneath his underwear, already hard. I run my lips over the fabric, kissing over his cock. Neither of us has tried oral yet, and I’m honestly not sure I dare, but I can kiss his cock like this. Addy lets me worship his cock for a few moments. He strokes my hair while I do, making me feel special and loved. Then he leans down and kisses the top of my head before getting off the bed so he can take his trousers, underwear, and socks off. He grabs the lube while he’s at it and also picks up the biggest of the anal plugs. Once we were sure we both wanted to try anal sex, we got tested.
“I won’t need it,” I say.
