Then he bends down and cups the back of my neck before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Fucking delicious,” he mutters. “And I’m not talking about the cake.”
I smile and kiss him again, my arms winding around his neck.
“Why are you dressed already? Are you working today?”
My heart sinks.
He breaks the kiss and shakes his head, a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth.
“The twenty-sixth of April became a paid bank holiday for everyone in my company,” he says with a completely straight face.
“You’re joking.”
He rises one eyebrow.
“Right. Then why are you dressed?”
“I’m taking you out for breakfast,” he says. “After that, I have an entire day of surprises planned.”
I smile at him and bite my lip. He sets the small cake on the bedside table before claiming my mouth once more. The kiss leaves me breathless as he nudges me backwards until I fall onto the bed, his body settling above mine.
“I don’t even know why you bothered getting dressed. One of my birthday wishes involved morning orgasms,” I say, slightly out of breath.
He chuckles, and the sound sends a shiver through me.
“Did it now?” he asks. “Your wish is my command, love.”
His mouth brushes my cheek before he trails a path down my neck. When he reaches my chest, he pushes the camisole aside.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
A second later, he grabs the silk and tears it clean off me.
Within seconds, he shrugs out of his own clothes.
I swallow as my eyes drop, and my lips part.
“Like what you see?”
Colour floods my cheeks.
He watches me as if he could devour me with his eyes alone.
Then he cages me in and takes my mouth in yet another kiss before he moves lower, his mouth follows a path down my stomach until he reaches my thighs. He presses a kiss to the sensitive skin there, and goosebumps ripple over me.
I moan as my fingers thread through his hair.
“That’s it, baby,” he says between kisses. “Use my mouth.”
He sucks at my clit before his tongue slides lower and enters me, and I almost lose it. My grip tightens in his hair to the point I know it must hurt him.
“Fuck, I’m addicted to you,” he groans against my pussy.
He slides two fingers inside me, and I gasp as he thrusts them deep. His tongue returns to my clit, and stars burst behind my eyes.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me.” He groans. “I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you and feel you squeeze around it.”
