I could feel my body shake in anticipation as he took my hand. I knew that look in his eyes.
The cake got to the room before us, set on the coffee table in front of the couch.
The staff that brought it up scurried off immediately.
He took off his leather jacket and dropped it carelessly on the bed. I watched him take the knife and cut into the cake, taking a small bite with a fork. When he was done, he came to me, holding my face with both hands, he kissed me roughly letting me taste the burst of sweet flavors on his tongue.
I moaned into the kiss, fiddling with his belt as his hands roamed every part of my body.
I thought we were moving towards the bed but he turned and carried me to the couch instead.
I took off my top and joggers, left only in my underwear as he smeared his fingers with a ton of icing.
"Take them off," he ordered, referring to my undies.
