Loving Stella

“Yes.”

Then he’s inside and the door is closed behind him. “I wasn’t sure you’d be awake.”

“That’s why I left the light on,” I say, smiling.

He spreads out next to me on the bed, a sly grin on his face. “So…what do we do?”

I slide down next to him so our faces are even with each other. “I thought you proved pretty well this morning that you knew what you were doing.”

“Well, thank you,” he laughs.

“I’ll tell you what,” I say. “It is still your birthday.”

“Barely.”

I move closer to him, and we’re laying inches apart but still not touching. “You tell me what you want. Even if it is barely your birthday. It’ll be your birthday gift.”

“But you already got me a cake.” He moves closer, too.

“I think sex and cake go hand in hand, don’t you?”

“Definitely.”

And then we’re kissing, and he tastes like chocolate. His hand slips around me, pulling my body against his and sliding down to my ass. I feel the moment he discovers I’m not wearing any panties. His whole body stiffens—some parts more than