R-18: BIRTHDAY PLEASURE

It had started as an innocent night—candles lit, soft music playing, the kind of quiet intimacy that wrapped around Bella like silk. She had just finished her slice of birthday cake, lazily sprawled on the bed with a sleepy smile and chocolate smudged at the corner of her lips. Jaxon had been feeding her bites between kisses, fingers sticky with frosting, until things dissolved into playful teasing and soft giggles. She didn’t even remember falling asleep after—but the warmth of his presence had made it easy.

What she didn’t expect… was to wake up like this.

Bella’s eyes fluttered open, roused by the unmistakable sound of slurping. She blinked blearily, the haze of sleep giving way to confusion—until she glanced down and saw a familiar mop of brown hair nestled between her thighs.

Her eyes went wide. Her face went red.

“Jaxon?” she croaked, half-scandalized.

He looked up at her with a wicked grin that said Happy Birthday, indeed.

Her face flushed crimson as her boyfriend paused to look at her, still between her legs, wearing that shit-eating grin like he’d won the damn lottery.

“What are you doing?” she asked, somewhere between mortified and turned on.

“Nothing,” he replied with faux innocence, then immediately resumed licking up the melted chocolate that had gathered between her thighs. His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, as if he were savoring every drop.

Bella’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth to argue—but then his tongue dragged across her flesh, hot and slick, and the words died in her throat. Her spine arched. Her toes curled. A moan slipped out before she could stop it.

And just like that, she gave in.

She moaned louder as his tongue moved higher, reaching the sweet spot where sensitivity bloomed into electricity. Her hands gripped the sheets. When he licked up to her belly button, she gasped, dazed and breathless. She felt like a mess—sticky, flushed, completely undone—but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

He licked up her stomach like she was dessert, and the way he looked at her made her feel like one.

Then his mouth was on her breasts—kissing, licking, teasing—until her hips bucked up toward him. Her nipples were already hard, but he sucked one into his mouth anyway, drawing a whimper from her lips as pleasure flooded her system.

“𝘈𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩~” she moaned when his mouth finally trailed back down to where he started, the fire in her belly now an inferno. This time, he dove in with purpose—licking her p-ssy like he’d been starving for it.

“Oh God, Jaxon!” she cried out, unable to hold back anymore.

He kept his eyes locked on hers as his tongue flicked her clit, then circled it slowly—driving her wild. She writhed beneath him, overstimulated and drunk on sensation. He sucked lightly, then slipped a long finger inside her without warning.

It felt like heaven. She moaned louder, louder still when he added another finger, stretching her slowly, perfectly. Her hands gripped his hair, legs trembling as he pumped his fingers in and out of her dripping heat.

“I’m so close… so fucking close… oh God,” she gasped, body tightening with every thrust, every flick of his tongue. The pressure was unbearable in the best way. Slickness coated his fingers. Her voice broke with desperate pleas—please, please, faster, don’t stop.

“Come for me, baby…” he growled against her, adding a third finger and curling them deep inside her.

That was all it took.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, violent and unrelenting. Her back arched off the bed. Her scream echoed off the walls.

“Jaxon!” she cried again and again, shaking with each pulse of pleasure. Her body trembled, completely at his mercy as he licked her through the high, slow and worshipful.

Then, with one last kiss to her swollen clit, he slid his fingers out of her and looked up, flushed and breathless.

“You taste so fvcking good, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

“Happy Birthday.”