Confident

Birthday Sex? ⚠️

⚠️ he's such a fucking dom in this part ⚠️

A month later, the day came where it's James' birthday. Although he doesn't ask for anything, I decided to take him out to dinner, and maybe give a few special gifts along the way.

If you know what I mean 😉

I woke up before he did, which is very surprising, but hey, I could make him breakfast! Or try.

I tried making pancakes, but he walked in as I turned around with a grin, "morning birthday boy!"

He smiled as he shook his head, "what are you up to doll?"

"Making you b- well... trying to make you breakfast but it isn't going too well," I laughed, pointing to the burnt stack of pancakes next to me.

"I'll teach you," he smiled, standing next to me and showing me how to make proper pancakes, "I love you so much woman."

"I know," I giggled, skipping out of the room because I knew I'd get my ass kicked for not saying it back. I felt his arms around my waist, picking me up and carrying me to the couch. And before I knew it, James was on top of me, his eyes boring into mine.

"You know?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"I love you too James," I laughed, and he leaned down to give me a kiss.

"I know you have something planned. What are we doing today?" He asked, his eyes searching my face.

"Well, I know you don't really celebrate your birthday," I said quietly, "so I didn't really plan anything except a day at home with me, and then dinner at 6."

"You know me so well," he smiled.

"What would you like to do first James?" I giggled, poking his nose as he kissed me again.

"Maybe we can eat," he laughed, "because someone wants pancakes. Then we can decide from there."

We literally just cuddled for a few hours. That's all James wanted. So that's what I gave him. And it was nice, it was kind of like a gift that was for both of us rather than James. His warm touch on my skin, his soft lips on my forehead.

But a few hours went by, and I needed to get up to grab a few things from the store. Yeah, fucking grocery shopping.

Eyeroll.

When i came back home, I walked in our room, seeing James sitting in the chair by his desk while typing away at his computer. He looked stressed out.

I can fix that.

"Love? Are you okay?" I asked, and he swiveled around in his chair.

Step one: ✅

"Yeah doll, I'm just getting some emails done," he smiled, "don't worry I'll be ready by 6."

"Oh I'm not worried about that," I whispered, tying my hair up into a messy bun. He immediately knew what was going on as soon as I grabbed the hair tie. I sat on my knees while looking up at him, "I know how to fix your stress."

"And how will you do that?" He asked with a smirk, leading me to unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper.

Step 2: ✅