𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 [𝙼]

3rd PERSON POV

Reflecting on the events of the evening, India felt an overwhelming sense of joy and satisfaction regarding the outcome of her birthday celebration.

"I have another surprise for you," Zaire said as they headed up the stairs to his room.

The room had a soft, dim light that came from the flickering candles scattered around. It smelled amazing, with hints of vanilla and roses in the air, creating a cozy and romantic vibe. The bed looked super inviting, covered in satin sheets and lots of comfy pillows, practically begging them to jump in and get cozy. The windows were draped with sheer curtains, allowing the moonlight to sneak in and add to the dreamy atmosphere. Overall, the room just screamed romance and intimacy, making them feel like they were in their own little love nest.

"Who even did this set up?" India asked, as the room was not like this when they left home a few hours earlier.

"Yuh ask too much question man, juss guh do yuh thing and come back," he said, playfully shooing her away.

With a smile gracing her lips, she excused herself and headed towards the bathroom, while he busied himself with finalizing the arrangements for the evening's activities. Swiftly shedding his outdoor attire, he changed into a pair of comfortable football shorts before making his way to the bed. Settling down, he prepared to embrace the forthcoming plans, feeling at ease and ready to enjoy the night ahead.

After a few additional minutes, she reappeared in the room, having also changed her outfit, now wearing only her undergarments as she approached the bed. With the lights dimmed to near darkness, India struggled to see the figure of her boyfriend initially, her eyes needing time to adjust after being exposed to the bright lights of the bathroom. Gradually, her vision began to reveal her boyfriend sitting against the headboard of the bed. As her gaze roamed over his attire, she couldn't help but admire his chiseled chest, which was exposed and captivating. His taut stomach, with a tempting V-shaped trail leading downwards, teasingly hinted at the pleasures that awaited her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she made her way towards him, her voice momentarily betraying her as she stood before the bed. "Zaire," she managed to utter in a low voice, finally finding her words, but her plea was met with a gentle chuckle from him.

"Yah guh stand up desso all night or yah guh come side a mi?" he teased.

With a happy skip in her step, India eagerly positioned herself beside the bed. Anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by the realization that it had been some time since they last had sexual relations and by the looks of it, tonight was going to be one for the books.

'Happy birthday to me' she thought.

She hopped onto the bed, assuming a kneeling position as she hungrily eyed him. Taking in his entire presence, she indulged in a thorough examination of every inch and detail, relishing the sight of him with an unabashed appreciation.

'Mi man sexy yuh fuck'

"I'm one of your birthday gifts as well, so unwrap me Baby Girl."

Fuck yes

Zaire couldn't help but smirk as he witnessed her gradually inching closer, a mix of excitement and nerves playing on her face.

"Say it one more time," India requested, adjusting her position to straddle Zaire's lap, facing him directly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Zaire smirked as he felt India settle in his lap. Already, he could smell her arousal and feel how wet she was through her underwear. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her ear, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine.