Angel Cake (BBW Erotic Adventures)

I showed up five minutes after seven at Chris’s place on my birthday, a bottle of wine in hand. I’d worn an A-line skirt and a simple shirt that was cut a bit low to show off my cleavage. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I picked out that outfit. I didn’t want to dress like I always did—this was a birthday dinner after all—but I didn’t want to look slutty either.

I was a nervous wreck, and I kept touching my hair and my skirt, pulling the shirt up a bit to cover the skin then down a bit so it wouldn’t look awkward.

“Hey!” Chris opened the door, letting me in. “Hope you found the place okay?”

“Oh, yes.” I thought I pulled a smile, but I couldn’t be sure. I handed him the bottle of wine. “Here, this is for you.”

“Thank you.” He ushered me in, his hand gentle on the small of my back. “Make yourself at home. I’m just about done.”

Dinner was wonderful.

I corrected myself—Chris should’ve been one of those TV super chefs. His cooking was delicious. He chuckled when I told him so.

“Just leave them,” he said, plucking the plates out of my hand when I went to help clean up. He handed me fresh wine glasses and the bottle I brought and shooed me from the dining room. “Go get comfy in the living room. I’ll get the dessert.”

I found myself sitting on one end of a chocolate brown leather couch, unsure of what to do next. I was having a great time, but it felt so… surreal. Pouring out a good portion of wine, I took a big gulp, hoping more alcohol would calm my nerves. I hadn’t had a lot to drink with dinner.

Chris came into the room and set down a box on the coffee table. He poured himself a glass of wine before sitting down close to me. Close enough for me to feel enveloped in the clean masculine scent of his cologne, and it was messing with my thoughts.

“Go ahead, open it,” he said. I eyed him curiously but he just smiled.

I untied the ribbons and took off the lid. The walls of the box fell away and a cupcake stood in the middle. Chris produced a candle from out of nowhere, stuck it right in the center and lit it. The cupcake was one of those extra fancy ones that we only ever made for special orders and not sold in stores. “You made this? For me?”

“Happy birthday, Lizzy.” He carefully held the cupcake up to me. “Make a wish.”

It was a good thing that the room was dim and he couldn’t tell that I was blushing mad with the candlelight. I closed my eyes, made the same wishes I always make, but I couldn’t help adding on one tiny little thing.

Blowing out the candle, I plucked the candle out and took a bite of the cake. “Mmm…” I moaned with joy then smiled. “Blood orange.”

Chris chuckled. He scooped some of the buttercream with a finger and tasted it himself. “You’ve got…” he pointed at my face. “Here, let me.”

He leaned in, cupping my face with one hand, and licked the bit of cream off the corner of my lips. “Chris…?”

“Been thinking about doing that all through dinner,” he said, his breath brushing over my skin as he looked into my eyes. He took the cupcake from my hand, set it back on the box then leaned in again to capture my lips properly.