478 Sharing a room?

Her chest rose and fell as he dropped butterfly kisses on her inner thighs. His fingers moved to her panties, ''You are wet,'' he whispered, his finger drawing a line from top to bottom above her panties. 

She bit her bottom lips, her toes curling up as his thumb stroked her panties. 

His fingers moved to the side, stroking the edge of her lace panties, "Why do I feel like you prepared for this?" He asked in a hoarse voice and it took him a moment to rip off her panties. 

A faint blush crept up her cheeks and she pressed her thighs together instinctively, "Everything happened in a rush and I didn't have time to prepare a gift so I just wrapped myself up and turned it into a present. Happy Birthday!" She whispered, her gaze shifting to the clock as it struck 12.

He was stunned. 

Looking at the man who was sitting frozen in his spot, she ended up chuckling, "What? Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday."