It’s early and her eyes were barely open, but the pounding in her chest told her it was almost time. The clock was redundant today. He was already texting.
I dreamt about us last night. I only remember a fragment of it as I woke up. Something about dragging you down a side alley on the way back to the hotel.
She swallowed. Her mouth became very dry, very fast, as she read on.
Shoving my hand into your skirt and fingering you against a wall. You squirted almost instantly and had to bury your face into my chest to muffle your moans. Your panties were soaked and I asked to keep them. They were silky. I wore them the next day when I saw you again. I took you by surprise. Your knees buckled.
She laughed as she filled the kettle. And she felt that weakening around her kneecaps. He knew her inside out. Did you catch me?
Of course. It helped that we were against a wall 😉
She couldn’t help but confess: I’ve had a similar dream. I have it over and over. You get out your cock and press it onto my clit while you’re fingering me. Once, it just slid right in and we fucked against the wall. The scene shifted and it became a bathroom. You lifted me and stood me on the toilet seat. Your face vanished between my thighs, covering you with cream. I don’t know any more because then I woke up, pestered with the thought of how I was going to get it out of your hair!
If she could see him, she knew he’d be laughing at her ludicrous practicality. In fact, he must be laughing because it took him a minute to reply:
You know I like a rubber cock up my arse. It’s just a shame that, up until now, you’ve not been attached to it.
Isn’t it just? I’d love that.
Well, that can change. How about taking me over a coffee table? My chest pressed into the cream cakes that we were going to have, teacups strewn across the carpet.
She glanced across the kitchen at the large cream cake, defrosting on a plate. Heat spread between her thighs. She made her tea and left it to cool while she went into the bathroom, imagining his finger wiping the edge of the cake, scooping up the cream and running it down her neck, onto her breasts. The heat became a throb. Darling, you could be leaning over ANYTHING and I’d still take you. Oooh, and I could lick the cream off you.
You’d better. A boy deserves it after you’ve fucked him stupid. Let’s see then… How about… We couldn’t wait to finish our tea. You just had to have me. You took me while I was pouring the milk. You came up behind me, whispered in my ear that you were going to take me. You unbuttoned my flies and pulled my t-shirt over my head, running your hand over my chest, hovering there, biting my earlobe before pushing me down. Unbuckling my belt, you pulled out the strap-on that you’d tucked down your skirt and pushed it against my pucker. You pressed yourself right up against me from behind. Your breath was so hot against my neck.
She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to steam up the room. Although she had a feeling he would probably manage that on his own. Mmm, I’m loving this.
Using the cream from the cake, you rubbed me, lubing me up until I was nice and wet.
Can I lick it? Please let me lick it. I want to push my tongue in, taste you and the cream. She undid her dressing gown, letting it slide to the floor, her breath catching as steam began to encircle her and she read his next text.
Then you push, ever so slowly, inside me. I groan with pleasure as you press into me, one glorious inch at a time, until you’re in as far as your cock will go.
Oh, yeah… One by one, she undid the buttons of the shirt she wore. His shirt. She never went to sleep without it anymore. …listening to you moan as I slide into you, my arms circling you further the deeper inside I go.
You withdraw to take a quick taste before thrusting into me again. Making me squeal with delight as the cakes squish against my chest. I beg for you to go slowly at first, then, once I’m used to you, I’m crying out for more. Faster. Harder. Make me come.
Just the sound of your moans makes my pussy drenched. I want your arse so bad! The moment I hear you I just want to take you and never stop. I thrust and thrust into you the moment I know you want it harder. I want to make you come so much. She stepped into the shower, balancing the phone on the edge of the sink, along with a towel.
I’m crying now – tears of joy, not sadness. You’ve broken down all of my barriers. I’m wide open to you. You have all of me.
The second I hear you cry, I just take you in my arms where you are, holding you, wanting to lay my head on your skin, to be close to every part of you. Kissing every single part of your body my lips can reach. I hold you tight. You’re safe here, with me. She got herself wet. Very, very wet.
You cradle me in your arms from behind, slowly pumping me as I shake. A violent full body orgasm taking hold. And… I’m afraid I’ve made rather a mess on your carpet. She laughed. You pull your cock from my still pulsing bum, pre-cum gushing from my own. My sobs are now a soft moan. You pull me up then turn me around, dragging my head to your breast. We fall backwards onto the floor and you hug me so tight I think I might burst. But I manage to catch your nipple in my mouth, biting it. Startled you release your grip and I smile a sly smile.
What are you going to do to me? She dried her hand quickly and reached over to press the ‘video call’ button. It took him zero seconds to press his. The look on his face was priceless, his lips falling open as she stood there, water cascading over her naked form. She let him take in all of her, turning slowly under the shower so he got to see her backside, too. She let the sponge slip from her fingers and bent down to reach for it, taking extra care to spread her thighs slightly apart. She heard the whimper that came through the speaker and grinned. Slowly she turned so she was facing him once more, not looking directly at him, but keeping her eyes closed and concentrating hard on letting the water run through her hair. She let him talk, and watch.
“I grab your wrists and yank them overhead, plunging my rock-hard cock into you with force enough to move you closer to the sofa. I waste no time. No slow start. I fuck you with feverish thrusts. Faster and faster. Our breath in sync. Our bodies one once again.”
She opened her eyes to see him looking straight at her, the trees around him blowing in the background, his face flushed. She smiled, turning off the shower and leaning into the camera. “Oh, come on baby, give me everything you have. Fuck me. I want to feel you, sweet and sticky inside me. I want to hear you moan as you come.”
His eyes never left her as she reached for the towel, wrapped it around her body and stood there, twirling her wet hair. She watched him blow air from his lips. “I feel the tell-tale sign in my balls. I bite at your neck, hoping that you’ll come at the same time as me.”
“Touch my neck. Suck it, bite it. Kiss it. Do it until you can’t last out any longer. Oh, I’ll come with you. Just fuck me.”
He was standing still now, his stare intense. “My mouth stops biting. My lips press against your neck as we both begin to moan. My entire body shakes as I spurt inside of you, your own juices running and coating me.”
She held his gaze. “I can feel your release, feel it slide deep inside me. I relax straight back into you, exhausted from my own orgasm, delirious that we came together, our moans in unison. I don’t want your cock to leave me, but know it will, soon… but not yet. Please, not yet.”
“I’ve come, but I continue against the sweet agony, fucking my tribute further and further inside you.”
“I whimper in delight, knowing you’re not going to leave me just yet.” She saw the glow in his eyes as he realised she had carried him to her bedroom.
“Now that I’m certain you’re sated, I slow, then stop. My groin pressed as hard as humanly possible between your thighs, I stay where I am, still gently leaking the last of my juices into you. I release your arms, to be rewarded by your loving embrace.”
She climbed onto her duvet. Staring at him on her phone as she knelt there, she became overwhelmed with emotion. Everything she said came from deep within. “With tears in my eyes, I turn to you, to hold you as you deserve to be held. Kissing your chest, your neck. There are no words to express how I feel as you hold me there, in your arms.”
“I suggest we move to the sofa. I take your hand and help you to your feet. But I have other ideas… Sitting on the sofa first, then lying down, I motion to you to straddle my face.”
She laid the phone down against a pillow, level with the top of her thighs, as she removed her towel, squeezing it against her damp hair. “Like a puppy, I let you lead me…”And she smiles as he sighs and says, “Oh my god, woman, what are you doing to me?”
“You lower yourself down, one leg either side of my head. Smothering me with your lower lips. My nose pressed deeply into you, I inhale, taking in your scent. You can’t help yourself. You fall forward, taking my softening cock into your waiting mouth. I lap greedily at our combined juices as you suck and lick me to full mast once more.”
“You are so right. Watching you soften is delectable. I can’t resist your taste, the feel of it in my mouth. I suck it, feeling it swell, growing between my lips. I remove my mouth, lapping at your head. Along your slit, around your entire head, under your ridge.”
“Mmm, that feels exquisite. What a wonderful little cock sucker you are.”
The buzzer made her jump. “Oh bugger. Give me a minute. Someone’s at the door. I’ll get rid of them. Then we can carry on.”
She picked up the receiver, trying really hard not to show her annoyance in her voice, and trying to reach a jumper and a pair of leggings with her foot, just in case it was the postman or a delivery of something she’d forgotten she’d ordered. “Hello.”
“Don’t you dare put on those clothes. I want to carry on our story in exactly what you’re wearing right now.”
“But I’m not wearing anything.”
She pressed the button. He was early. Goosebumps swamped her – excitement and anticipation mingled to leave her quivering, her breath shallow, her heart banging until she could feel the blood pumping in her ears, as she heard his footsteps up the stairs.
Now… where can we take this?
His fingers were cool as he released her towel and ran them down her neck to her breasts. He followed them with his tongue. “To bed, darling, where else?”
As they lay there, his hands warming at the heat of her body, his mouth enveloping hers, she slid her arms up his back, pulling him as close to her as she could. He rolled her sideways and they laid there, her arms refusing to let go, his own embrace encapsulating her entire being.
The whisper nestled against her hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” And she wondered, did he have any idea just how much she loved him? Because all she wanted to be, at that moment and for always, was his valentine. Just maybe her dreams were becoming a reality…
I would like to express my grateful thanks to Alun Norley, who co-wrote an early version of this piece, which I have turned into the story you have just read, especially for today. Any words which remain from the original piece are used with permission.
Happy Valentine’s Day
If you enjoyed this story, you might like other sexy tales in the Short Stories section of my blog.