Chapter 14
DEVIN
Three pink votive candles in a row flicker in glass containers in front of the dresser mirror. Next to them is the assortment of pink desserts under glass, and the pink and white flowers.
But the sweetest, pinkest thing in the room as far as I’m concerned is between Laila's soft thighs.
She flashes an adorable smile as I slip off her dress, bra and panties, everything falling in a pool at her feet. "My wife is breathtaking," I murmur as I fling my jacket and tie toward the corner. I strip off everything but my shorts as Laila sits on the end of the bed.
I lean down to kiss her, but she stops me.
"Total honesty time, before I get overwhelmed," she says, grinning. "Yes, this is my first time. Yes, I've been on the pill for a while, and…since I know you're going to ask… Yes, I am completely certain that I want this."
Our lips meet in a slow, dreamy kiss, then I lie her back across the bed with a pillow under her head, her knees spread.
"I appreciate the clarification. So now let me just tell you what's on the agenda.
I'm going to lick your clit until you come, then pull you on top of me so you can ride my cock… if you want to, of course."
"I'm not sure how to—"
I cut her off with a kiss as my palms cup her breasts, then slide down her stomach and around her hips to tease along her inner thighs.
"You can learn, beautiful. You can do anything you like to me.
" I lift an eyebrow. "But only after you come on my tongue.
I think that's even sweeter than the red and gold cupcakes we won. "
I kneel on the shag throw rug and drape her knees over my shoulders. Staring into her fresh pink sweetness, I lick straight across her clit. "Yup. Way better than cupcakes."
I wait until she's laughing to gently slip two fingers inside her. Damn, she really is tight. I slowly tunnel them in and out, hoping to stretch her a bit. Honestly, I don't even know if she'll be able to take me this first time. But I do know she's going to give it her best shot.
I'm so hard it feels like my cock is trying to bore a hole right through my briefs.
My vision blurs at the edges as I remove my fingers and thrust my tongue deep inside her several times.
Then I attempt to add a third finger, moving slowly as my tongue circles her button, listening to the way her breathing changes.
Laila is less shy about being naked in front of me this time. A surge runs through me at the thought of what she'll be like in a month. A year. A decade. The more comfortable she gets around me, the more confident and assertive she'll be. I know it.
Her delicious wet warmth is gathering on my tongue and across her sex as I lazily roll my tongue around. Finally, I hear that telltale catch in her breath as her stomach twitches, her thighs tightening around my ears.
It's a huge turn-on to watch the pressure building inside her, aching for release. My palm flips up, then I carefully stretch my middle finger along the top of her inner wall until I find what I hope is the right—
"Oh!" she squeals. "That is…intense…"
I lick across her entire clit now, my fingers moving at a steady pace, letting her sink into her pleasure.
Her eyes meet mine, no longer soft and uncertain.
There's a blaze of fire as she grips my shoulder tightly, curling forward.
Her mouth opens in a broken cry and her entire body begins to twitch, grinding her pussy against my face as I lap up her juices.
Then she falls back with a moan. "That was…I can't even…”
My head swivels so I can drag my teeth along her sensitive inner thigh, then I give her a tiny love bite that makes her squeal.
I use the distraction to tear off my shorts and crawl onto the bed, pulling her on top so she is straddling me.
My palms massage her breasts as she instinctively grinds against my unbelievably hard cock.
Thank God I came so hard just a few hours ago.
It would be much more difficult to control myself right now otherwise.
Every time her opening is within an inch of the tip of my shaft, I get an urge to grab her hips and just thrust into her. Yet I restrain myself.
"What… What should I do?" Laila whispers, looking down at her hands resting on my chest.
"What do you feel like doing, beautiful?"
She grinds against me with a soft, breathy moan. "I want this inside me."
"Then go ahead. Take hold of it, angle it up, and be very careful to go slowly."
She nods, taking a deep breath that lifts her perfect breasts.
They would be my entire focus, especially the taut rosy peaks, if it weren't for the distracting way her delicate hand is gripping the base of my shaft.
She spreads her legs wider, dragging the head back and forth across her slit experimentally several times until it notches just barely inside.
This is a vision I will remember forever: my sweet, innocent angel slowly lowering herself down onto my hard, thick cock.
"Damn." Her eyes flutter closed as she manages to capture an inch, tentatively moving up and down. "Why do you have to be so big?"
I chuckle, trying not to shake. "You might appreciate that in a few weeks. But you don't have to take all of me tonight. Just as much as you want."
Laila nods. "Okay. Thank you."
I hold her hips, helping her move up and down on my cock with incrementally longer strokes. Her eyes are half-lidded as she concentrates, rocking cautiously. Then there’s a shift, and I manage to sink two inches deeper.
Her hands slap against my chest as she freezes, eyes wide.
“Baby, are you—"
She's already grinning. "Yeah. I'm fine. It’s just…like I said before…intense."
I pull her close for a kiss, which seems to relax her. At this angle, she can shimmy back and forth a bit, working me slowly deeper.
Our hands caress and fondle everywhere we can reach, our bodies moving together, then suddenly I stop when I realize she's taken almost my entire length. Of course my focused girl managed that her very first time.
"Laila?"
"Yeah?"
I reach up and brush my thumb across her cheekbone. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Her soft smile makes her eyes twinkle in the candlelight. "Happy Val—"
"Also… I love you."
Her mouth falls open in shock, and my thumb covers it so she can't speak.
"I don't expect you to say it back, baby. I know it's too soon. I know it's insane. I don't care. We said complete honesty, and that's the truth. I love you. I love everything about you. I already know we belong togeth – ow!”
She bites my thumb just hard enough that I snatch it away. "I love you, too."
My heart pounds, a rush of joy surging through my spine and straight into my throbbing cock. I look down to see her lovely pink pussy spread wide for my thickness, and I grab her hips and start thrusting inside her very slowly.
"I think you should be in charge now," she whispers. "I love the way you touch me and take control."
Then she smiles, brushing her gorgeous tits against me. "I've never been old-fashioned, but apparently I saved my virginity for my husband."
We laugh together, which relaxes her enough to take the rest of my length. She lets out a breathy gasp when she realizes what she's done.
"I knew you’d take all of me."
"You sound very proud."
I clutch her body to mine. "Proud. Aroused. Thrilled. I have the hottest woman in the world riding my cock. There are a lot of emotions swirling around right now."
Laila moans again, twisting her ankles around my legs. She begins riding me again as I thrust up into her a bit harder and faster. She shifts, groaning loudly. "Does this angle hit your clit, baby?"
"Uh huh.”
One more glance down at her delicate pink folds wrapped around my shaft brings me to the edge.
My mouth brands to hers, clutching her as her fingers grip my shoulders. We writhe together, finding a rhythm that keeps her moaning steadily.
“That's it, beautiful," I murmur through the kiss. "Come on me. Come all over me."
I feel a rush of wetness flood my cock, the soft walls of her pussy tensing up and squeezing me so tight I can barely hold back.
Laila cries out, screaming against my mouth as she shakes and trembles through a fiery climax. I'm seconds behind, thrusting faster and more frantically, then suddenly I'm exploding, pumping hard as I empty myself into her softness.
Laila collapses on top of me as we kiss gently, both breathless.
"Anyway, as I was saying," she smiles, "Happy Valentine's Day."
We roll onto our sides to face each other, her blinking slow and dreamy again.
"Was that too much, baby?"
Her head shakes. "Not a bit. Although I think that’s something we're going to have to practice every day until I loosen up a bit."
Laila’s eyes grow wide. "Oh! I mean…as in relax. You know, like—"
I'm already laughing. "I knew what you meant, baby."
I throw a blanket over us, then walk my fingers along her shoulder. "Funny how things work out. I went to that diner to solve a problem, and ended up with the love of my life."
"Meanwhile I went to hide," she says with a smile. “And now I'll never have to hide again."
"I dunno. We'll have to hide our wedding from some of my coworkers."
"Wedding? I mean, that's a little…"
"Oh, don't worry. We’ll wait at least a few months."
Her eyes shine when she realizes I'm not kidding.
Her fingertips trace along the edge of my jaw. “Even though I know you're probably right, maybe I should at least pretend to play hard to get."
"No game playing. Complete honesty, always."
She grins as she tries to hold back a laugh. "Even if the games are hilarious?"
"Grumble."
Laila snorts, then snuggles against me, her thigh rolling over my hip. "How about a twenty-minute nap and then a few of those cupcakes followed by round two?"
"You got it. Best Valentine's night ever."