Chapter 7 - Willow
After we cuddle on the couch a bit, he orders dinner while I shower. I had a long day at work and I want to wear something sexy for my boyfriend, so I select a pink lace babydoll dress and panties that make me feel feminine and flirty.
It might be silly, but I can’t seem to stop calling him my boyfriend.
I’m sure the novelty will wear off eventually, but every time I say it or think about it, I get a little thrill.
A tiny voice in my head reminds me that I love him, and wonders how he feels about me, but I push it aside.
I’m not going to worry about that tonight.
Valentine’s Day is for lovers, and I want it to be special as our first holiday as a couple.
When I come down to the dining room, the lighting is turned low, and he’s got candles on the table. There’s a full plate of Chinese food for each of us, and my mouth waters.
He’s smiling, and the corners of his mouth deepen as he takes in my lingerie. “You look good enough to eat.”
I bat my eyelashes, feeling flattered, and do a small pirouette for him before sitting down. “Hope I didn’t take too long in the shower.” I sit and inhale deeply. “This smells delicious.”
“You have perfect timing.”
I blow him a kiss as we dig in. I’m starving, and I devour half my plate before slowing down. We’ve got a long night ahead of us and I’m not wearing this lingerie for nothing. I’m hoping to milk a bunch of orgasms out of him...and more cum.
I’m off work tomorrow and I’m staying the next two nights with him. He said he’s made plans to entertain us. I’d be fine staying home and fucking for two days, but I won’t complain if he wants to take me out on a date.
When we’re done with dinner, I get up to clear the table, and he raises his eyebrows. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Feeling playful, I sass him and point to the plates and empty containers. “To make room for dessert! You...DID buy dessert, right?”
Shaking his head, he crooks his finger. “Come here.”
I change directions and when I’m standing next to him, he pushes his plate aside and pats the table.
“You’re going to sit right here.”
Following his direction, I perch on the edge, grinning widely. I’m not totally sure where this is going, but it can only lead somewhere good.
“Spread your legs.”
Mmm, yes, Sir. I open my legs, giving him a great view of the matching panties under my barely-there babydoll.
He scoots his chair over until he’s between my legs and kisses the inside of my thigh. “You’re my dessert.”
Electricity pulses through me as he runs his fingers along my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine.
He pushes me back with a fierce determination and I willingly surrender to him, lying on the table as he tugs my ass closer to the edge.
He stands and swiftly removes my panties before sitting back down, placing my legs over his shoulders to help support me.
With each touch, I feel myself unraveling, completely under his spell.
I close my eyes as he explores my pussy with his tongue.
Pleasure swirls in my core as I throw my head back and get lost in the sensations.
Damn, he’s good at this. I moan softly, luxuriating in the feel of him twirling his tongue around my clit.
I’m not sure our first Valentine’s Day together could get any better than this.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I press them flat on the table beside me, wishing I had something to hold on to while he ravishes me. Each swipe of his tongue is almost too much and I’m mewling out as I try to hold back my orgasm in an attempt to prolong my pleasure.
Mike toys with me, bringing me to the brink of coming with just his mouth, and then backing off before building the tension again. He pauses long enough to ask, “Do you want to come, my sweet fucktoy?”
I give a strangled moan and nod desperately. “Ohhh, yes.”
“How badly do you want it?”
My head spins from pleasure. Oh god, seriously? Why is he torturing me with questions right now? “So bad. Please, can I come, Sir?”
He doesn’t answer and dips his head down to taste me again, but this time he slides two fingers inside me as well. I writhe, my entire body alight with desperate need as I buck my hips.
When he makes a noise of approval, the pleasure from the vibration makes me climax and cry out, “Oh fuck, oh god. Mike, fuck.”
Rapture burns through me like white-hot energy, and I moan continuously. He doesn’t let up, licking me through my orgasm, then keeps going, coaxing a second wave of pleasure, this one deeper, stronger.
“Yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth, keeping still as I come undone.
When he pulls back to look at me with a wicked grin, I have trouble processing what he says.
“Now it’s my turn.”
All I can manage is a nod and a breathy, “Yes.” I want to make him come as hard as he just did for me, and then I want to fall asleep in his arms while we’re both still humming from pleasure.
Mike helps me up, then carries me to the bedroom.
He sets me on my feet just long enough to remove my lingerie and take his clothes off before we tumble onto the bed with him on top.
I part my knees for him, and he fits himself between my legs, and we both sigh with happiness as he sinks into me slowly.
Once he’s fully inside me, we kiss and I wrap my arms around him to pull him close.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m head over heels in love with him.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and the sensation is powerful.
Tears form in my eyes, and I squeeze them shut while I fight to rein my emotions in.
I’m not going to be the person who cries during sex.
He continues to fuck me slowly, and I feel every inch of his cock massaging me as pleasure ripples through me. I’m speeding towards another orgasm and it’s going to be massive. Wrapping my legs around him, I roll my hips and we surge together in harmony.
“You feel so good,” Mike whispers. “You’re beautiful and mine.”
When he says I’m his, I explode, crying out incoherently as my vision goes white.
Joy zings from my fingers to my toes, lighting up every nerve, and I claw at him in desperation.
This feels so fucking amazing, it’s not just another climax—it’s transcendent, a revelation of pure bliss that leaves me unable to speak.
When he comes a few seconds later, pumping hard before driving as far into me as he can, I can feel every pulse and throb of his cock while he unloads ropes of sticky cum deep inside me. He already came once today, but it feels like he’s never going to stop.
The world melts away until it’s just the two of us coming down from our high together.
I feel weightless and I struggle to gather my thoughts again.
Everything is floating and heavy simultaneously.
I want to ask Mike if I can be his forever, but fear takes hold and it becomes impossible to utter those simple words.
Instead, I cling to him, kissing his cheek and whispering, “I’m so glad I’m spending Valentine’s with you.”
He buries his face in my neck, nuzzling me, and murmurs, “Me too, Kitten. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Even though I can’t tell him what’s really in my heart, I kiss him deeply and try to show him how I feel. He returns my kisses and it’s like he’s imprinting himself on my soul. I don’t know why tonight is different, but I feel changed.
When he moves off me, I snuggle with him, tracing patterns on his chest as I listen to the sound of his heartbeat and wonder if he’ll freak out if I tell him I love him. I’m not going to do anything to potentially ruin tonight, but I hope to tell him soon.
In the quiet, post-orgasm stillness, we talk about our favorite board games to play and cartoons we watched as kids until my eyelids get heavy. I think of something and giggle as my eyes are about to close.
“I’ve never been fucked this thoroughly before.”
Mike chuckles, and the last thing I remember is his soft reply. “Kitten, that’s because you now belong to me.”
Sleep overtakes me and I dream about being with him every single day for the rest of forever.