Page 25 of My Surly Valentine

My squeal echoes around the huge space as he throws me over his shoulder, marching us to the bedroom. He switches on the side lamp, and I barely have a chance to register the beautiful, understated decor before I’m gently tossed across a dark gray comforter.

“I dunno… I think your other bed was firmer,” I giggle. “Better for the spine.”

He lifts my ass to pull off my sweater, giving me a light spank that makes me laugh. “You’d better like ’em both. We’ll be living in that cabin for a few weeks a year when the snow cuts off this house. Unless we plan on being stranded up here.” My sweater and bra are flung onto the easy chair.

“There’s plenty of firewood and fruity wine. I think we’d survive – oh!” I gasp as my leggings, panties and socks are dragged down and off my legs.

I’m already clutching at his shirt, needing his warmth against me. He helps me pull it off, as I fumble with his jeans, trying to pull them down by tugging the bottom edge with my toes. It…doesn’t work.

“Hold on,” he grins, standing up.

I stare shamelessly, glowing inside as I watch the denim slide down. The delicious V-lines over his hips point to my prize.

Once he’s gloriously naked, he sits on the edge of the huge bed, crawling slowly toward me. “You know, I bought this big ass bed so I could sprawl the hell out.” He kneels up, then spreadsmy legs wide. “But now I’m only going to use a fraction of it, curled around you every single night, baby.”

“Good. Hope Peak is pretty chilly this time of year.”

“And yet, this is the hottest Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” His eyebrows lift, then he grunts as his head drops between my thighs.

This time he doesn’t tease. He feasts on my flesh, gripping my ass and hoisting me into position. My heels cross behind the middle of his back as my hips tilt and I stare into his wild eyes.

Every time I moan his eyes light up even more, so I don’t hold back. “Yeah,” I gasp. “Don’t tease me so long this time.”

His growls vibrate against my skin, sending tremors through my core. Maybe it’s because we slept together innocently a few times before becoming physical, but it feels like our bodies have already bonded and that he knows everything I need. Everything I crave.

“Pure sweetness,” he groans, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside me and circling my clit. “I might be starting to like that candy wine, but there’s no comparison. This is way better.”

I can’t speak. Can’t breathe. Can’t even think. I didn’t need any more proof that Axton and I belong together. The way he plays my body like a musical instrument makes my heart sing.

The pressure of his tongue against my clit. The friction of his two thick fingers inside me, pulsing gently. His warm breath. His free hand gripping my ass and holding me in place. Controlling me, but only for my own good. To increase my pleasure.

He already cares for me so perfectly. And we’ve known each other less than a week!

A corner of my mind spins down the path into our future, where we grocery shop and watch movies and snuggle together every single night. But honestly, at least 97% of my attention is focused on the deep, hot waves of lust rolling through me.

Just as I begin tipping past the point of no return he growls again, his fingers moving faster as his eyes burn into mine. The climax pulls me under and spins me around like a final leaf during a winter storm. It leaves me breathless. Quivering. And so excited it feels like my heart might burst.

If this is what I get for venturing out on my own, I definitely made the right decision.

He moves over me, the hot steel bar of his shaft branding my stomach.

I grin up at him. “I forget. Did I officially agree to move in with you? Or was it just implied?”

“I think it was implied.” He pins me with a look until I burst out laughing.

“Well, you wanted clarity before. So here it is…Yes. This is happening.”

My mouth falls open as his massive cock begins sliding into my wet pussy, my body stretching for his, becoming accustomed to his girth. Axton is a big man in every sense, and it’s definitely going to take some time for me to get used to this – if I ever do.

He buries his mouth in the crook of my neck, the rest of his body motionless as he slowly rolls his hips, groaning when he finally bottoms out inside me. “This.” He fists the back of my hair to lock our gaze together. “This close. Forever.”

I’m nodding, but I’m unable to resist a smirk. “You mean just the sex stuff, or you’re going to be my Valentine forever?”

He responds by kissing me so hard my thighs tighten, spine arches, and brain completely checks out.

There are no more words. Only lust. And love, of course.

But right now…mostly lust.

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