Page 10 of Forbidden Valentine

“Do you have any questions?” he asks.

“Does my age bother you?”

“No. I think you are mature for your age, but you are still twenty-two years old. I think you still have a lot of learning to do in life, but I have no qualms about being there while you learn. We are not so different in age that we live different lives. We are both homebodies that occasionally go out, but we both want peace… We will learn and grow together. If it doesn’t work out, I am confident that we can go about things in a civil manner,” he says.

“I’m happy if you are,” I say with a soft smile. He returns my smile and leans down to kiss me, making me relax into the bed.

“I am,” he says as he moves onto the bed. “Has a man ever made you come?”

“No,” I say.

“But you have?” he asks as he gently spreads my legs to kneel between them.

“Mhmm,” I choke out. “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize, Mila. I am listening for the safe word, and everything is on your terms. Okay?”

“Just the safe word?” I ask, trying not to cry.

“Yes. Why?”

“Because I am going to panic when you start to fuck me, but I don’t want you to stop if I say no,” I say. “I will use the safe word if it becomes too overwhelming or if something hurts.”

“Mila, I don’t know what kind of people you have been with, but foreplay is important. You cannot put a cake in a cold oven and expect it to cook in the same amount of time,” he says.

“I am going to be really honest here, Gunner. The only thing I have done with foreplay is my boyfriend in high school finger fucked me once on the school bus and I got a UTI. If I have come, it is because I have done it for myself,” I say bluntly.

“Oh, sweet Mila,” he says as he leans down and kisses my chest between my breasts. “I’m about to show you a whole new world.”

Gunner gently kisses down my chest and belly before repositioning between my legs. When he gently flicks his tongue across my clit, I sigh. He teases me with soft licks and flicks as he starts to eat my pussy, pulling small moans out of me. Gunnergently pushes two fingers inside of me and I groan as he fills me. “Oh, that’s good,” I groan.

“Relax your body,” he says simply. I nod and do my best to relax. When he starts to suck on my clit, I groan deeply. It is not until he curls his fingers inside of me that I nearly come up off the bed. He immediately sucks harder, and I arch off the bed with a feral moan.

“Oh, dear God,” I yell out as my body naturally tries to twist. He adds a third fingers and pushes deeper before he makes the “come here” motion with his fingers.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he groans before burying his face back in my pussy.

“Oh, please make me come,” I moan. “Please.”

Gunner starts fucking me deeper with his hand and sucks harder, hitting every right button I have. I am moaning and writhing on the bed with him, but he presses on my lower belly to keep me pinned. The man is practically ravenous as he eats me, and I am coming apart at the seams on his bed. I cannot form coherent words, and it sounds like I am speaking in tongues. My pleasure is fueling him, but he is keeping me right on the edge of insanity. I reach a point where it feels like I might die if he does not let me come. When it breaks, my body goes rigid and my back arches dramatically. A nearly silent orgasm shreds me from the inside out and only groans from deep in my chest can be heard.

When he finally pulls away, I am seeing stars and my brain hurts. Beyond all of that, a rush of emotion hits me, and I start crying. As if he expected it, he simply lies next to me and pulls me to his chest. “Shhh. I’ve got you,” he says softly as he rubs my back.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” I say tearfully. He chuckles and lifts my chin before wiping away my tears.

“Mila, sometimes after a massive release like that, emotions come with it,” he explains. “People can fall into something called subspace from a rush of dopamine and the crash after can be harder on some than others.”

“Wow. I learned a lesson and I got to come,” I say, making him laugh. “Good to know I’m not crazy.”

“Not crazy. Just orgasm deprived,” he says before kissing me. He tastes like me, and it flips something in my brain that makes me feel feral. I move up to prop up on my elbow and he grabs my waist to help me move on top of him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I panic. “Hold on.”

“Take a deep breath,” he instructs.

“What?”

“Do it. Take a deep breath,” he says. I give in and take a long deep breath, on my exhale me pulls me down on his cock.

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