Page 6 of My Recluse Valentine

"It's okay, Blossom. Like I said it was a long time ago." He leans out of my arms, bring my hands to his lips with a kiss. "I actually feel better talking to you about it. I've never spoken to anyoneabout it before. You're the first. I want you to be the first of many things in my life. I know I don't know you very well but I'm already half if not all the way in love with you."

"I think I'm falling in love with you too." I bring his hands to my lips with a kiss.

"Now, since I told you about my family, why don't you tell me about yours." He shifts Milo to the other side of him as he grabs a blanket off the back of the couch tossing it over us as he pulls me into his arms.

Intent on cheering him up, I launch into the tale of my family, hoping to erase the sadness in his eyes.

six

Chance

Blossom snuggles against mychest like she's done it a thousand times confirming she's the other part of my soul—the one I've been waiting for my whole life. She tells me story after story of her family and life growing up in Hope Peak from the time her parents adopted a pet racoon named Chewy to the time some high schoolers toilet papered the whole town during Homecoming week.

Her parents have since retired to Florida. They sound a lot like my parents. I can't wait to meet them but first I'm going to put a baby in Blossom's belly as soon as I can, so she'll never leave me. I know it's an asshole move, but now that she's here in my arms I'm never letting her go.

I could listen to her talk all night, her voice is so soft and soothing, perfect for singing a lullaby to our future children—even if that lullaby is an ABBA song.

"And then, Mr. Collins, from the grocery story started locking up the toilet paper. He made everyone show their ID before he would sell them any."

"What a dick move." I brush a lock of hair off her face gazing down in her eyes as she gazes up at me with a smile that warms my heart.

It might be Vantine's Day—a day made for love. Which some people equate to sex, but holding Blossom in my arms, in my home, with our two cats curled up next to us and Blossom wearing nothing but my favorite flannel—this is love.

Blossom launches into another story until her eyes begin to droop before finally fluttering closed as a soft snore part her lips. I hold her closer, vowing to keep her and Milo with me forever.

I gently kiss her forehead, "Happy Valentine's Day, Sweet Girl." I murmur into her hair before falling asleep with visions of our cabin full of human and fur babies for many years to come.

seven

Blossom

The glide of somethinglong and thick runs through the soft hair covering my sex and I jolt awake from my fantasies of Chance, because I know that finger it too big to be mine. Which usually finds its way between my legs when I think about Chance at night when I'm alone in my bed. But I'm not in my bed and I'm certainly not alone now.

With the light glow of the fire in the fireplace I'm able to gather my bearings, remembering that I'm with Chance in his cabin and that just happens to be his big finger drawing delicious circles through my damp curls causing me to arch my back trying to shift that finger inside of me.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He chuckles causing a deep rumble to run through his chest. The feeling is like catnip to me, and I begin to rub my body against his. "Did your little catnapreenergize you?" His chest rumbles again and I act on instinct, throwing one leg over his hips and pulling myself into a sitting position on his lap. I begin to grind down on him like we did earlier, but he stops me. "You've already had your fun now it's my turn." He wraps his arms around me, stands up, carries me to his bedroom and carefully lays me on his bed.

He makes quick work of unbuttoning my borrowed shirt, slipping my arms out of it and throwing it on the floor before slipping off his gray sweatpants and climbing into bed next to me.

"I-I'm not on birth control." I confess. As much as I want to have his baby, I don't want to trap him into something he doesn't want.

"Good." Is all he says as he places a soft kiss on my belly before working his way down my body placing kiss after kiss on my skin until he reaches my throbbing core.

My thighs are embarrassingly slick with need for him. I try to press them together, but his big body is already spreading them wide to accommodate his size. "Like I said, it's my turn to play." With a sinister smile he dives between my legs licking me with firm strokes up and down. The feeling is so different than just my fingers, making my insides crawl with desire like I've never felt. The tickle of his beard against my thighs is driving me crazy with need.

"More." I fist his hair in my hands pressing his head tightly against my pussy as I thrust my hips up to meet his hungry mouth.

He chuckles again but this time with his mouth on my pussy the vibration triggers something deep and primal inside of me and I begin to squirm, searching for release.

His large hands grip my hips, gently pushing them into the mattress, "Easy up honey. Don't force it. We have a lifetime to enjoy each other's bodies." He says against my thighs, his hot breath adding to my already over heated body. Listening to his words, I relax into the bed, letting him take total control. "That's it, open wide for your man so I can finger fuck this sweet little pussy. I've got to stretch you out to take my huge cock."

His mouth continues to assault my body, licking and sucking on my clit as his finger works itself inside my tight hole—pumping in and out until I see a burst of stars behind my closed eyelids. "Yes!" I shout as I arch my back, shaking with desire as I come around his finger.

"Good girl." He praises as he continues to work his finger in and out of my body as I come down from my climax.

When my body is completely relaxed, he slips his finger out of my hole and places it in his mouth, sucking off all my juices. The sight is so erotic I need to join in. "Can I have a taste?"

A devilish grin spreads across his face as he slides himself up my body, his damp finger hovering over my lips. I lean up trying to capture his finger only to have him lift it just out of my reach. Before I can whine about not getting a taste, he crashes his mouth against mine with his tongue coated in my salty flavor, he kisses me with a deep soul claiming kiss.

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