Page 36 of Broken Valentine
“You know the best part of my day isn't until I get to come home to you.”
I turn around to face him. I'll never, ever get tired of the way he looks at me with eyes full of love and adoration. There was a time when I said I could never fully open my heart to a man, but Jamie made it easy. Each and every day that goes by, I only fall for him more and more. “Is that what you tell all your boyfriends?”
“Only my favorite ones, and you're pretty far up that list.”
I laugh, tugging his face closer to mine until our lips are touching. The warmth of his tongue wrapping around mine sends waves of heat down to my groin, causing my cock to stiffen in my jeans. His hands still heat my skin and his kisses still leave my lips buzzing. Our mouths move together gently and tenderly, and his fingers slide up my shirt, leaving behind tingling skin. It's these long, sweet kisses I crave at the end of a day full of work or school. They remind me there's no reason to rush anymore and that we have all the time in the world. I look forward to each and every minute I get to spend with this man. “Wow, I haven't been kissed like that since...this morning.”
He laughs, pressing one last soft kiss to my lips. “That's a very long time, I don't know how you managed.”
“I get by the best way I can,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh yeah? You weren't kissing your other professors this morning, were you? Already working on my replacement?”
“Yeah, I decided to go for someone younger this time who doesn't tease me so much, and I thought it would be best to tell you all this on your birthday.”
He laughs. “I would have settled for a birthday cake and card, but you always have been a bit extra.”
“I can do you much better than cake and a card. I have a surprise for you, and I don't think I can wait until after dinner.”
“Are you telling me I don't get cake?”
I roll my eyes, sliding my hand into his. “Do you want your birthday gift or not?”
“You mean to tell me you aren't it?” He waggles his brows, pulling me back against him, sliding his hand in the back of my pants.
I sigh, shaking my head. “Come on birthday boy, before I lose my patience.” He follows closely behind me as I pull him towards the living room, telling him to shut his eyes. “Okay, now you can open them or just stop squinting because I know you don't always know how to follow simple rules.”
I'm not disappointed when I turn around to observe his expression. His eyes are wide with a light shining behind them and his mouth is agape.
“This...wow…” he says between gasps, running his fingers over the ivory keys of the piano sitting in the corner of our living room. I had to do a lot of moving of furniture around in order for it to fit, but his wide, toothy smile tells me it was worth the effort.
“It's yours. Happy birthday,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his still open mouth.
“It's too much,” he finally says.
“Nothing is too much for the man I love. Now sit down and play me something. I made sure to have it tuned and ready to go for you.”
“Did you?” He lifts me with little effort, setting me on top of the piano. “I think I’d rather play you first. I've been yearning to hear those beautiful gasps and moans all day.”
“What if the piano can't hold my weight?”
“Then I guess this is our chance to test its durability; besides, I need to properly thank you for my beautiful gift. No one's ever bought me something like this before. No one's ever taken my passions as seriously as you do.”
He tugs off my pants, leaving on my black lace panties, and lays me down on my back. “So far so good.” He presses a kiss to my navel, licking down my happy trail, stopping when he reaches the waistband of my underwear. “I think I'll leave these on.” He loves leaving my panties on when he fucks me, but I have a feeling he won't be doing that right now. Based on the primal look in his eyes, and the way he's licking his lips, he's after something else.
He lifts my legs, bending my knees forward until they’re nearly touching my chest, and slides the back of my panties to the side. Cool air sweeps against my exposed hole, causing me to shiver, but it’s soon replaced with the heat of his warm, wet tongue. He licks up and down my pucker, causing my back to arch and my thighs to shake.
I became a puddle of mush the minute he touched me, melting against the piano, no longer caring if it breaks underneath me. Spreading my ass apart, he buries his face between my cheeks, lapping and sucking at my hole before plunging his tongue deep inside. My walls tighten around the intrusion and I become a squirming mess as he continues to thrust deeper inside me, swiping his tongue around, hitting all my sensitive nerve endings.
My body quivers and long moans slip from my lips, and I get lost in the pleasure rolling through me like waves in an ocean. I buck my hips, pressing myself further against his mouth, not able to get enough of his hungry tongue. He slides a finger in next to it, moving it in and out slowly before adding a second. I'm ready to come out of my skin when he repeatedly hits my prostate. Warmth radiates down to the pit of my stomach and my body convulses as my cock covers the skin around my belly button with my release.
It's not the first time I've come untouched, but Jamie was the first person it happened with, and I knew he'd be the last. I knew after the first time he touched me that nothing or no one else would ever compare. It doesn’t matter how much time passes; I want Jamie today as much as I wanted him that first night I saw him at the club. It's his birthday and still he makes sure I'm taken care of first.
He presses kisses to the inside of my thighs and licks my stomach clean. “I did see somewhere long ago that it was better to eat dessert before dinner,” he says, lifting me up into a sitting position. “Who knew a piano could serve a double purpose?” His lips are warm when he presses them to my forehead.
With a lazy smile, I stare up at him, tilting my head to the side. “We have access to a bed these days. We may want to start using it at some point.”
“We do, we sleep in it.” He winks, pulling me to my feet, and I sway against him before gaining my balance.
