Page 67 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
She gets a little smack on the side of her ass for that, and then she gets a taste of my Sherlock impression. “Look at you lot, you’re all so vacant. Is it nice, not being me? It must besorelaxing.”
I’m not sure how happy I am about the moan and shudder that this elicits, but I’ll chalk it up to my amazing acting and light-handed spanking skills.
She mumbles something that I can’t understand. Her breaths come fast now, her bent arms covering her face, and she is writhing around. This is torture for both of us—my erection is straining against my jeans. I hop up to take off my pants and then flutter and flick my tongue at that pleasure center that has grown so slick and engorged from teasing. “What’s that, Luv?”
“Train,” she forces out.
Ahhh, yes. The lady was promised two swift orgasms, and I am a man of my word.
“No more talk.”
She still can’t handle it. Fine. My mouth is about to get busy anyway. I tug her back down to the edge of the bed, place her feet on my shoulders, and part those sweet folds. As I kiss the wet heat of her center, my groans vibrate through her. I could spend hours and days and years down here. Her hips move to the rhythm of my swirling and sucking. When her cries get louder and more high-pitched, when I feel her begin to spasm, her fingers clutching at my hair, I fuck her with my tongue. My arms are wrapped tight around her thighs to hold her in place as she bucks around. My name is the only word she knows right now, and it’s all I need to hear. The bucking is followed by rolling waves.
That’s when I pull back to let her revel in it, so I can watch in awe as she disappears into some ecstatic realm that I took her to. This is what I was longing to see last night, in the dark. The surprise and joy and torment in her face. The way her lithe body dances in place on top of the covers.
I don’t know if I was falling for her slowly, day by day, or if it all started when I met her and then got suspended for years by sheer force of will or denial. But I just fell so hard and fast for Birdie Beckett in the past half hour. I am dizzy with love for her.
I feel everything for this woman. In my heart and my soul and my aching hard cock. When the waves become tiny electric aftershocks, she forces her eyes open, trying to focus on me. She licks her lips, reaches out for me. We clasp hands and she pulls me up to lie on top of her. She wriggles around so my erection, still raging inside my boxer briefs, is snug between her legs. Right up against the warmth of her pussy.
“Eddie…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Did you buy a coat?”
I laugh, and it’s a while before I can stop laughing. She’s still at the tail end of an orgasm and she’s worried about whether or not I have a warm coat for the rest of the trip.
“Not yet. I had to get something else. I’ll run out to get it in a bit.”
She shakes her head. “You need to get a coat.”
“I will get a coat.”
“We need to get going.”
“We still have a few hours.”
“I mean…” She hikes herself up onto her elbows. “We need to have sex in the shower really quick before you do that.”
Dizzy.
Absolutely, fucking dizzy with love.
