Page 15 of Sweet Valentine

“Noah…” she moans, leaning her head back against my chest as I pull her hips against me so she can feel what she’s been doing to my cock all morning.

“Yeah, baby?” I whisper against her skin and smile as goosebumps appear all over her shoulders and arms.

“We can’t do this right now.” I chuckle as she grinds her ass against my groin, making it impossible for me not to thrust into her. I know we just had a night of sex. I know that she needs to get prepared for her day at work, and I know I have a stack of book reports to grade on my desk at home. But all I can think about is bending her over this table and fucking her until all I hear is my name echoing across the room. But I ignore all of that as my hands graze up her torso and stop just below her breasts. Her sharp inhale as my thumbs lightly brush across her nipples makes me want to do some pretty unsanitary things to her right now.

“I have more cookies in the oven, and I need to roll out the dough for the…” She trails off as my lips track the side of her throat, and my tongue dips into the curve of her neck. Her moan spurs me on, and I take a glance at the timer in the oven and see we have just under ten minutes.

“Val, I know you want this, I can feel it coming off every inch of your skin.” Her eyes dart to the oven, and I kiss the shell of her ear before I say, “I’ll make sure we’re done before the timer goes off. All I want you to worry about is how hard I’m gonna make you come right here. Right now.” I don’t let her say anything else before I grip her chin and turn her so I can capture those amazing lips. Lips that have haunted my dreams for so long that the idea of never tasting them again sends me into a spiral.

“But I need to…” Just as she starts, I stop her, sending my hands past the waistband of her yoga pants and into her panties. The moment my fingers brush against her wet folds, she shudders.

“I’m not stopping you from baking. In fact,” I say while lightly brushing against her clit, sending little shocks throughout her body, “I think you should continue. That way, you have no reason to hate me after we’re done.” Her laugh fills the room as I continue lightly stroking her, my lips trailing up the side of her neck and coming to rest just below her ear. I know she can feel my breath on her skin, and judging by the way her body arches into mine whenever I breathe out, I would say she loves it.

“H-hate you?” she stutters, her head tilting forward, giving me an all-access pass to her neck, which doesn’t seem like a sexy place on a woman, but on Val? It’s hot as hell.

My fingers stop their ministrations as I pull my hands out of her pants and turn her face toward me once more. “Sweetheart, you bake. I’ll just be down here having my breakfast.” With that, I fall to my knees behind her, bringing my fingers to the edge of her pants and pulling.

“Noah…we shouldn’t do this in here.” She’s right. It’s not sanitary, there’s food around, the oven is on, and we could burn a whole bunch of cookies. But right now? All I can think about is getting a taste of what she has between her legs.

“Val, babe. Just relax. Let me eat you out, okay?” She doesn’t say a word as I pull her pants down until they get stuck at her knees, leaving her in just her black lace panties. My palms caress the skin of her ass as I lightly kiss over every exposed inch of her. Before I think better of it, I sink my teeth into her flesh. When I hear her yelp, the heat rises, and I rip her panties from her body.

“Noah! What are you—?” Before she can finish cussing me out for ripping the only pair of panties she has at the shop, I dive headfirst between her legs, sucking on her clit. “Fuck!” she screams into the empty room. I don’t know what it is about this place, but hearing the echo of those cries makes me want more…so much more.

I know she’s close. My tongue laps at her, making her legs shake above me. My hands take hold of her hips as I give my all to making this woman feel as amazing as I did last night. As incredible as I know she felt last night.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. I can feel those legs shaking and that ass grinding on my face. You ready to come for me?” Her head tilts forward, her hair blocking the view of her face, but from the way her knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the table, I would say she’s close.

“Noah…please. I can’t take much more…” God, I love hearing her beg. It’s my second favorite thing besides hearing my name coming out of that pretty mouth.

“What do you need, Val? Tell me, and it’s yours.” Her ass grinds against my head, but I move away just an inch so I’m not actually touching her. I know this is torture, it’s hard for me, too, but in the end, I know Val. And depriving her now will be worth it in a few seconds.

“I need you…I need you to touch me.” I love hearing those words from her lips. I’ve fantasized about them, hoped she would one day beg me to make her come, to touch her. But this? Reality? It’s far better than I ever imagined.

“Sweetheart, I can’t say no to you,” I mutter, taking both my hands and holding her hips still as I bury my face between her legs once more and devour her. Her hips rotate with every stroke of my tongue, and just as her body starts to shudder, I pull back. Just as she starts to complain, I thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and start fucking her, sending her over the edge.

“Noah! Jesus…” she yells, her words bouncing off the walls and cascading around me, making me feel like a king. “Don’t stop!” she shouts as my fingers thrust in and out of her at lightning speed.

Just as she starts to come down from her high, I release my fingers, pulling her hips back toward me. My lips find her pussy once more, and I groan at the taste of her. The evidence of what I did to her. Nothing will ever taste this good. Ever. Not even her baking.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Why do you love this movie so much?” Noah asks as I press play on the remote. We’re watching Deadpool…again. I know he probably doesn’t want to watch it, but he told me it was my choice tonight, and now he has to live with that decision.

“It’s the perfect movie!” I squeal as he gives me a doubtful look. I roll my eyes because this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation. “It has everything you want in a movie: superheroes, gore, swearing, humor, and some romance…the perfect flick.” He just smiles and kisses my cheek as we get comfortable and start watching.

“So, what’s your favorite movie?” I ask, realizing I don’t know. A sinking feeling starts to rise inside me because I should know this by now, right? It’s been a few weeks since we first slept together, and I’ve told him almost everything about myself. But him? He’s still a mystery.

“Die Hard,” he says with a mouthful of popcorn, and I start laughing. “What’s so funny?” he asks, leaning his body toward mine.

“That’s such a guy answer,” I say because every guy I know says that Die Hard is their favorite movie…I wonder if there’s a fan group or something.

“Well, it’s true. Now that movie is perfect.” He kisses me lightly, his hand resting on my knee as he goes back to watching the TV screen. My eyes scan his face as I tilt my head to the side, my fingers lightly brushing the back of his hand.

“What else don’t I know about you?” I ask, feeling his body stiffen under my touch.

“What do you want to know?” His tone is hesitant, which makes me sit up and face him. We’ve had this conversation before, but I still feel like I’m missing something. He knows everything about me, I’ve been an open book about my past, and yet he never elaborates on his.

“Everything? I don’t know much about your time before me. I know why you became a teacher, but other than that, I don’t know what your childhood was like, who your first girlfriend was…who you were with before me…” A subtle but hardened expression crosses his features before he hides it. My heart starts racing, and I wonder if bringing this up was a good idea. I want to get to know him, but I don’t want to push. I know firsthand what that’s like, and I don’t want our relationship to start off on a sour note.

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