His Innocent Cherry Pie: A Double Virgin Valentine

I nod. "You're saying we'd be something real?"

Cole shakes his head. "No, Laura, that's not what I'm saying at all. We’d be more than something real. I'm saying if I make love to you, I need you to understand that's it. I'll be a goner. I already want you, but if I see you naked under the full moon, me against you… Fuck, girl. I'm not going to take you walking away from me kindly. If you flip-flop again, it'll break my heart. If we do this, I want more than one night with you."

"What are you saying, Cole?"

"I'm saying I'm going to want forever." The intensity in his voice, the truth in his words surprises me.

"Cole, you're even better than I imagined. I knew a few hours ago that you were a good guy. A solid, trustworthy man, but now I know that you are an absolute alpha."

"Let me guess. That's how men are described in those romance novels?"

I nod. "Yes. They're full of heroes who know exactly what they want and they take it. They fight for their princess. Their happily ever after. And I know you're not going into battle for me. I know there's no mafia lord who is trying to collect your debts to him, but I know you are a real man. So if you're telling me that if we go forward, it means I'm yours, I'm just letting you know right here, right now, that doesn't scare me."

Cole's mouth crashes against mine and I shake, whimpering beneath his touch, because every inch of my skin is filled with pleasure.

"Oh God," I whimper into his mouth as he drags me onto the blanket, my body his. I'm ready to surrender.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he tells me, running his hands all over me. I lie on my back, looking up at him as he leans over me. "Every inch of you is perfect."

"How do you know that?" I say. "You haven't seen every inch of me, have you?" He shakes his head, a low growl rising within him.

"Damn woman. You're making me crazy."

"I hope I'm making you hard too."

"You have a way with words considering you've never done this," I smile.

"It must be all those romances I've been reading. I get what's going to happen next. Your cock is going to be hard, thick. My pussy, you're going to get me nice and wet. And then..."

"And then," Cole repeats. "Then I'm going to fill you up and make you mine. You understand?"

I nod, lifting up the hem of my dress, unzipping the side closure and then pulling it up over my head. In my bra and panties, Cole looks down at me. "Fuck, baby. You're perfect."

I reach back and unclasp my bra, setting it to the side. "Will you take off my panties?" I ask him. "Please?"

"You sure about that? Because once I see your pussy, pink and ripe, I'm going to want to eat you like that cherry pie."

"But you only took one bite of that pie."

"God knows I'm going to have more than one bite, more than one lick. I'm going to have all of you."

"Oh Cole," I moan. His words send a chill over me. But I'm not cold, I'm hot and bothered. "Please," I say, "you're making me crazy."

He grins down at me. "Good girl," he says, "because I need you to really want this."

"Oh I do," I tell him as I reach up and unbutton his shirt. He takes it off and then gently glides off his belt. So slow I'm nearly laughing. "This is torture. I'm waiting for you to get my panties off, to touch me like you just promised. Show me what it means to eat a cherry pie, Cole. Show me what it means to eat me."

His growl now is deep. Needy. He tugs off his jeans and his boxers, and there he is, my cowboy, his cock thick, standing at attention. "Oh God. You're huge."

"Yeah, I am. Big and ready and yours. You think you can handle this?" he asks. He strokes his shaft, pumping it nice and slow. I'm mesmerized. There's a drop of glistening cum at the end, a bead of his seed.

"Fuck," I say, "I'm already wet."

"Good," he says, "I think that's what's supposed to happen, biologically speaking."

I smile. "I know. I just... It's incredible seeing you like this. So ready for me."

He swallows hard as his fingers hook over the waistband of my panties and he slides them off. Up over my knees, past my ankles. He tosses them aside into our pile of clothes.

"Let me see your pussy, baby. Let me see your cherry." He presses open my knees, nice and slow. And then he dips his mouth to my center. "Fuck, you're smelling so sweet. So fine."

"You mean it?" I ask, a nervous excitement rolling up inside of me. And then I close my eyes because his tongue begins to flick my folds. I'm getting wetter by the moment as he begins to move his tongue up and down my slit. Tasting me, sucking my clit, making me whimper in a way I never have before.