His Innocent Cherry Pie: A Double Virgin Valentine

"Oh God." I press my knuckles to my mouth, biting down. "Oh God, Cole. It feels so good."

"You like it, baby?" he asks. “You like it when I suck you? When I touch you?"

"I want more," I tell him, "I want it all."

"Patience, sweet one."

"I don't want to be patient," I say, "I feel like I've been patient my whole life. Right now, I just want you to show me what it means to be yours." My words must be an aphrodisiac because he begins to stroke me with his finger, running his thumb over my clit, breathing warm air against my cunt. Hot, heavy, real.

His fingers enter me, one and then another, opening me up and making me more than wet. I hear the sounds of my juicy pussy and his fingers flick inside me, hitting my G-spot, making my back arch and my cry loud.

"Oh my God." I moan. "Oh God, Cole, that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop."

"I won't. I'll keep on going until you're screaming my name. Here I thought you were a quiet bookworm. Turns out you're loud."

I love that he knows that about me, that I read books to pass the time. I love that he's been watching, waiting, finding the moment to make me his. And now, he has.

"Oh God," I say, "I feel something inside of me. It's about to burst."

"Good," he says, "Let it ride, baby. Let it ride."

I cry out as the orgasm washes over me, and his mouth is back at my cunt, kissing and petting and fingering me. He squeezes my ass and my legs are somehow over his shoulders. My ass in the air, his mouth buried in me. Tasting me as I get off. His tongue deep inside me, flicking and sucking. My tits bouncing. A smile spreads across my face and there are tears in the corners of my eyes because the pleasure that's running over me is more than I ever imagined.

People say sex is good, but this, this is fucking great.

"Oh my God," I say as he rolls over at last, lying down next to me. We turn to face each other. He kisses me. "I taste myself on you," I tell him.

"How does that make you feel?" he asks, running his hand over my back to my ass, resting it there.

"It makes me feel like when you said I was yours, you meant it."

"I did, Laura. I meant every damn word."

"I want more," I say. "Does that make me crazy?"

"No," he says, "I think that's probably good because my cock, girl, it's hard as hell. Touch. Feel me," he says, "then you'll understand that I sure as hell don't want this to stop."

I run my hand over his length. It's so soft and smooth, yet hard and firm at the same time. I can hardly wrap my fingers around his cock. He's so thick.

"What are you thinking?” he asks, running a hand over my shoulder.

"I'm thinking how are you going to fit inside of me?"

"Well, that's what I was just doing. Getting you nice and ready. You're so tight, baby, and neither of us have done this, but I think if we go slow, it’ll be okay."

I nod. "I want to go slow because I want to remember everything about this moment. Being here with you on Meadowbrook Lane, I just…” I swallow and there are tears in my eyes.

“What is it?” he asks.

"I'm just really happy. I'm really happy to be here with you. I feel like a while ago, I was so scared of what this could be. Sitting on that blanket for the picnic, I kept pulling away. My heart was twisted up."

"You sure you're not still scared?" he asks. "Because if you are, Laura, we don't have–"

"No," I tell him, "I think maybe between the kiss and the car ride and getting to that dance, I realized I was saying no to the very thing I wanted. I don't want a cowboy like my father, but you're nothing like him. Look at you, Cole; you have this land and these dreams for your house."

"And you," he says, "I have you."

"You mean it?" I ask. "I feel like you hardly know me. And I hardly know you."

"We can spend time getting to know each other," he says, "But I promise you, Laura, I'm not going anywhere. You can't spend your life at your aunt and uncle's house, but you could spend your life with me."

"What are you saying, Cole?"

"I'm saying as soon as you'll have me, I want to marry you."

My heart begins to pound and I wrap my arms around Cole's neck, rolling on top of him, kissing him all over. Ears, cheeks, nose, mouth. "You sure have a way with words, Cole."

He smiles. "It's not always like that, but with you, it's different."