Valentine's Day Virgin

Eric doesn’t even move as I slip out from under his arm to use the bathroom, and he doesn’t move as I look at him in the morning sun, perfectly asleep.

I like the way he looks asleep, peaceful and rested and still fucking sexy. I hope that what we did last night goes a little way toward him not hating Valentine’s Day. But I have an idea that might work too. Cheesy? Yes. But this is the man who bought me a corsage. Cheesy is good.

Quietly, I look in his drawers until I find some sweats that fit me. I’m drowning in them, but it’s better than wearing a ball gown. I saw where Eric left his keys, and I’m purposely quiet as I sneak out. I’ll be back.

And I am, armed with an absurd amount of Valentine’s Day candy that is now on sale everywhere. I’ve got chocolate and those sugary little hearts and some licorice and ropy red vines and anything else that I could get my hands on. But mostly chocolate. I noticed at dinner that he ate chocolate ice cream and he liked the chocolate sauce and he’s expressed more than once that he wants to lick it off me—an idea that I very, very much enjoy. Eric has a chocolate sweet tooth.

I spread out the candy on the bed and start opening bags, and it’s finally the crinkling sound that brings him awake. He smiles when he sees me.

“What’s going on?” His eyes are on all the candy, confused.

“Second part of my plan to make you like Valentine’s. Super cheap candy on the day after.”

“What are we supposed to do with all of this?” he asks, sitting up. The blanket falls down to reveal his perfect chest and it doesn’t conceal at all that his cock is hard.

I clear my throat, looking down at the bag of chocolate in my hands. “I thought we could eat it. In bed. Today. While you keep making me less a virgin.”

“That,” he says, “is a very good plan.”

And then he tackles be back on the bed and I fall into giggles.

14

Eric

The sight of Sally in my clothes has me raring to go. I like the way my sweatshirt is falling off her shoulder, and as I pounce on her, I taste the skin there.

I push the candy off the bed so we don’t melt it, because it’s about to get hot. “You better be naked under these,” I say, as I pull the sweatshirt over her head.

“I am.”

“Good,” I say tugging off her pants and flipping her over, “because I’m about to fuck you, Sally.” She makes a small sound of need and arousal and I cover her with my body. “I need to take you,” I growl in her ear. “I can’t promise to be as gentle.”

“Do it,” she says, arching her ass into me. “Fuck me, Eric.”

I retrieve a condom and roll it on grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She wiggles her hips, and her ass moves, one of the most tempting sights. I lean down and bite the skin of her ass and Sally yelps and then giggles, and those laughs turn into a moan as I move my mouth to her ass and lick.

“Oh God,” she says. “That shouldn’t feel good.”

“But it does, and I look forward to exploring that set of firsts with you too.”

But right now isn’t about that, I fit my cock against her pussy and thrust, slipping in easily this time. Sally is panting on the bed, hands gripping the sheets as I ease in. In and in and in until my balls are pressed up against her. But that’s all the gentleness I can give, because I need to claim her. She’s mine.

I pull out, and thrust back into the hilt. God she feels perfect. Her pussy is so tight and so hot that I’m plunging into fire, and I thrust again. And again. My hands are on her hips and I pull her back onto my cock as I drive in and I don’t hold back.

Sally is crying out, voice rising as I fuck the breath out of her. Her pussy is squeezing down on me and I grit my teeth against the urge to come so soon. I want to make this last.

But I don’t think I can. It’s coming too fast and I want her too much. I wind my hand around and find her clit, stroking as I fuck, and I feel her pussy clamp down, and she screams my name as she suddenly comes, shaking, breathless and so goddamn beautiful I lose my breath.

I don’t slow down, fucking toward that feeling I can sense on the horizon, until my vision goes white and pleasure bursts through me like I’m a lightning rod. I have no control over it as it spears through me, freezing me in place as I thrust. I come in waves, orgasm falling over me in ripples, and I come out of it breathing hard, holding Sally’s hips against mine.

“Sally,” I say, pulling out of her and quickly disposing on the condom. “I think your plan worked.”

“What plan?” she asks, ass still in the air.

I roll her over so I can see her eyes, cover her body with mine, because I like the way she feels when she’s underneath me. “The plan to make me love Valentine’s. I don’t love it, but I certainly don’t hate it the way I did.”

“Good,” she smiles, reaching up to touch my face.

“Are you all right?” I ask.

She blushes. “You couldn’t tell?”

I smirk, “I don’t want to fuck you so hard that you’re too sore for more.”

“I’ll happily take the soreness,” she says. “Just don’t stop.”

“I have to make a call,” I say, “because I’m not going into the office.”

“Oh?” She grins, and dives off the bed, coming back with two pieces of chocolate. “Why’s that?”

“Because we’re not leaving this bed today unless it’s for food.” She pops the chocolate into her mouth and I steal her mouth for a kiss, enjoying the taste of it along with the taste of her.

“You’re pretty rich,” she says softly, “I’m sure you could find someone to bring us food.”

That makes me laugh, and I hop off the bed to grab my phone. “I’ll be right back.”

I call Jennifer quickly and tell her to cancel whatever I have. Not just today, but for the next three days. I’ve deserved a break, and if I can convince Sally to spend that break with me, I’m going to do it.

My phone buzzes almost as soon as I walk back into the room with Sally. I fully plan to ignore it, until I see the name on the screen.

It’s my mother.

“Hi, Mom,” I say, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine dear, I was just calling to check in. You left the party so early, I thought you might be sick. I wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

Sally is looking at me, and I can see the worry on her face. I sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed and reach for her hand. She takes it. “You know that’s not why I left.”

There’s a long silence, and then, “I know.”

I take a breath. “Look Mom, I know that we’ve both been through a lot, and that we’ve dealt with it very differently. But please, you have to give me room to let go.”

“I know,” she says quickly. “Bianca and I had a long talk last night. I didn’t call just to find out if you were okay, I called to apologize. I just…I never want what happened to me to happen to you. I haven’t done a very good job of allowing that to happen.”

“I understand why you did it,” I say, squeezing Sally’s hand. She squeezes it back. “But I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore. You don’t have to think about me being happy or being able to find love.” I look over at Sally. “I am happy, and I think that I’m going to be happy for a very long time.”

Sally has frozen in shock, and I smile.

“It’s that girl,” my mother asks, “the one from last night?”

“Yeah. That’s her.”

“She seems nice. Took my bad behavior very well. I’d like to meet her again sometime.”

A sense of peace radiates through me, something I haven’t felt in a long time. “I’d like that too. We’ll make plans soon.”

I can hear her smile through the phone. “We can talk more about it, if you want,” she says. “I think we both have a lot we need to say.”