Super Stupid Cupid (Super in Love)

His face was so handsome, goodness. There was no way a lady could resist this, the beauty of the man, the stellar attractiveness of the ring. It was all too much for me to take in and I nodded my head slowly, feeling the burning tears trickling down my moist face.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Felix sprung to his feet, glee in his eyes. He swept me off my feet and sealed his lips over mine, and my head spun. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Felix was going to be my husband. My forever Valentine.

He gave my towel a tug and let it fall to the floor before carrying me over and placing me in the center of the bed. His pajamas and his boxers hit the floor soon after, and he crawled into bed with me and kissed me again.

I lost myself in his kiss, melting under him, and his hands roamed up my sides to fondle my breasts. He pulled his lips from mine and trailed them down my neck and over my chest until he brought one of my nipples lightly between his teeth, his fingers teasing the other.

A moan escaped me and my back arched. He switched back and forth between the two sensitive buds until I was panting and writhing with need. Only then did he decide to be merciful and slip his free hand between my thighs.

One long finger slipped between my folds, gliding easily through the wetness. I whimpered and my hips bucked. He stroked that single finger over my clit and I yelped in pleasure. “Fuck, Felix, yes!”

He added a second finger and used them both to tease my clit, experimenting with patterns and speeds until he found the one that made my fingers dig into the sheets. Pleasure crested over me, and it only took a few more moments of his attentions to send me spiraling into an earth-shattering orgasm.

As I was still catching my breath and trying to connect my brain with the rest of my body, Felix pushed my thighs apart and knelt between them. He teased the full length of my slit with the head of his cock and I gazed up at him, panting.

When he meets my gaze, a smug smirk curled over his lips and he guided his cock into place at my entrance. Without breaking eye contact, he drove into my pussy, and I gasped and clutched at his back.

His first few thrusts sent a flurry of interesting aftershocks rippling through me, but it wasn’t long before I was building towards another fucking earthquake of a climax.

The white-hot sensations rippling through me were almost too intense to handle, but at the same time, I wanted more. I never wanted to stop. And I would never have to, because Felix was going to be mine forever.

I dragged him down for a kiss, gripping him tightly as he continued to pump inside me. This was pure bliss. Felix made me feel more loved than I ever thought possible, and the way he made my body feel was on a whole other level.

“I love you,” I whispered, both of us breathing raggedly.

“I love you, too, Mandy,” he murmured, kissing me again.

Pleasure ripped through me again and again, and before long I could barely tell when one orgasm ended and the next began, it felt like a nonstop climax carousel.

Felix shuddered and his breath quickened, and I knew he was close. I felt a little surge of excitement, realizing that by accident or by design, there was no condom between us, and he was going to cum inside me.

It only took a few more strokes before he tipped over the edge, and I reveled in the new sensation of him flooding my pussy with his load. The two of us remained locked in our tight embrace for a long moment, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, until finally, he slid out of me and sank down onto the bed beside me.

He pulled me to his chest and kissed my forehead, smoothing my damp hair away from my face. “Hope that was ok,” he said softly, “We haven’t really talked about starting a family yet.”

I shook my head, “It was perfect,” I informed him, “And the sooner we start a family together, the better, as far as I’m concerned.”

He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

I lifted my hand to gaze and the ring again, marveling at the way it caught the light. “Did I make a good choice?” he asked.

I smiled at him, cupping his cheek in my hand. “Not as good as the one I did,” I replied.

He chuckled and kissed me. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I couldn’t imagine a happier one.

THE END