Valentine

We pull up to my house, just outside of town, and I pull directly into the garage and then whisk her into the house.

Once inside, I take her hand and drag her into my bedroom.

“Ooh, is this where the magic happens?” she asks me hesitantly. “Never mind, I don’t really want to know the answer to that,” she says before I have a chance to answer her.

“Don’t be thinking like that little Dove. I ain’t been with a woman in years, at least ten of them, and certainly no one since I met you. Don’t you know that I love you? That I’m gonna marry as soon as possible?”

“Really? Wait, you wanna marry me?” Her eyes widen in shock as she stares up at me.

“Shit, Dove, are you listening to me?” I ask chuckling. I pull the engagement ring box out of my pocket, open it, and show it to her.

“Oh my God, Justin,” she squeals as I put the ring on her finger. Damn, it’s a perfect fit too. “I love it and I love you too.”

I look at her and realize that I may have lost my cool back at her house. She’s not even wearing shoes. Just the ice blue nighty and the lacy white panties I want to rip off with my teeth.

“Is that a fucking yes?”

“Yes. It’s a fucking yes,” she says turning her lips up and I can’t help but kiss her. Her little moan is going to be my undoing.

I move my lips down her slender neck, before I know it, I am ripping the little nightie off of her. She doesn’t need trappings for me to think she’s sexy. She could be wearing a damn parka and I’d still want her. I’ll always want her.

“Too many clothes,” I grunt, getting a good look at her. She’s fucking mouthwatering and damn do I want to put my mouth on her.

“I’d say the same about you,” she says trying to get her hands on my belt.

“Calm down, Val. We got all night.”

“I can calm down when you show me what I want to see,” she says crossing her arms over her gorgeous tits. I pull my shirt over my head, then take my pants off. I wonder what she thinks about the multitude of scars running up and down my body. “That’s what I am talking about,” she says grinning.

“Get on the bed, Val. I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I tell her honestly.

“Who asked you too?” she says moving to the bed. I follow her. Before she can get on the bed, I grab her arm to stop her. Running my fingers down the center of her chest, over the sides of her tits, and down her belly to the edge of her panties.

“I bet those white little panties are soaked. Are you wet for me my little Dove?” She bites her lip, nodding a little. Hooking my thumbs in them, I skim them down her legs, picking them up, I bring them to my nose and inhale. Her scent is both sweet and spicy. Like a junkie, I know that one hit will never be enough. Her eyes widen when I do this, and she gasps.

“What?” I ask, shrugging.

“That was fucking hot,” she says.

“Such language, my Valentine,” I say, tsking.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I am going to eat your pussy until you come all over my beard, Dove,” I tell her.

“That’s not really a deterrent is it now?”

“Probably not,” I say pushing her to the bed. I kiss her pouty lips again before moving down her body. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck on it before moving to the other one. Then I place kisses down her belly, where our baby will be growing soon. Then I reach her pussy. So pink and perfect and it’s all fucking mine. I run my nose up her slit before snaking my tongue out. I’ve barely touched her clit, but she arches her back off of the bed and cries out my name. She’s so fucking sensitive.

“Justin!” she cries out again.

“You are so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you,” I tell her going back to her pussy.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” she breathes.

“I won’t, Dove,” I promise before flicking my tongue on her clit in a circle eight figure. I slide one thick finger into her tight pussy opening. It’s strangling my finger, so I know that it’s gonna do the same damn thing to my dick. Slowly I add a second finger. My cock is hard as fucking rock and leaking precum all over my boxers. While I am dying to get inside of her, I don’t want to hurt it. It’ll be easier for her if she comes before I take her.

“Justin, please, I am going to come, I need more,” she begs me, trying to close her thighs.