Page 87 of Never Your Valentine

I gently back away from her, then slide off the edge of the bed and kneel there. I put her legs over my shoulders and explore the glistening warmth between. I move my mouth over her mound, savoring the taste of her. I take my time, giving her slow, careful attention, loving the way ripples of excitement pass through her.

She thrusts her hips forward. Her hands are in my hair. She’s making throaty hums of pleasure. I need to hear more. I need to do more of whatever it is that makes her sound like that.

“Now,” she says. “Please, Grant. I want you.”

She’s hot. She’s soft and wet. Lust is burning through her and it’s me she needs. She needs my hands, my tongue, my cock. “Right here, babe,” I say. “I’ve got you.”

I join her on the bed, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, her lips. She’s frantic now, her hands roaming over me. She lunges for my stash of condoms but I’m already there. It only takes a moment to get it into place.

I sit on the edge of the bed and help her straddle me. We pause there for a breathless moment. Then we move. I’m in her with thrust after thrust. But that’s not enough for Annabelle. She pulls me tighter. It’s the deepest, most intense feeling I can imagine.

She rides me up and down. Yes. Yes. Yes. I kiss her neck, imagining a trail of fire down her neck. Annabelle rocks above me, matching my thrusts, making sure I’m hitting it just right. We push into each other and give each other what we both need.

I want to do this forever.

A sound escapes me. It’s soft and low and needy.

“God, that turns me on,” Annabelle says. “Do that again.”

So I do. I’m completely under her spell. I want to give her the world. The universe. I want to make her mine.

“I want, I want, I want…” she says. “I want to come.”

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.”

“I want you to come,” she says. “I want to see you lose control. I want it all.”

My whole self is in her. I’m giving her everything I have. I thrust into her again and again while she convulses around me. It’s the most beautiful sensation I’ve ever experienced.

My orgasm builds to its peak, the sensations radiating outward from my cock to my entire body. Joy bursts through me like color and noise as I lose myself in Annabelle. I feel alive in a way that I’ve never felt before. I’m desired. I’m whole. I’m completely, utterly wrecked.

This is more than sex. This is more than two bodies coming together. The words making love enter into my head. They sound ridiculous. That isn’t what we do. But tonight, I think maybe we got close.

Annabelle rolls off me and lands on the bed. She lets out a happy sigh. “Now this is ending the evening on a high note.”

“Who says it has to end?” I ask.

“Mmm,” her eyes are filled with mischief. She focuses on my cock. “Do you have more?”

“I’ll give you anything you want.” I hold up one finger to pause, go take care of the condom, and come right back. I lean on the door frame. “I think you should stay.”

“Stay?” Her eyes flare.

“Stay the night,” I say. “I’ve never slept with a woman before. The sleeping part, I mean. I’d like to try it. With you.”

“I don’t. I mean— I’m just across the hall. All my stuff is there.”

“I know. But if you go there, you won’t come back.”

She cuts her eyes to the door. I realize I’m blocking it, so I quickly move to her side. “Your five-step skincare routine can rest for one night. It’s just one night. I promise I don’t snore.”

“If you do, I’m sticking a sock in your mouth,” she says.

My heart does a touchdown victory dance. She’s staying the night. I fix her up with a brand-new toothbrush. She finds a makeup wipe in her purse to clean her face. I offer her the pick of my t-shirts to sleep in. She chooses my lucky euchre shirt.

It’s all so easy. It feels normal, as if we always have sleepovers. I turn off the space heater and pull the comforter over us. I’m on my back. She’s got her head on my shoulder, one arm wrapped around me, a leg between mine. It’s natural and relaxed in a way I’ve never felt before. We talk and murmur endearments and drift in cozy togetherness.

I shift a little. She shifts in turn. I ask if she’s comfortable.