by StVil, Lola
I am gushing, wave after wave of liquid being wrenched from me in the most exquisitely painful bursts imaginable. I don’t think I can come back from this. I am gone. I am not me anymore, I’m just lust and need and pain and pleasure. I am nothing, and I am everything. I am coming so hard. My pussy clenches but it doesn’t relax, it stays clenched, a tight muscle. I can feel each of Denton’s fingers in me. He is pushing back against my walls, but they stay clenched, a glove that reins him in.
He bites down on my clit again, and this time, my scream is far from silent. It’s the sound of an animal, a wanton animal that has lost itself completely in the moment. It’s the sound of pure desire, pure pleasure, pure pain.
He moves his fingers slightly within my clamped pussy, and he hits my G-spot as his tongue presses my clit against the top of his mouth. I feel every ridge on the roof of his mouth as he presses harder with his tongue. My clit pulses, taking on a life form of its own. Those pulses spur him on, and he licks my clit roughly and presses down on my G-spot again.
I don’t know where I am or who I am. I am lost, but I know Denton won’t let go. He’ll anchor me, bring me back to myself. I let go completely. I don’t hold anything back as another explosion ripples through me. I scream again and again. My throat is raw, and my final scream comes out as a broken whimper.
The waves roll through me, each one more intense than the last. I can no longer feel Denton’s tongue or fingers; I can only feel the effect he’s having on my body. I force my eyes open a little as I feel Denton move away from me. The waves are still coming, even without his touch. The orgasm grips me and my eyes slip shut again. I feel the mattress dip beside me and then his heat is there. I feel his finger run down my stomach. My skin responds to him, puckering into goose bumps at his touch.
The orgasm hits its peak, and the red goes black again.
I come to slowly, moving through waves of gentle pleasure that ripple through my body, leaving me feeling sated and relaxed. I am sitting up, cradled against Denton’s chest with his arms wrapped around me.
I move slightly, and he leans down and kisses me. His fingers move down my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind them. He reaches my pussy and pushes his fingers between my lips. His touch is gentle as he rubs them over my clit.
I move my arm up and rest my hand on his shoulder as I kiss him back. I run my nails up and down his neck. I run my tongue over his lips, and I feel him smile against my lips.
His fingers keep moving, and my body responds. I feel another orgasm building in my stomach. My spent muscles ache as they clench, but I welcome the ache like I welcome his touch. I shift myself slightly, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass cheek. It’s my turn to smile.
His kiss becomes more passionate, less gentle as I rock my hips back and forth, heightening the sensation of him rubbing my clit and teasing him as my ass moves against his cock.
I move my mouth from his as my orgasm hits me.
“I need to feel your cock in my pussy,” I moan against his ear.
He moans in response to my words. I pull his earlobe into my mouth and suck on it. My orgasm hits its peak, ripping through me, setting me on fire all over again, waking up my nerves, and they scream at me to make it stop, but I don’t want it to stop, I want it to never stop. I want to feel the pleasure, the pain. I want him to send me right over the edge again. I bite down on his earlobe as my sore abs clench, and my pussy tightens. He sucks in a breath as the sharp pain assaults him. He makes a strangled growl as I push my ass back and his cock pokes between the cheeks. The noise brings another rush of liquid from me.
As my orgasm fades, I push myself up and lift myself so I’m straddling Denton. I look deep into his eyes, and the lust I see there almost brings me to orgasm again. I love how much I can affect him—how much he wants me.
I lean in and brush my lips against his. I press on his shoulders, lifting myself slightly. He needs no further prompting. He grabs the base of his cock and positions himself on the edge of my lips. I lower myself onto him, feeling the sting as my pussy stretches out to accommodate his cock. I sigh in contentment as he fills me up, making me whole, making me his.
He runs his hands up and down my sides, tickling me as I move up and down on him. My legs are screaming, the muscles aching, but I push on. I don’t care how much it hurts. I don’t care if it breaks me. I need this. I need to take his cock and have him come inside of me.
He holds my hips, moving them up and down, slowly at first. I can feel the full length of him moving in and out of me. I bite my bottom lip and smile at him. He kisses me as we move together, locked in our own little world.
I can feel my pussy tightening around him, and he moans. I start to pick up my pace. My thighs scream at me, but I ignore them. He moves his hands from my hips, letting me take control for a moment. I slam myself down on him and then come back up. I do it again, and the third time I come up, I don’t let myself come all of the way down. I stay in the air, only the very tip of his cock inside me. I move up and down in short jerks, teasing him, not letting him all the way in.
He moans again, an agonized moan that tells me my teasing is working. I smile again. I keep moving in short jerks, and then I slam down, taking the full length of him into me again. His cock slams off my cervix, sending a rush of pain up through my stomach. The pain brings another rush of wetness from me, and Denton moans again as my pleasure coats him.
I stop moving, holding his cock inside of me. I clench my pussy, tightening and relaxing it, squeezing his cock. His eyes fly open, and he watches me for a moment as I torment him. I wiggle my hips as I squeeze again.
He growls and grabs me around my waist. He pulls me to him, and holding me close, he throws himself to one side. I land on my back with Denton on top of me.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he says with a glint in his eye.
I feel a tingling anticipation fill me. He slams into me, and I gasp as he stretches me, fills me again. There is no reprieve for me now, the gentleness of earlier is gone as he slams into me over and over again. He picks up his pace, and an orgasm explodes through me with no warning, no buildup. Just one moment it’s not there, and the next moment it is.
It takes me a moment to catch my breath as my body goes rigid and the orgasm flows through me, elevating me to another level. My eyes are open, but I can barely see as the lust clouds them.
Denton is almost there as my orgasm releases me. He’s moving fast now, short, sharp strokes that hit my G-spot. His breathing is ragged, his face twisted in ecstasy. I thrust my hips against him, matching his rhythm. He pants harder, barely able to catch his breath.
His strokes get longer, faster.
“Oh fuck,” he moans as his cock begins to twitch inside of me. “Robin.”
My name comes out of him on a breathy note, a long, drawn-out word that seems to pain him as it’s dragged from him. His cock twitches again and then he’s still as it spurts warmth into me again and again. His face is twisted, frozen in agonized pleasure. His muscles are taut. I cling to him, digging my nails into his back as he spurts into me one more time.
He breaths again. He pulls away from me and collapses onto the bed beside me. He slips his hand over mine, and we interlock our fingers. We lie that way for a long time, getting our breaths back, letting our battered bodies recover a little.
Finally, he turns onto his side and wraps his arm around my stomach. I roll over so I’m facing him, one hand cushioning my face. Every part of me hurts, and I love it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says again with a grin.
I laugh. He reaches up and strokes my face gently and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
I smile.
“Better than alright. Everything hurts and yet I’ve never felt so good. I don’t even know how to describe how fucking amazing that felt.”
He runs his fingers over my shoulder and down my arm, tracing circles on my skin.
“You were awesome, Robin. You took it all and still had more to give.”
He kisses me gently. My lips are swollen and sore, but his gentle kiss soothes them. I reach out and rest my hand on his hip. He pulls back and kisses my forehead. I am suddenly overcome with exhaustion like my body has finally given up on me after the thrashing it’s taken. I can feel my eyes closing.
I drag them back open. I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to lie here with Denton, enjoying the feel of his body next to mine. He smiles as I pull my eyes open again.
“It looks like I’ve worn you out,” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I mutter sleepily.
It’s all I can manage. I don’t have the energy to speak. My eyes slip closed again. I feel Denton moving, and I force myself to wake up. Is he leaving me here alone?
He isn’t going anywhere. He shifts position so he’s lying on his back. He moves closer to me and lifts his arm. It takes everything I have to lift my head. He puts his arm beneath it, and I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I bring my arm up and lay it across his stomach.
I fight to stay awake. He turns his head and kisses me on the top of my head.
“Go to sleep, babe. You’re exhausted.”
I don’t want to. I want to just lie here in Denton’s arms and enjoy him, but my body is done, and it seems I have no choice. My eyes close again, and this time, I don’t have enough energy left to drag them back open. I fall into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up and look to the side. The bed is empty. I know it’s late; the room is already light. I look at the clock. I’m shocked to see it’s after ten. I guess I wore myself out last night as well as Robin.
She was absolutely amazing last night. She took everything I gave her, and it will forever be etched in my memory. Her face twisting in ecstasy as she came again and again. The way her pussy clenched around me and wouldn’t let go. Just all of it. All of her.
My cock stiffens as I picture her in my mind, her cheeks flushed and her eyes rolling in their sockets as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. I was worried I had pushed her too far when she passed out, but she came around and straddled me, riding me hard. She’s got some stamina, that girl, and her body knows no limits.
I sit up and stretch. I wonder where she is, and I realize I can hear her moving around in the lounge. I get up and head for the bathroom. I want to take a quick shower before I go looking for her.
I shower and brush my teeth. I come out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. Robin is sitting on the end of the bed, her hair still damp from her own shower. She’s wearing my shirt from last night. She is clutching a cup of coffee, and I see another one on the cabinet beside the bed.
She smiles when I come out of the bathroom.
“About time,” she says. Her eyes fall on my towel. “You can get that off.”
I don’t need telling twice. I pull the towel away from me and throw it to the ground. She puts her cup down and stands up as I cross the room. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. My hard cock is pressed between us and I’m ready for her all over again. I move my hand down to her pussy. I slip my fingers between her lips and she gasps in pain as I touch her swollen clit. I pull back from the kiss and regard her with concern.
“You’re still sore?” I ask.
She laughs breathily.
“Still sore? Denton, after last night I won’t be able to walk right for a week. But this morning isn’t about me.”
She pulls my hand away from her pussy and turns me, pushing me back onto the bed. I shuffle back when she flaps her hands at me. She nods with satisfaction when I am lying flat on the bed.
She stands at the end of the bed watching me. I prop myself up on my elbows. She unbuttons the shirt slowly, one button at a time. She keeps it pulled closed, teasing me with a glimpse of her bare skin as she works on the buttons. She smiles at me once the buttons are all undone. She slips the shirt off her shoulders, exposing her naked body. Her nipples stand to attention as she pulls the shirt down her arms and lets it fall to the floor.
She runs her tongue over her lips in a way that sends a shock wave running through me. She steps toward the bed and puts one knee on it. Keeping her body low, she crawls over the bed until she’s positioned herself between my knees.
She runs her nails down my belly, hard. My back arches and I gasp at the sudden stinging pain as red marks appear on my skin. She grins. She flattens herself out until she’s lying on her stomach. She pushes her arm underneath my thigh. Her other hand grips my cock and directs it toward her open mouth. She sucks me into her mouth and circles her tongue around my cock.
I suck in a breath as her warmth spreads along my cock. She sucks harder, pulling me all the way into her mouth. She bobs her head, moving her lips up and down my length. She pulls her arm back out from underneath me and gets to her knees, bent at the waist, still holding me in her mouth.
She works furiously, her head moving. She brings her lips all the way up me and concentrates on the tip. The sight of her holding my hard cock in her mouth that way almost makes me come as a wave of pleasure flows over me. Her tongue makes tiny flicking movements that bring every nerve in me alive.
She plunges down, taking me all the way into the back of her throat. I buck my hips, testing her. She takes it like she takes everything I throw at her. She sucks hard, milking me, stretching my length. I can hear the sucking sounds, the wet slippery noise of her tongue lapping at me, and it almost sends me over the edge.
She brings her head up, letting me drop out of her mouth. She looks at me, her face a mask of wanton desire. She doesn’t speak. She just lifts one of her legs, straddling one of mine. She pushes my leg in and moves her other one so she’s sitting across my thighs. She shuffles forward and takes my cock in a firm grip.
She moves her fist up and down me, making me moan as she squeezes her fist tighter, bringing me to the edge of my climax. Her hand is moving faster and faster, a blur of motion that sets me on fire. I can’t hold back anymore, her touch is too much, too intense for me to stop myself from climaxing. I feel my cock starting to twitch. I am about to climax, and nothing I can do now will pull it back.
Robin bends at the waist and puts her lips over the end of my cock as I spurt. She sucks hard, pulling more come from me as my back arches. She takes it all into her mouth and then she sits up, her mouth full of my come. She swallows and runs her tongue over her lips making a contended ahh sound. She grins down at me, and I can’t do anything except shake my head in wonder at how I found this amazing woman and made her mine.
She moves to the side of me and sits down with her legs crossed in front of her. I shuffle around and lay my head in her lap. She runs her fingers gently through my hair and waits for me to get my breath back.
“You know,” she says, “considering how gutted I was when I found out I had to come to this conference over Valentine’s Day, it’s actually turned out to be the best few days ever. I might have to have words with Colin and ask him if he can send me away every year.”
She smiles down at me, and I laugh.
“I think I’ll send him a gift basket.” I grin.
I get up and sit facing her. I look her in the eye.
“And know this, Robin. Wherever you go, I will always be here, right by your side.”
FIVE YEARS LATER
It’s the week after Valentine’s Day. I’m standing in our bathroom, waiting. I am excited and nervous all at once. So much has changed over the last five years, and I have an idea it’s about to change again.
After our first Valentine’s Day together, Denton and I went home more in love than ever. I went back to work the next day and got everything in order, and the following week, I signed on all three of my prospects from the conference: Cartier, Vera Wang, and Jacobson Accounting. Their campaigns were all a huge success, and they all stuck with me afterward, although I still haven’t actually met Vera. Oh well, a girl can keep dreaming.
I don’t know how I
managed to pull it all off, especially when I discovered I was pregnant, but I did. I loved being a mom, and I embraced it wholeheartedly, but my career was going from strength to strength, and I wasn’t about to give all of that up. Denton set up a day care at his office, and every day, he would go off to work with Jackson with him.
The next Valentine’s Day, Colin told me I could skip the conference, but I spoke to Denton, and we both agreed I should go, with him coming along. My mom agreed to take Jackson for a couple of days, and we had an amazing few days. I brought in another couple of big-name clients for the firm. I had lunch with Charles, which seemed to be becoming as much of a Valentine’s Day tradition as Denton and I having hot sex.
Two weeks after the conference, I found out I was pregnant again. When Ruby came along, it was damned hard work, but we got through it. I told Denton, the day after she was born, that there was no way we were making this a tradition. We had talked about kids, and we both agreed that we wanted two. Now we had them, one of each. I jokingly banned sex on Valentine’s Day.
Of course, that didn’t last, but I didn’t go to the conference the next year. I’d learned my lesson. I did sneak over to Denton’s office for a quickie though.
Late last year, Colin announced that he was retiring. I realized that I had stayed at the firm for as long as I had out of loyalty to him because he took a chance on me when I was an unknown kid. I made a decision that day, a decision that Denton fully supported.
The next day, I called Charles, who had become a friend as much as a business associate and told him my plan: to start my own company. He not only agreed to come with me, but he put the word out to a few of his contacts, and I had enough work to keep me and the small team I selected busy before I had even set up the company. Margo chose to stay with the existing company, so I guess I never will get to meet Vera. Dave came with me.
I opened the company officially in January of this year, and I knew I couldn’t skip the conference again like I had since Ruby came along. I roped my mom into having the kids again, and Denton and I returned to the Beverly Wilshire.
