Valentine's Day Virgin

by Penny Wylder

  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.”

  “Yeah,” I agree. “But not today.”

  “Not today. I’ll talk to you soon?”

 
; I nod, even though she can’t see me. “You will. I love you, Mom.”

  “Love you.”

  There’s an awed silence when I hang up the phone. I look at Sally. “That went better than I expected.”

  “You mean what you said? That you’re happy? That we could be happy?”

  I pull her across the bed toward me, and into my lap. “I do,” I say. “I thought that because we just met that there was no way that it could be true. That I would be just like my father if I was in love with someone so soon. But I can’t deny it anymore. I am very much falling for you, Sally Landing.”

  She turns pink, and I kiss her, savoring the way she still tastes of chocolate and the way she turns sweet and melted against my body.

  “Me too,” she says.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  I roll us back onto the bed. “I didn’t take just one day off from work,” I tell her. “I took three, and I intend to spend those days getting to know everything about you and every part of you.”

  She laughs. “Not leaving the bed?”

  “Not leaving the bed.”

  “I’m going to need some clothes sooner or later.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “That’s a problem for later. For the conceivable future, you’re not going to need any clothing.”

  “Is that so,” Sally smirks at me. “Why?”

  I run my hand down her side and that smirk fades into a look of lust. That’s a look that I could get used to on her face. “Because I plan on starting on the very long list of things that we have to do together. And each thing is dirtier than the last.”

  She bites her lip and arches her hips into mine. “Okay.”

  Epilogue

  Sally

  One Year Later

  Valentine’s Day

  The dress I’m wearing is gorgeous, though I’m not exactly sure why I’m wearing it. Despite my best efforts, Eric hasn’t fully embraced Valentine’s Day. I’ve accepted that he’s not ever going to love it the way I do, and that’s okay. He’s still agreed to celebrate with me, and I agreed that I wouldn’t subject him to a giant party. So the message asking me to come home wearing something nice is a little surprising.

  I turn my key into the elevator and feel it lift towards the top of the building. We’ve been living together for six months now, and there’s no end in sight. I’ve never felt as lucky as I do now looking back at the day I met Bianca. I’m half-way convinced that it was Cupid that yanked that chocolate cart out from under me, simply so that I could save her life, and then meet the love of my life.

  And he is the love of my life. There’s no question about that.

  The elevator doors open on our living room, and I freeze. Our entire apartment is filled with candles, every surface covered, and in the middle of the space is a table covered in ingredients for banana splits, all in separate bowls, just like it was served to us at The Empire Room a year ago.

  And next to the table, standing in a tuxedo, is Eric. I shake my head as I walk toward him, trying to look at everything at once. “Eric, what the hell is going on?”

  He smiles. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  “But you hate Valentine’s.”

  “I don’t hate it,” he says, pulling me in for a kiss. “Not anymore.”

  I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “You did all this?”

  “I did.” He’s grinning. “And I asked you to dress up because I am fully prepared to take you out for a fancy dinner on the town for this day that you love. But before that, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  “Okay,” I say, eyeing the table. Everything looks delicious.

  And then I feel Eric pulling away from me and I’m confused because it feels like he’s pulling down. I look at him, and my mind doesn’t register the position. Why is he on his—

  Oh. My. God.

  Eric is on one knee in front of me and my mouth has dropped open. “Eric…”

  “Sally,” he says, smiling. “I will never forget when you first walked into my office. I’d never seen anyone like you, and it was like I had been struck by lightning. You weren’t anything I expected, and I was falling in love with you before I even realized it.”

  There are tears in my eyes, and I’m trying to blink them away because I don’t want to miss a single second of this.

  “This past year has been the happiest of my life, and I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I say, though it’s quiet because I’m not in control of my voice.

  “I don’t ever want to be apart from you.” He pulls out a box from the inside pocket of his tux, and opens it. Inside is a beautiful ring, sparkling diamonds in a swirling formation with a filigree silver band. It’s absolutely perfect. And even if there were no ring at all, I wouldn’t care. “Will you marry me?”

  I’m nodding before he even asks the question. “Yes, of course I will yes.”

  Eric slips the ring on my finger and kisses me, standing so that he’s holding me close, my toes barely touching the ground. I kiss him back, showing him exactly how much I want this and want him and how happy I am. “I never want to be apart from you either,” I say tearfully. And then I slap his arm. “You did all this without me knowing.”

  “I’m very stealthy,” he says, kissing my nose. “But I’m glad you were surprised.”

  “I mean, yeah,” I say. “I had no idea. I thought the dress might be for dinner or something, but not this.”

  “Speaking of dinner,” he glances at his watch, “we have reservations.”

  “Or,” I say, “we don’t have to.”

  He looks at my face, searching. “You don’t want to go?”

  “I wouldn’t mind going to dinner,” I smirk, “but there’s perfectly good food here, and I would hate for that to go to waste.”

  We never did recreate that night with chocolate. We kept meaning to, and then we always found ourselves falling into bed without making it to the chocolate. This is an opportunity. I spread my hands across his chest and start undoing buttons.

  Eric laughs. “I did have an entire plan in place before I brought you home to ravish you.”

  “Any problem with ravishing me now?”

  He grins. “Absolutely not.”

  He helps me strip him down, and he’s naked before I am. I reach over and dip my finger in the chocolate sauce and spread it across one of his nipples before slowly licking it off. He groans. “Definitely, definitely don’t have a problem with this.”

  I laugh, flicking my eyes up to his. “You know, after dinner last year, you taught me how to treat your cock and you called it a lollipop.”

  His eyes are dark with arousal. “I remember.”

  “We’ve never actually done the whole lollipop thing.”

  “Sally,” Eric grips my arms, “are you asking me to cover my cock in chocolate so that—”

  “So that I can suck it off and make you come? Yes, that is exactly what I’m asking.”

  A slow, sultry smile grows on his face. “Your wish is my command.”

  I take the time to strip out of my dress while he does what I ask, leaving on my underwear, one of the sets that he loves. When he turns and sees me on my knees in purple lace, the look on his face turns from amusement to pure hunger. And then he’s there, and I’m catching dripping chocolate on my tongue.

  “Mmm.” I make the sound as I grab him and lick his shaft, cleaning the chocolate from his skin diligently and thoroughly. I’ve learned a lot in the last year, and I don’t need any guidance anymore on how to give him pleasure. But this is a step above.

  The sugar rush from the chocolate and the feel of his hands in my hair whilst I plunge down onto his shaft makes me wet. I’ve always loved doing this, ever since the first time when he took control and told me exactly what he wanted. In fact, he doesn’t let me do it as much as I offer.

  I move down, releasing his cock for a moment to tease his balls and take care of the left over chocolate that’s dripped there
. I suck one and then the other, soft and hard, rotating the pressure in the way I know drives him absolutely crazy.

  “Sally,” he says, but no more, because I take him straight to the back of my throat and his words are lost in a groan.

  I hum, letting him feel the vibration and everything about him is taut, ready, it won’t take long for me to make him come.

  “Sally,” he says again, guiding my mouth away from him. “Not yet.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Why not?”

  Grabbing the bowl of chocolate from the table and kneeling down to meet me, he dips his finger in it and traces it over my breasts. “Because I want to be in you tonight. Really in you.”

  I grasp his meaning. We’ve recently spoken about going without condoms, and this feels like a good time to make that change. “Yes,” I breathe.

  He gets rid of my bra and then I’m lying on the floor, watching him drizzle chocolate over my skin. His mouth soon follows, licking away the sweetness, making me moan because just like he promised me almost exactly a year ago, my new fiancé has superb tongue skills.

  He takes my nipples one by one and teases them until I’m arching off the floor. It’s a sign that he’s willing to take his time, and I love it because I know that I’m in for a world of pleasure tonight, and hate it because that also means that he has no problem drawing out that pleasure until I beg.

  My panties are gone now, and the warm, sticky feeling of chocolate spreads down across my skin, and Eric’s mouth seals over my clit, licking away the sweetness and taking me higher, closer to the edge.

  “I didn’t think that you could taste better,” Eric says roughly. “But baby you and chocolate are one damn good mixture.”

  “Mmm,” is the only response I have.

  Eric’s mouth is between my legs until I’m squirming on the floor and there is certainly no chocolate left to be found.

  He stretches up to kiss me, and I let him. He knows that I like it when I can taste myself, that it makes me wet and aching and wanting him. And then I gasp because he thrusts into my pussy in one brutal stroke, and it’s so familiar and so different without a condom.