"Goddammit, Man," she was breathing hard and her chest was expanding shallow before she was able to release what little air she retained. "I've never... umm, damn. I've never had anything like that done to me before."
"Oh but you will again, I promise you that," Xavier said with a smile. "Like I said you're my Valentines from this day forth. No more shall either of us be alone on the day of love. I want you so bad, but I know you'll have a damn good life with Jim, but you'll be mine once a year... if only for a few hours, you'll be all Mine. You'll be My Valentine. Ok?"
"Yes," she found the strength to move and soon she was straddling his lap and they were kissing deeply.
Sadly she stood and found her clothes, and not bothering to dress she disappeared behind the bedroom door leaving him with his thoughts. Xavier couldn't stop smiling as he watched the wiggle of her ass, but that only lasted a moment and then he was alone. She'd been his first white girl, and he was smitten. Her scent was trapped in his nose as he stood and made his way to his room. As he passed their door, he could hear Jim snoring, and in his mind he could imagine Shannon laying there remembering everything.
"I can't wait until next year," he whispered just knowing she could hear him.
Morning came and Shannon was amazed that both she and Xavier were able to play it off as if none of last night happened, but low boil steaming between her pressed thighs begged to differ. They passed in the hall between the rooms and bathroom with the normal morning pleasantries, and the three of them enjoyed breakfast with the boys discussing an upcoming game that weekend. Jim was constantly slapping his friend on the shoulder as they went about with their usual loud and boisterous horseplay. Nothing about her life had changed, and with just her eyes she thanked Xavier.
The friendship between the three was closer than ever, and through the remainder of their college years they were called the Three Musketeers. Xavier was pretty much the star quarterback for the school football, and he'd help develop Jim into one of his best go-to receivers. The two of them were the school's favorites with girls hanging all over them, but Shannon never really worried about her Jim straying. She watched as Xavier just ran through girls until he ran across Zoe Abrams, a science prodigy who Xavier always teased that she'd snagged him with a love potion she brewed up daily. Zoe quickly became their D'Artagnan, and the four were inseparable.
Three years of college, and during those three years Shannon and Xavier met and shared Valentine's Day with as much heat and passion as that first night. They would separate sadly and promising to always be the other's Valentine. For her those few captured moments with Xavier always made up for Jim never remembering any holiday throughout the rest of the year. For Xavier, it was a stolen bit of time with a woman he was madly in love with, and each time he drove away he'd whisper to her through his closed window as she stood waving to him...
"I love you more than words... my sweet Valentine."
She and Jim married first right after college thanks to a pregnancy scare shortly after her and Xavier's senior year Valentine's Day rendezvous. Shannon had never been so scared, but from the moment she told Jim she was pregnant; through him proposing and she feeling she had to accept; a few short months of planning and walking the aisle with a fat belly to receive her diploma; and finally walking the aisle to wed the man she was unsure was the father of her baby. This was all a tumultuous time for until her first child was born with a head full of corn silk blonde hair and blue eyes. From that point on they practiced more precautions.
The years passed quickly and they lived for their yearly stolen moment. Two years after college Xavier and Zoe married with Jim as best man and Shannon as maid of honor. Xavier was in a rare mood and asked if she could get a way a few hours before the nuptials. Chancing her husband noticing she was gone she'd met him for lunch.
"This is dangerous, Xavier," she leaned over the table taking his hands into hers.
"I had to see you," he smiled as he stared into her eyes. "I needed you to know that no matter what, Valentines is still our day. I needed you to know..."
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply to keep him from finishing what she knew was about to fall from his mouth. She wanted to hear it, she'd dreamed of those words coming from his mouth, but not today.
"You're getting married today, Xavier," she whispered as their lips separated. "Everything changes."
"No, nothing changes," he squeezed her hands. "Please, promise me that we'll still have our day. Please... promise me."
"I promise," her eyes misted but her smile reassured him and they shared one last kiss before she slipped from her seat and rushing from the restaurant.
The wedding went without a hitch. At the reception Jim gave a rousing speech and then afterwards the new couple shared their first dance. Zoe looked beautiful and Xavier was quite dashing, and through the night Shannon couldn't quit staring. She wanted to be happy for her two best friends, but as she looked from Jim to Xavier she had to fight crying. As always... he noticed and he came to her with his hand out to dance. Zoe stood there watching with a huge smile.
"I'm jealous, Xavier, "she whispered. "I want to be happy like her."
"I know," he kissed at her ear. "I wanted to tell you something earlier."
"I know," he spun her to the music holding her tightly to his body. "We can't have more can we? All we'll have is Valentines?
The dance floor was crowded with people and as he looked he saw Zoe and Jim talking together. His kiss was so soft that it literally took her breath away, and as their lips parted she could see his desires to be with her in his eyes. Their smiles mimicked the others as they held hands walking through the crowd of dancing guests.
"Jim," Xavier placed Shannon's hand into his friend's, "I think you should dance with this beautiful woman."
Zoe quickly agreed as her husband took her hand and led her back to the center of the dance floor. She didn't see the flicker of sadness in neither pair of eyes of her best friend or her husband, but she did see the look of noninterest in Jim's and it hurt her deeply. Wrapping her arms around Xavier's neck she held to him hard feeling sorry for Shannon as they danced around happily.
* * *
Shannon took a deep breath as she closed her eyes falling deep as his long tongue teased the insides of her thighs. The years had passed quickly and here she was once more on Valentines spread out in her lewd glamour as Xavier had his way with her body and heart. Time had taught him a number of things but the best of those was the manner in which he could draw out a number of orgasms from her... especially with his tongue. Her fingers were laced behind his head trying to lead him to her well of need, but he was settled into dragging out his oral seduction of her body. Each swipe of his tongue caused her entire body to tremble and her to moan out as he pushed her closer to that edge of bliss.
He draped her legs over his broad shoulders and he dove in. The heat of his tongue and breath seared a path from the bottom furrow of her saturated lips up to her bellybutton and back down. Her legs seized up and locked behind his neck and her fingers dug into the crumpled sheets covering the bed. Shannon's mind splintered and shattered as his tongue parted her lips and slid into her depths as his face nuzzled into the very center of her body. Her pussy flooded and then drenched his face as his nose pressed against her clit. Her eyes fluttered and her body shook, he grabbed her at the waist and held her in place as his mouth continued to drive her insane. Her mouth fell open and no sound fell from her throat as her back arched and was grinding fiercely against his face and mouth; lightning struck as her orgasm finally burst and all she could do was hold on to the back of his head.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he said as her legs released his head and he knelt up between her things with a smile on his face and his goatee dripping.
"You're a mess," she giggled as he leaned over her body and their lips met, "and Happy Valentine's Day to you too."
The heat of their kiss spread throughout their bodies as she felt the head of his cock
brushing against her ultra sensitive lips. Her pussy blossomed open soaking his path as he pulled back and slowly eased his way inside her welcoming body once again. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as her breathe puffed through her nostrils. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her toes were curled as her legs laced pulling him in deepened. Their lips parted as he pulled back, and she screamed as he thrust forward. Their bodies began to beat together as he set the tempo and she matched his stroke. Her body was on fire as she felt both stretched and stuffed and then suddenly emptied before his pattern of attack repeated over and over.
Her breasts bounced all over her chest as his groin beat and grind and gyrated against her wondrously bruised pelvis. The heels of her feet were digging into the small of his back and their lips met once more. She could feel her voice screaming into his mouth as he sucked her breath in. Their bodies pressed tightly together soaked in sweat and pushing into the sheets covering the mattress. Her body was no longer hers to control as his dick stroked and strummed at her insides like a master violinist and she could feel that cresting of her passion building and preparing to crash.
As his strokes deepened, her screams vibrated against the room's walls. She could barely hear the sounds of their wet bodies beating against each others over her own wails. Her ears were ringing, her chest was heaving; she opened her eyes and saw stars as he orchestrated that final push over the edge. He felt like he was inside her belly as the fire raged out of control. Her legs trembled and seized as she trapped him on his final thrust and she kept him from moving as they both cascaded over the precipice.
Xavier held her to him as their orgasm washed over them. She cried out as his lips found hers once more. She panted into his mouth as they slowly leveled out and the spinning world finally came to stop. She opened her eyes and looked up at him staring down at her smiling.
"I love you," he said between deep breaths. "I always have."
"I love you, Xavier," their lips met. "I always have."
* * *
"You know he loved you... right?" Zoe was hugging her so tight she could barely breathe.
"I loved him too, Zoe," she whispered as she pulled back and wiped away the tears from her best friend's eyes. She stepped back and watched as Zoe also hugged Jim and reminded him as well that Xavier loved him like a brother.
The three of them stood next to the open casket before turning to stare down into the 'frozen in time' facial features of the man they'd all known since college. Shannon recalled how she had received a call from Zoe just a bit more than a week ago letting her know that Xavier had been in an accident and that he was in the hospital... but they were not expecting him to make it. Even now the three of them all had tears in their eyes as Zoe reached down and stroked his face.
"He'd always said he'd prepared for this day," Zoe's tear fell upon the tie her husband wore. "He left letters for the both of you, and in the letter to me he asked me to tell you both that he always loved you and that he wants you both to promise to always love one another. "
She reached into her purse and retrieved the two letters handing them their respective note. She hugged and kissed their cheeks once more before leaving them with their own thoughts. As she walked away, so did Jim leaving Shannon alone.
* * *
"My dearest Shannon, I hate more than words can describe that you're reading this letter, and I can only hope that your last and lasting memories of me are all good. The years we've shared have always been the most treasured in my life. I only have two regrets where you're concerned, Shannon; the first is I should have made you mine. After that first Valentines I knew then I was in love with you. I shouldn't have ever let you return to Jim's bed. I should have told you my feelings and it should have been me that you married. My second regret... we should have had a child so that you would always have a part of me with you forever. I always wanted that first to be mine. I hope that you don't hate me for my love of you, but it's grown over the years into something I would never deny and I spent a lifetime hiding it from my wife and kids. Please keep an eye on them for me, and remind them constantly that I loved them. Never forget I love you always. Xavier.
February 14th fell on a Sunday and to honor his love for the holiday Zoe held his funeral that afternoon. The services were held at the church they were married in, and the priest who performed their nuptials took care of his farewell. Jim and Shannon sat close to Zoe to comfort her and the children. At the graveside they all watched as everyone walked by bidding the last goodbyes as they laid upon his casket a single white rose. After the crowd had passed Jim stepped forward and he said a quiet prayer and farewell trying not to break down in more tears than he'd all ready shed; he walked up and hugged Zoe and kissed her forehead, and he glanced at Shannon silently letting her know he had to walk away.
"Zoe," Shannon hugged her friend, "we will always be here for you. I know you'll need a little time, but I'm here when you need me."
"Thanks, Love," Zoe kissed her cheek before letting her go to the casket.
Shannon laid her rose wrapped with the note he'd written her upon the casket. She watched for a moment as Zoe walked with her three kids to the waiting cars before turning back to the casket holding Xavier. She rubbed the smooth wood as she softly wept.
"Goodbye, my Valentine," she whispered. "I love you, Xavier."
She turned and walked away leaving behind the one man who had her heart. Her Valentine love...
Sexy Valentine
T.H. Snyder
Tonight is guaranteed to be a night I'll never forget; at least that's what my boyfriend Blake has been telling me for the past week. Even though we've been together nearly a year, this is our first Valentine's Day together as fuck buddies.
I've picked out the perfect outfit, right down to the fiery red lipstick. I know it will drive him absolutely crazy.
Blake and I have a relationship that works well for us. We are extremely busy business people, in and out of board rooms all week long, but when we do have time to spend together, well hot damn, we make the most of it.
I've been primping for this special occasion all day long, starting with a trip to the spa. I got the full treatment today with a massage, manicure, pedicure and a full wax in all the right places.
As I set down the curling iron, I reach for my brand new tube of lipstick. I chose this color not just because it's Valentine's Day, but because red is also Blake's favorite color.
I glance at the clock on the wall to see what time it is. Shit, I only have fifteen minutes until he arrives.
I quickly set down the lipstick, discard my pink silk robe and pull on my black lace thong. Just as I'm about to reach for my strapless black bra the intercom buzzer signals that he's here.
Shit, piss, fuck. It's so typical of Blake to be here early. Well, too bad, I'm not ready, so he'll just have to wait.
I pull on my silk robe and walk out of my bedroom, through the living room, and towards the front door.
My nerves peak at an all time high as I push the button.
"Hello," I say.
"Well, hello there, beautiful girl; you ready for a night you'll never forget?" He asks.
His voice is deep and dark and just the sound of his voice has my body longing for this night to begin.
"Actually no, you're early, so I'm not ready quite yet," I say with a giggle.
"Okay, well buzz me up and I'll help you get ready. You won't need much of anything for what I have planned for us tonight, anyway."
How can one man's voice do things to me that no other man's mouth, hands, or body have ever been able to do before?
Without another word, I push the button to let him in the building. I unlock the door and open it just a crack so that he can come in.
I go back to my bedroom to finish getting ready.
I grab my thigh highs and garter belt from the dresser and sit on my bed. I roll the thin material up my silky smooth legs then clip the garters on. I toss the robe onto my bed and move towards my walk-in-clo
set for my strapless black dress. It's nothing too fancy; just a little number I found at Saks Fifth Avenue the other day. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it for my night out with Blake.
Hurrying into the bathroom, I look into my full length mirror to check my appearance.
Oh shit, I forgot my shoes.
I quickly rush back into my closet and I hear the front door shut.
"Sadie, babe, where are you?" I hear Blake call from the living room.
"I'll be right out," I reply, from deep inside the closet.
Picking out my black Louis Vuitton four inch heels, I slip them onto my feet and walk out of the closet.
And run smack into a rock hard body.
I attempt to pull myself together as every inch of my body longs to melt into his.
I run my hands down the front of his white tuxedo shirt and my hands linger for a moment on the firm and toned abs beneath his shirt.
Damn this man and how incredibly gorgeous he is.
He has his dark blonde hair styled ever so perfectly, not a strand is out of place.
Looking up into his brilliant blue eyes through my veiled lashes, I give him a seductive smile.
He pulls me closer to him and I wrap my arms around his waist.
He lowers his head and our lips meet.
Chills run through my body as he nips at my bottom lip and licks his way into my mouth. His tongue meets mine and, for a few moments, I'm powerless and lost in his kiss.
He takes control with his tongue and I begin to feel lightheaded.
My guy knows exactly how to drive me crazy.
We briefly pull away and he looks me over from top to bottom.
"Wow, you look amazing," he says.
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