My Dirty Little Valentine: An Erotic Anthology

by Pure Textuality Public Relations

  His words spurred something in me. I felt another orgasm crash in on me, and my breath seized along with the rest of my body.

  Holy shit that was fucking phenomenal.

  Jacob pulled out and set me on the toilet. His hands pumped his cock which was coated with my wetness and I removed my bra, giving him a bigger canvas for when he released.

  A few moments later, he groaned as he spurted on my chest. His eyes stayed fixed on the sight of his marking me. They flared with each new spurt that landed on me. When he was done, he sagged against the door and let out a small chuckle.

  I grabbed a paper towel and wet it to clean myself off, not wanting to be sticky for the rest of the trip. The image of his cum running down my breasts burned itself into my brain. It was such an erotic sight.

  "You never cease to amaze me," Jacob said with a lopsided grin on his face when we finished dressing.

  God he was so damn cute.

  "Yeah well, I'm only the way I am because of you." I suddenly felt embarrassed about my earlier brazenness.

  He kissed me tenderly on the lips and swatted my ass. "I'm not complaining. Ever. You're perfect for me in every way."

  "Thank you," I murmured against his lips.

  "Anytime." We kissed again but broke apart when a knock sounded on the door.

  "Excuse me, but I have to ask you to return to your seats," the annoyed voice of a flight attendant said.

  "Shit." I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my shirt. "That's embarrassing."

  "Live a little, Sunshine. It's good for you. Besides we're on our honeymoon. We're expected to be frisky."

  Jacob opened the door, and we moved quickly back to our seats. I know I didn't imagine the smirks coming from the men and the sidelong looks from the women, even though Jacob told me I was being paranoid.

  I really couldn't complain with how our honeymoon was starting out though.

  * * *

  Naked, Twenty-four Seven

  The airport in Punta Cana was a wide open space with minimal windows and a thatched roof. The walls without windows were open to the outside, and I loved it. We went through customs and were led to the shuttle that would take us to our resort. About forty-five minutes later we finally arrived, and it must be said that we were in paradise.

  The Majestic Elegance was a huge resort located on the island with private beaches and lots of amenities. It was the perfect place for vegging out with miles of silky-fine white sand and deserted beaches with coconut palms. Although if Jacob had his way, we would never leave our room. "That's what room service is for," he said when I inquired how we were going to get sustenance in order to maintain the level of activity he was planning for us.

  We were greeted at the entrance by our very own butler named Marvin. He brought us into the lobby, and I was in awe of the brilliance of the place. There was a huge master staircase leading down to a lower level where there was seating and a bar. There were floor to ceiling archways around the vast space, and they were open to the outside where you could see various ponds and pools through them. Everything was so elegant and classy. I couldn't stop myself from snapping dozens of pictures. Marvin was even nice enough to take a few of Jacob and me together on the stairs.

  Once I was done being a crazy tourist, Marvin led us down to the bar, and we got a 'Majestic' drink, which tasted like an orange slushy made with Caribbean Rum. After we had our drinks, he brought us back to the upper level where we bypassed the regular check-in desk for the VIP lounge that thankfully was air conditioned. The woman there gave us both a wooden Majestic Elegance Club VIP bracelet that we were to wear throughout the whole vacation. The bracelet would give us access into the restricted adult-only areas as well as cover our drinks and food. There was something to be said about splurging on the VIP package.

  Marvin gave us a tour of the resort and then brought us up to our room where our luggage was already located. The doorway had a sash across it that read 'Honeymooners', and I again made him take Jacob's and my picture with it.

  Hey, you were only on your honeymoon once, and I wanted plenty of pictures to remember this experience by.

  Once we were alone I headed out to our balcony and took in the panoramic views of the ocean and soaked in the sun and warmth. Jacob came up behind me and wrapped one arm around my stomach and the other around my chest.

  "It's beautiful," I whispered and closed my eyes. My body leaned back into his.

  "It is. I can't wait to make love to you out here."

  I slapped his hand and laughed. "Will you stop thinking about sex? Seriously. It's like you're a television and sex is the only programming available."

  "Oh please. I know you think about it almost as much as me. I saw the way you were looking at me earlier on the shuttle. Don't think I missed it."

  "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Matthews." He let go of me, and I went back into our room, fully taking it in this time.

  In the main part of the room, there was a four poster bed that had to be larger than a king. Across from that was a desk with a flat screen television mounted on the wall above it. Next to the bed was a low wall that separated the sitting area and the indoor Jacuzzi from the rest of the room. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on the table next to the chairs along with a snake made out of bath towels. I had been on a cruise once where they did different designs with the towels, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever, so it made me smile whenever I looked at it.

  "This place has everything. They even have aromatherapy for the pillows. Want me to crack open the champagne?" Jacob asked as he explored the room like a little kid, opening doors and drawers.

  "I'm going to wash up from our session in the airplane bathroom and then put my bikini on and we can go down to the beach. Those Bali style beds were calling to me."

  With an emerald green bikini in hand, I yelped as I was picked up and thrown onto the bed. The huge bed dwarfed my small frame. I wouldn't be surprised if I got lost in it.

  "What did I tell you?" Jacob said as he loomed over my body on the bed.

  I cocked my head to the side, choosing to ignore his question.

  "Naked, Kara. You are to be naked, twenty-four seven for the next two weeks. I want full access to this sweet, little body of yours. And I refuse to allow you out of this room naked, so it looks like you're staying here with me. Not lounging on some Bali style bed."

  "You can't keep me here. I want to enjoy this place. Besides, you're going to need recuperating time. It's not like you can fuck me every minute for the next two weeks." I rolled my eyes at how silly he was being.

  "I told you, that's what room service is for. Do I have to remind you that you're mine?" His voice dipped lower, and my belly flip flopped in a good way.

  "Maybe," I whispered on a breath when his finger started stroking my stomach just below the waistband of my jeans.

  "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. We can go out and explore after that." His head dipped down, and he started kissing a path across the skin around my waistband.

  "And we can go on excursions and sit on the beach or by a pool all day?" I asked trying to keep my voice level as I threw out my conditions.

  "Whatever you want. Right now I'm hungry." My stomach clenched when he said that. "Are you going to let me eat my favorite meal?"

  Oh God, was I ever. My fingers flew to my jeans, and he laughed as I raced out of my clothes. I loved being naked when Jacob was still clothed. I knew some people might find it to be a vulnerable position, but I found it beautiful the way he drank in the sight of me and worshipped my body. I knew he needed his clothing as a barrier to keep himself under control long enough to please me in ways that were unfathomable. And I appreciated every minute of it.

  After Jacob made me come three times, he finally made love to me slowly with his bodyweight fully on me. If I had to pick a position or a way for him to take me, that might have been it. I loved how close our bodies were. I loved feeling his weight and his sweat on me. And in that positi
on, he brushed my clit perfectly with each twist of his talented hips.

  My body was spent after four orgasms, and I was in need of some nourishment. Jacob ordered steaks and after a shower filled with more oral pleasure, we settled at the table on the balcony.

  "You're quiet," Jacob noted before he popped a piece of steak in his mouth. He studied me quietly while he chewed. It made me feel like I was under a microscope.

  I shrugged in answer as I pushed the mostly uneaten food around my plate. It wasn't that I wasn't happy, because I was. I just felt mellow and well... blah. I couldn't describe it.

  "That's it? A shrug?" His voice rose slightly like he was annoyed with my response.

  "Yes, that's it," I snapped back. It wasn't unheard of for us to argue, but it was few and far between. And for some reason, I couldn't help but argue right now. "Can't I just eat without you crawling up my ass over something as stupid as me being quiet?"

  "Wow. That's real nice, Kara." He shook his head and stood up from the table. Earlier, he had put on khaki shorts and a tight t-shirt when room service was delivered, which made his retreat easier to make. "I'm going to take a walk."

  I sat back in my chair stunned that he left when we had barely even argued. Appetite gone, I pushed my plate away and swallowed the rest of my wine, before filling my glass full again. Once that was gone, I walked into our room and flopped down on the bed.

  Well this was fun... Not.

  What the hell was I supposed to do while he was gone? Now that I had had some time to think about it, I knew I overreacted. I just hated when he expected answers I didn't have or when he pushed a subject when he'd be better off leaving it alone. It was a woman's prerogative if she wanted to explain her feelings or not.

  Staring at the ceiling and wondering how long he was going to be gone made me tired and my eyelids started drooping. I pushed up from the bed and found one of the silk and lace nighties in my suitcase that I had bought for the trip. It was a darkish gray-purple color with dark gray lace around my breasts and the hem. The lace was cut so low at the breasts it practically showed my nipples. It was lush and when I bought it, I knew Jacob would be appreciative that I splurged on the expensive item.

  I removed my robe and slipped the nightie on before climbing in bed and curling up into a ball. I hated the fact that Jacob was still gone. And I hated the fact that I was lying alone in our honeymoon bed on our first night here.

  I owed him an apology. Hell... I need to grovel to him since it was my stupidity that got us into this predicament.

  Jacob wouldn't get an apology tonight, though, because when he came back to the room to apologize to me for leaving, he found me sound asleep.

  * * *

  You and Me... Makes Three?

  I tiptoed back into our room and slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible. I set the brown bag from the store down on the counter and removed my clothes, slipping my nightie back over my head.

  In the middle of the night, I had woken up after having a wild dream that was so real it felt like it was actually happening. Jacob was asleep next to me with a hand resting on my arm. We typically slept wrapped around each other, but we must have separated at some point last night. I didn't even remember him coming back to the room. All the travel and sex, mixed with alcohol took it out of me, I supposed.

  After waking up so abruptly I realized that the dream was my mind's way of giving me a jolt in the right direction. As soon as daylight broke, I snuck out of bed and ran down to one of the stores in the lobby. Hopefully, my hunch would pan out and my Valentine's Day present for Jacob would be memorable.

  I grabbed the box out of the bag and got down to business. When I was done, I joined Jacob in bed with a huge smile on my face.

  Yes, this was going to be a memorable day.

  * * *

  Jacob

  I smelled her hair as soon as she hit the bed. I had heard her in the bathroom a few minutes before and wondered what she was doing, but now that she was lying next to me, I didn't care. All I cared about was burying myself in her. My cock was hard and aching with the constant need I had for her.

  Not realizing I was awake, she lifted my arm and snuggled into my embrace so that my chest was to her back. My hand ran up her body and cupped her breast. I smiled when I heard her breath catch. Then I ran my tongue up her neck and blew in her ear, making her whole body shiver.

  I rolled her to her back and propped myself up on an elbow next to her. Looking down on her, I was filled with love for this beautiful creature. I hated that I let my temper get the better of me last night. There was no reason for me to take her lack of communication so poorly. If Kara wanted to be quiet, I should have let her. I know when something was important that she never hesitated to share it with me. That was all that mattered.

  Watching her bite her lip, I got an odd sense that something wasn't right again this morning. She was acting sketchy. She should know by now that it's hard to pull the wool over my eyes. I'm trained to catch this stuff.

  "I'm sorry about last night," I whispered against her lips before putting a soft kiss there. My index finger lightly circled her puckered nipple.

  "Me too, Jacob. It was ridiculous how I acted."

  "It was," I agreed, which earned me a smack to my shoulder. "I still love you."

  "Gee thanks for being so magnanimous." She rolled her eyes so I pinched and rolled her nipple, which made her moan.

  "Is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked, knowing that she was turned on and not thinking as clearly as normal. I wanted to know why she was acting weird.

  She bit that lip again, looking nervous as hell. Then she did something utterly wonderful and completely unexpected. She pushed me to my back and gripped my morning wood. Then she positioned herself between my legs right before planting a kiss on the head.

  Oh yeah. Happy Valentine's Day to my cock. We could definitely talk later.

  Her tongue licked my cock like it was the tastiest lollipop she's ever had right before she closed her mouth around the tip and took me in her mouth and down the back of her throat. When her throat swallowed around my length, my hands flew to her head to hold her in place while curse words flew out of my mouth.

  Kara applied perfect suction with each bob of her head. My hands held back her hair, watching the beauty of my dick disappearing into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. That was heaven right there. The best blow jobs I've ever experienced were with this girl.

  "I'm going to come if you don't stop, sweetheart," I warned as she sucked harder. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and I clenched my muscles to stop my imminent release.

  Surprisingly, she released me with a pop and wiped at her mouth. She had been going to town on me, and I thought for sure I'd be coming down her throat right about now.

  "Come here," I ordered and watched with fascination as she stayed still and removed her sexy lingerie instead. Her hands went to her breasts, and she twisted and tugged on her nipples. Her one hand stayed at her breast while her other went down the center of her body to her core. Her finger circled before she inserted it inside herself.

  I watched her for a moment thinking I was a lucky fucking bastard. Then my cock got jealous and decided that it wanted to pleasure her, not watch while she did its job.

  I bolted into an upright position and grabbed her by her hips. She shouted in surprise and laughed when I tackled her on the bed.

  "Want to pick our position?" I asked, thinking I might give it to her if she had a better idea than my plan for doggie style.

  She shifted her hips in an attempt to get me to enter her and I was tempted... Boy was I tempted. "What does it matter, just fuck me already."

  "Oh it matters, Sunshine." I rubbed my cock through her slick folds and made sure it bumped her clit with each pass.

  "God, Jacob. I want to come so bad," she panted out in between breathy little moans. My cock twitched and begged me to listen, but I wanted to hear what she wanted from me besides release.
r />   "Tell me," I demanded and circled my hip slightly.

  "I... I like it when you take me against the headboard."

  Oh yeah, I could give that to her. I loved looking in her eyes when she came for me.

  "Ask and ye shall receive, Sunshine."

  I slammed into her so hard she moved an inch up the bed.

  "Yes," she cried out.

  I lifted her up, so she was sitting on my knees, and I shifted us so her back was to the headboard. I pulled out so just the tip was inside her, and I slammed home again. Her head flew back against the headboard, and I felt like King Kong taking his Jane.

  "Eyes," I gritted out as I pumped in and out of her tight, wet heat.

  I sped up once her eyes met mine and enjoyed watching her face contort with pleasure. The way her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were glazed over with lust was phenomenal. She was the most beautiful woman I ever met.

  "Touch yourself, sweetheart. Take yourself there." She wasted no time obeying me and within minutes her pussy was milking my orgasm out of me. I stilled inside her while my cock twitched violently with its release.

  So. Fucking. Sweet.

  "I have something to show you," Kara said once she caught her breath. Our bodies were still connected, and I hated the thought that I'd have to leave her body. "Roll me over, but stay in me."

  "Can do," I murmured before kissing her and doing as I was told. I loved it when she read my mind.

  She reached her hand under her pillow and pulled out a white stick with a purple handle at the end. She flipped it over and bit her lip.

  "Surprise," she said shyly. My eyes went to the stick and focused on what I was looking at.

  Two pink lines.

  Holy shit!

  Two pink lines!

  Even as a guy, I knew what that meant... My boys could swim!

  "You just made me the happiest man alive, Kara. There are absolutely no words to describe what I'm feeling right now." My throat constricted and I fought back the tears, but a few slipped out and rolled down my face. Taking a line from her book, I said, "Happy tears. I promise."