by Tess Summers
Chuckling to himself, he conceded that Brenna had definitely done a number on him, because he now understood what the big deal was.
He called her from the car to tell her he was on his way.
With a beer in hand for him, she greeted him at the door in her apron.
And pearls.
And heels.
And nothing else but a smile.
She was the porn version of Barbara Billingsley, the mom in Leave It to Beaver, and was playing the part perfectly as she handed him his drink and took the cake from him.
“How was your day, dear?” she inquired while pecking him on the cheek.
“It just got infinitely better,” he replied with a grin as he openly leered at her.
“I was just about to put dinner in the oven. Do you need anything?”
She turned and strutted towards the kitchen, and he followed with his eyes transfixed on her naked bottom.
“As a matter fact, I do.”
“What can I get you?” she asked over her shoulder while trying to suppress a cocky smirk.
He took a sip of his beer while debating what to do next and decided he was going to have a little fun. Walking to a chair in the adjoining family room, he called to her. “Would you mind bringing me my slippers, sugar?”
She turned to him with a knowing grin. “Of course, dear,” then disappeared into the hall, only to return with a gift bag in hand, which she promptly brought to him.
Inside were a pair of new house slippers.
Oh, she’s good.
He pretended to struggle taking his shoes off. “Darlin’, could you help me?”
She dropped to her knees in front of him, providing him with an exceptional view of her bare tits under her apron, and took her time removing his shoes.
Running her hands along the inside of his thighs, she asked, “Anything else while I’m down here?”
He didn’t say anything, and she began to stroke him higher, seductively biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him.
“Well now that you mention it, I could go for a nice blowjob.”
“Mmm, I thought you’d never ask,” she purred while unbuckling his belt. She pulled his zipper down, and he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants and boxers. When he felt her hand on his shaft, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
People who don’t like Valentine’s Day are crazy.
She began to stroke him up and down and dipped her head between his legs to lick his balls. He loved when she did that; not many of his former lovers paid any attention to his balls, so the first time she licked his, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
He felt her push his legs up.
What the fuck is she doing?
Her tongue was flat against his taint, and he let out a long moan.
Damn, that feels amazing.
She kept licking him–fast, then slowing down and swirling her tongue before sucking on his skin. Her soft moans making him more turned on; he loved that she wasn’t timid when pleasuring him. She dragged her tongue back to his balls, up his shaft, and back down again. With his sac in her mouth, she looked up at him and started to stroke his cock with her right hand.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned when she took him between her lips. “Oh that’s it, darlin’, suck my balls.”
“Mmm,” she responded as she began to suck, making a popping noise with her lips as she released one and replaced it with the other.
“Oh my God,” he snarled and threw his head back with his eyes closed. Her mouth was nirvana.
She trailed her lips to his shaft, slurping his leaking cock, and he thrust his hips against her face.
“Yes, sugar, take me deep.”
When he felt his tip in her throat, he moaned, “Mmm, that’s a good girl. Just like that.”
She began to bob her head up and down on his slippery rod, jerking him in unison with her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he started grunting.
“Suck it. Oh yeah, suck my cock,” he said through gritted teeth.
His excitement seemed to spur her on, because she increased her tempo while wiggling her ass.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned when he sensed his orgasm. His body began to tense. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Oh, come on my tits,” she moaned.
Um, what? Come on your tits?
And that was pretty much all it took. He stood up and started stroking his cock as she untied her apron and let it fall to the floor.
“Mmm, yeah baby. Come all over them,” she said while squeezing her round orbs together and offering them up to him
Happy mother-fucking Valentine’s Day to me, he thought as he began to spurt all over her perfect boobs. He felt bad when one stream went astray and hit her lips and cheek, but quickly got over it when he saw how sexy she looked with it dripping down her chin.
Using his cock, he smeared his cum all over her. She looked up at him, grasped his shaft, and put it back in her mouth to clean him off.
He smiled and caressed her cheek with his thumb, murmuring, “You are so fucking sexy.”
Ron offered her his hand to help her up. She was buck naked, with red knees and cum-covered tits, in high heels wearing two pearl necklaces. And he was going to be waking up with his hand on her ass tomorrow.
Yeah, I am definitely one lucky bastard.
*
Brenna
Brenna was pleased with how their Valentine’s evening had been progressing. It was actually going better than she had planned. She had been a little worried he wouldn’t play along with her 1950s housewife act and instead, think she was crazy for answering the door like she had. Him asking for his slippers was perfect.
She loved how sexy he made her feel. She hadn’t felt like that in so long. Actually, maybe ever. Whenever he looked at or touched her, she never doubted how much he desired her. The feeling was mutual.
Cleaning up with a dishtowel, still clad in only her apron and heels, she proceeded to put dinner in the oven.
“Thank you for the roses. They’re gorgeous.” She gestured to the bouquet of roses on the counter.
Ron had his trousers back on, but no shirt, and glanced briefly at the vase of flowers before returning his gaze to her. She was feeling a bit self-conscious with how intently he was staring at her.
“I’m glad you like them,” he said, coming around the side of the island where she was standing. He was walking slowly toward her, like he was stalking his prey, and she had a sudden urge to retreat. She made it to the table before he caught up with her.
“What are you doing?” She giggled when he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her bare back against his warm chest.
He pulled the bow holding the apron around her neck then tugged on the one around her waist. “What does it look like I’m doing, dear?”
“I have to set the table and make the salad.”
He lifted her naked body onto the table, her bum on the edge of slab and gently pressed her backward onto her elbows. Sitting in a chair, he spread her legs wide like her pussy was a feast set before him, except his only utensils were his hands and mouth.
“No, you don’t need to do that right now,” he murmured as he started to stroke the insides of her thighs with the pads of his fingers. Her nipples instantly responded to his touch. He was watching her face when he ran his thumb up and down the entire length of her slit. She could tell by how easily it glided that she was already slick. How does he manage to make me so wet so fast?
He smiled, and she wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
His thumb began to circle her clit, and she let out a moan while arching back and lifting her hips slightly.
“I think I’m going to have to have my Valentine’s dessert before dinner,” he said as he spread her pussy lips with his hands. She gasped out loud when his tongue began to explore her folds. He took his time, licking her entire length repeatedly before slipping a finger inside her. She could hear just how excited she was as he slowly
finger fucked her.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet,” he muttered while continuing to lap her up; the vibrations from his ‘mmm’ causing her to press her hips against his mouth.
He slid a second finger inside her and sucked her button in between his teeth. She tilted her head back, and he plunged his digits deep inside her, curling them up to find her G spot.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
His mouth gave her clit his full attention at the same time his fingers continued their efforts. Ron began to flick his tongue over her sensitive nub, and she felt her body start to tighten as she whimpered with pleasure. She was close and arched against his mouth. He took the hint and began to finger bang her at a frantic pace until she cried out, her whole body spasming as she came.
He stayed between her legs until she pushed him away and pressed her thighs together. She heard his chair move back from the table, and looked up to see him leaning over her, smiling.
“Wow,” she said as she exhaled deeply.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said as he kissed her nose. “I’ll be right back.”
She lay on the table until she heard the front door open and close, then sat up and hopped off.
She was still naked and wondering if she should put the apron back on or find some clothes when he walked into the kitchen, admiring her with a smile, and asked, “Where’s Zona?”
“Cassie took her. She didn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day,” Brenna laughed as she moved behind the counter, partially shielding her nude body from his view.
Ron chuckled. “I thought there was something going on with Rivas?”
“I thought so too, but apparently not.”
He raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.
Just then, a shiver went down her spine. Ron came around the counter and took her hand, pulling her against him while squeezing her butt. His body felt warm against her cool skin, and she got goosebumps when his arms came around her.
“Go put some clothes on, Mrs. Cleaver,” he said with a smirk and spun her around to send her off with a swat on her behind.
As she headed toward the stairs, she noticed two pink gift bags overflowing with tissue paper on the table in the entryway. Smiling all the way to her bedroom, she couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so loved.
*
Ron
Ron had an epiphany thirty seconds after Brenna left.
I just told the most beautiful woman in the world to go put some clothes on. What the fuck am I thinking?
He took the stairs two at a time and found her in her closet, still naked.
“Oh good, I’m still in time.”
She started laughing. “In time for what?”
He handed her one of the pink gift bags. “To give you the Valentine’s present you got me.”
She narrowed her eyes with a bewildered look on her face and pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. The corners of her mouth lifted when she gazed down at the red lace folded neatly at the bottom.
Holding the panties and bustier with garters against her body, she looked in the mirror. “It’s beautiful.” After admiring it for a minute, she frowned, suspicion creeping into her voice, and she glanced at him. “But why is it your present? Do you want to try it on?”
He burst out laughing.
“Hell no, I don’t want to try it on! It’s my present because, well, I get to look at you wearing it.”
She seemed relieved when she laughed, “Oh, good,” then carefully folded the garments and put them back in the bag.
That wasn’t going to work.
“Try it on.”
She shook her head and smiled. “I still need to make the salad and set the table.”
“I’ll help you with that.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his cheek and murmured, “Later.”
Ron felt how cold her skin was when she leaned against him.
Okay, I get it.
That probably wasn’t an outfit a woman lounged around in on a cool winter night.
Rubbing her arms up and down, he quietly said, “I’m sorry, darlin’, I was thinking with the wrong head. Put something warm on, you’re freezing.” Then kissed the top of her head before making his way downstairs.
When she walked in the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a red sweater, he decided she could make a potato sack look sexy if she was wearing it.
She caught him staring at her. “What?” she asked, looking down as if expecting to find a stain on her clothes.
He smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. You’re just breathtaking.”
The look she shot him conveyed that she thought it was a line, but she didn’t argue, instead she simply smiled and said, “Thank you.”
That’s my girl. She was learning to take his compliments.
He made the salad while she set the table in the formal dining room. He was going to offer to help her with that but then realized she was way better at it than he was. He guessed she’d hosted a lot more dinner parties than he ever had.
That got him thinking, would they ever host a party together? What would her friends think of him? What would his friends think of her? Besides wanting to fuck her.
Which they better get over quick because he was not above knocking someone out.
Ask Ray Reitmeier.
After dinner, they sat on the patio by the glowing embers in the fire pit. She had brought a blanket out and put it over them as she cozied up to him, wine glass in her hand. He had a snifter of cognac and was swirling the liquid while staring at the fire.
“What are you thinking about?” she softly asked.
“I was just thinking about when the best time to give you your last present would be.”
She wiggled her body so she was sitting up on her knees. Just like a little kid, sweets and presents excited her.
“Well I vote now!”
He smiled and got up to go in the house, with her following suit, except she turned towards her office when he passed through the kitchen to retrieve the pink bag on the entry table. She came out with a pyramid of square packages in navy blue gift-wrap held together by ribbons. A card was taped to the biggest package.
“Let’s sit on the couch,” she suggested, barely able to contain her excitement.
She handed him his presents and clapped her hands when he handed her the gift bag he’d brought in the room with him.
“You first!” she exclaimed.
Ron smiled and opened the envelope with his name on it. It was a sexy card with sappy sentiments–very similar to the one he’d bought her–except her handwritten note inside made him catch his breath.
Ron,
Since I met you, my life has been infinitely brighter. You have brought me more happiness and joy than I even knew possible, and I thank God every day for bringing you into my life.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Brenna
He noted she didn’t sign it, ‘Love,’ something that he also carefully avoided when writing in her card. But if he were honest with himself, he was in love with her, and had been for quite a while. She had done something to him the moment he first laid eyes on her, and he’d only been falling farther ever since.
He didn’t tell her that, of course. Things were complicated enough trying to figure out how they were going to make things work with his extended absences. Fortunately, there could be an end in sight to that. His trip to Washington meant he was one step closer to his promotion. Earning another star would mean a lot of time in Washington, but he was hopeful she would be willing to go with him, because he could be home in bed with her every night.
Just a little while longer until a decision was final.
He slid the card back into the envelope and reached over to caress her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“Thank you, darlin’,” he whispered softly. “I feel the same way.”
Brenna gave an embarrassed smile, than clapped her hands again. “Open your
presents!”
He started with the smallest box first. Inside was a dogtag that looked like the real deal. Engraved on it was: Heart of Brenna Roberts. Please be sure of its safe return.
“You have to wear that with the rest of your tags,” she said with a smile.
There wasn’t a fuck’s chance in a convent that he’d wear anything with her name on it in case he ever got captured, but he loved the sentiment and wasn’t going to ruin that.
“I love it, sugar,” he said as he leaned over to kiss her. “I will wear it every time.”
The next box contained a keyring with the Marine Corps logo that contained multiple keys. He cocked his head at her, not quite understanding.
“Those are the keys to my homes, where you are always welcome. The blue one is for here, the orange one is for Tucson, and the green one is for Sullivan’s Island. I tried to match the color of the key to the landscape to help you remember which is which.”
Goddamn. A key to her San Diego house was huge–but to all three? Not at all what he was expecting.
“Brenna, I–I don’t know what to say. I–”
She knocked him down a peg or two. “Don’t read too much into it, babe. You’re here all the time–it just made sense that you have a key.”
He chuckled. “I wasn’t reading anything into it. You’re right–I am here an awful lot, a key would be handy.” Except what’s the deal with the other keys?
The last present was John Glen’s autobiography.
“Thanks, darlin’.” He needed a new book for his library, although he was pretty sure he already had this one.
“Look inside!”
He smiled and opened the first page–which was inscribed “To General Ron Thompson. From one Marine to another, thank you for your service. Semper Fi.” Then had John’s signature underneath.
“Wow,” was all he could think to say.
She smiled and eagerly asked, “Do you like it?”
“I love it. How did you…?”
She winked and used her best New Yorker accent. “I know a guy.”
He’d let her have her secrets. For now.
