No, I wanted much more.
Breaking the kiss, I stared into her eyes. “I’m giving you one chance to go barricade yourself in that bedroom upstairs.”
Her eyes widened, and I was glad to see the same heat in their depths that I was feeling in my entire body. “A-and what if I don’t?”
Musical words to my ears. “Then I will kiss every inch of your body tonight. You will be moaning my name before I’m through.”
A faint blush stole across her cheeks as she grabbed her beer and drained the glass as if she needed the liquid courage. Hell, I would get her a whole keg if it meant I could have her tonight. Setting the glass on the bar top, she brought her eyes to meet mine once more.
“But you made reservations.”
“We can reschedule… tomorrow. I’d much rather taste what you have to offer.”
She blinked fast and licked her lips. She was apprehensive. A shy little thing that I would have to coax out of her shell and it would do me no good to rush no matter how hard I was for her.
"But, we can eat first if that's better? I'm starving," I said trying to take the pressure was off.
She nodded and gave me a grateful smile. “Sounds good, I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing.”
“You have a point there. It would be a shame to waste that dress. But Angel, I promise you by the end of the night it will be on the floor.”
I saw her wet tongue as her mouth popped open. Unable to form words that she could only breathe, her chest rising and falling, fast.
A few minutes later we were shown to our very intimate table in the main Silverwood restaurant. The whole place looked as if it had been transformed to cater only for couples. Tiny tables that barely had enough real-estate to house our wine glasses. But the benefits greatly outweighed the downsides. She was practically in my lap, our heavy wooden chairs nestled up close like the timber wanted to become whole again, limbs merging back into one great oak, and it took all the restraint I had not to let my hand fall onto her thigh and work its way up those magical stems.
“Nick, are you ready to order?”
My head shot up to see Angel giving me a puzzled look and the waiter grinning like he knew exactly what was going through my mind. Where I planned to put my hand and how fucking good it would feel.
I was half surprised when he didn't waggle his eyebrows and cheer me on. However, his gaze darted to Angel's thigh, her dress riding high, and lingered for far too long. I raised my menu a few inches to obscure the display on offer, shielding her momentarily as she instinctively wiggled the edge of her dress back to its rightful place.
I clicked my fingers—rude I know—but the waiter’s head snapped at the sound. Eyes on me, son, I almost said.
"Ladies first," I encouraged. Angel twisted her lips then gave the kid her order. Steak of all things and I grinned. I doubled the order, and finally, we were alone again.
"What are you grinning about?"
“You made a good choice.”
“You mean the steak?”
I nodded, leaned into her and whispered low. “Yes, cause you’re going to need all the iron you can get for what I have planned for you.”
“Nick!” she gasped and hid behind her napkin.
“What?”
“You can’t keep saying things like that to me.”
“Why not?”
She stuttered, pursed her lips, a frown appearing here and there before she settled on, “Because we barely know each other…”
“What if we pretended that we did?”
I was hard again, and the crease between her brows reappeared, but she leaned forward a fraction. Intrigued.
"What if for the next few days we pretend that we've known each other for years. That I'm everything you want me to be? And you're everything I want you to be?"
“I don’t understand.”
“Don’t lie. Don’t be shy. You’re not shy, Angel.”
“I—who do you want me to be?”
There was a long drawn out pause before I answered. I kept her waiting, making sure I had her full attention. Our eyes locked together, never wavering.
“I want you to be my Valentine.”
She sucked in a breath making her sweet tits rise then suddenly fall. Oh god, how I wanted to see her do that, panting, desperate for air, while I took her from every which way.
I produced the single stem rose I'd swiped from the neighbouring table when she'd been studying the menu. I presented it to her. Her eyes widened, her fingers wrapping around the stem. The tip of her nose brushed up close to the pink petals, and she breathed in the tempting perfume.
“Four. We only have four more nights left.”
“Oh gosh…”
"Let's make them count. Be mine, and I'll make sure it's a Valentine's you'll never forget?"
She tugged on her red lip, and through her long eyelashes sniffed her rose again. It dropped from her grasp, landing in her lap. She went to claim it, but I got there first, my fingers trailing ever so gently across her thigh. I couldn't stop, and she didn't object when I peeled the hem of her dress an inch higher. The petals of the rose made contact with her warm skin, and she inhaled sharply.
I explored higher, circling her softness, enticing. She parted her legs, shifting her weight slightly. Then I replaced the bud of the flower with my fingers. She was breathing hard now the further I got. Angel gripped the table and then there was an explosion of sound that went off in my head; trumpets blared, symbols crashed. I finally reached her heat. I was expecting another layer of material to conquer, lace or cotton panties but instead, I was met with a dense carpet of curls.
“You little minx,” I breathed and ducked my head to kiss her neck.
She moaned, her head falling back, as I sought her clit with my thumb, sinking my finger into her slick seam. She was deliciously wet, and I needed to taste her.
Angel watched as my hand reappeared and I brought it to my lips. I took one digit into my mouth and groaned. Her scent, her sweet musk drove me wild.
“I’m full,” I declared. “Couldn’t eat another bite…”
She nodded, eyes wide, legs open; missing me already. “Me too,” she whispered.
That was all I needed.
Wrapping my hand around hers, I tugged her off the chair. As fast as her heels would let us we zipped out of the restaurant, calling to the waiter on the way, making our meal to go, for them to send it up to our room.
We rushed back up the stairs, not wanting to wait for the lazy elevator, taking two steps at a time to reach the next landing. I barely got the card in the slot and pushed it open before I was spinning her in my arms, pushing her against the closing door.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” she said, a tremble in her voice from either excitement or nervousness, which one was I wasn’t sure.
"I've never been one to wait… I take what I want. And, Angel, I want you," I said, pressing my body into hers so she could feel the need I had for her. When she had come out in that dress, and those fuck me heels tonight, I had nearly lost it right then and there.
Angel was gorgeous, and for the next few days, she would be all mine. I'd barricade ourselves in this room if I had to.
I’d fuck her senseless and break another bed.
Pressing my arm against the door, I leaned in and kissed her hard, coaxing her mouth open with my tongue and tasting her while reaching under her skirt to find where I’d left off.
She tasted of beer and something intoxicating, something that had my cock straining against my pants. Her hand landed on my chest, and I felt her push me back a bit, causing me to break the kiss.
“Wait,” she breathed, her eyes glazed over with heat. “I-I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”
I grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Neither do I. We can stop if you want, but baby, I want you to be mine.” I would suffer through another cold shower if I had to, if she said no. But I prayed to anyone that would listen that she would say yes instea
d.
She bit her lip. "Not stop, but can we slow down a little?"
Slow I could do… I could go all night. Had the endurance of an energiser bunny.
Softly I found her lips and kissed her again. “Anything you want,” I said with a smile. I stepped away from her to give her some breathing room and went over to the gas fireplace. “Why don’t I get this going while you fix us a drink?”
She didn't answer, but I heard her heels on the floor as I turned on the gas, the flames flaring to life instantly. If she wanted to go slow, I was up for that. I wanted her to enjoy this, to let her hair down, and if that was to happen strand by strand, then so be it.
Turning back, I saw her standing a few feet away, looking indecisive and nowhere near the bar in the room. "Hey, I'll drink anything."
“I-I don’t want a drink,” she breathed, her hands going to the straps on her dress. “I want to be your valentine.”
I watched with bated breath as she peeled the dress from her body, allowing it to fall in a heap on the floor before stepping out of it. No bra, no panties. God, she was gorgeous. Her lush, plentiful body everything I remembered it to be from that first glimpse.
She went to remove her shoes, and I shook my head. "Leave them on."
She gave me a pleased look and did as I asked. Then motioned for me to do the same. "Your turn, Nick."
"Yes, ma'am," I said with a grin, making quick work of my clothes until I stood in front of her bare and proud. Her cheeks flushed again, but she didn't run as she eyed my raging hard-on. Achingly slow, she made the last few steps between us until she was close enough to touch. I pinned my arms to my side, clenching my hands into fists to keep from touching her too soon. When her hands reached my chest, I closed my eyes, her hands soft as feathers as they trailed over my wanting skin.
“You’re all muscle,” she marvelled, her fingers scraping over my abs. “Not an ounce of fat on you.”
“I have a fat ass which the broken sofa-bed can attest to,” I joked as her hands explored, drifting lower, barely an inch away from touching my cock.
“I will have to be the judge of that,” she murmured, her hand tentatively examining me, going behind me in those fuck-me heels.
Angel stepped closer and pressed herself against me. Tits against my back as she rested her hands on my waist. I groaned as she delved south, wrapped her fingers around my cock, tracing the vein on my shaft and held me there. Vulnerable and heady with need.
“Careful… You’re handling an explosive device, Angel. You might set me off.” I could easily lose it in her hands.
“Can’t have that,” she said huskily, stroking slowly once, then twice, then released her grip.
I opened my eyes and spun around, reaching for her, bruising her mouth with my lips as I hungrily kissed her. She moaned low in her throat as my hands found her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard buds. My lips descended on them, worshipping them with my tongue.
“Nick,” she gasped as my hand slid down her waist and found her wet. More so than before, her clit hard as a rock. Fuck. I was going to lose it. When she bucked against my hand, rubbing herself across my palm, I growled against her skin.
"Now, where were we? Oh, that's right," I said as I found the perfect spot, nudging a knuckle at her entrance, teasing her. She was pulsing, angling her hips, needing more. "Right about there…" Then I was inside her with two fingers. She moaned, playing the right kind of tune as I worked her over, coaxing her trembling body to sing notes they'd never sounded before.
And before she could reach an all-time high, I moved her to the sofa, bent her over the back, a hand pressed upon her shoulders to keep her down. Her legs went wide, and I found my place again, deep inside her neglected pussy.
“Be a good girl and cum for me,” I breathed and kneaded her tit, tweaking her nipple as she demanded more.
“Faster,” she panted, booty arching up. I did as commanded and pumped my fingers inside her, deeper with each loving stroke. “Yes, oh yes.”
“Right there?”
She squirmed and gasped. “Yes,” she whimpered.
“You feel so good baby, cum for me and I’ll let you have something harder, thicker. I’ll fuck you all night but not before you let yourself go.”
My arm ached, but I was never going to stop until she was spent. Then I felt her tightening, her thick juicy walls clenching so fast.
I pressed my cock against her thigh, teasing her with what she would be rewarded with. “I’m so hard for you, Angel. Let me fuck you… cum for me my little minx.”
Her hands gripped my arm that held her breast, and she wailed a moan filled to the brim with pleasure. She sobbed, her body jerking from the orgasm that hit her hard, the flood of her juices covering my fingers. Hell fucking yes.
Lowering her to the floor behind the newly replaced sofa, I grabbed at my discarded pants and found the condom that was stashed there, wasting no time sheathing myself. Her eyes found mine as I positioned myself over her exhausted body.
“Tell me you want me to be your Valentine.”
“I want you…” she moaned.
“What else do you want, Angel?”
She dipped her eyes to my crotch. “I want… I want your cock in me.”
I kissed her stained lips and was about to ask her what else she wanted when she said, “Fuck me, Nick. I’ll be your dirty Valentine.”
“Baby, you won’t regret it.”
I parted her soft thighs and opened up the heaven that waited for me. She reached up to touch my cheek lightly as I eased into her. Even though I’d gone to town on her sweet little pussy, she was still so tight that I had to take it slow, inch by inch as she arched against me.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel so fucking amazing," I whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Four nights might not be enough."
"Please, Nick. Stop talking! Fuck me. Now!" Angel grasped at my shoulders and drove me home, her body tightening around me. She was the Venus flytrap and I was the fly, ensnared in her tight cunt.
We were one. A tangle of limbs as I lowered my head and moved within her, feeling every shiver that wrecked her body. Every breath that caught in her throat. Every single fucking clench that almost had me losing my concentration as I rammed my cock into her pussy.
Explosions were firing off inside her body with what seemed like every other second.
I gritted my teeth, thrusting hard, held her close, so close I thought maybe it was too much, that I might break her. But she clung on too. Her nails digging into my back as she screamed, another orgasm hitting her, as I pounded her against the floor.
I felt my own ecstasy build and attempted to hold out, but her cries and the way she was tightening around me, pulsing like an irresistible beacon, waving me in, to the landing strip, had other ideas. I was a bombing pilot trying to make it all the way, not wanting to crash-land, but then a piercing bolt of pain shot through the lobe of my ear as she bit me. It mingled with searing hot passion, pleasure, pain, and caused me to drop my load, detonating within her with a primal shout before finally collapsing on to her softness, my face between her breasts.
For a moment, I just lay there, couldn’t move, my heart ricocheting in my ears as I tried to figure out what had happened. It was better than I had ever thought possible. That would be a hard one to top… and I caught myself thinking life and sex after Angel was never going to be the same again.
And if I wasn't careful, I might not want it ever to end.
Four nights was never going to be enough.
Nine
Angel
Day Three - Valentine’s Day
I woke up the next morning with an unfamiliar soreness between my legs and a heavy conscience. I made it to the bathroom without waking Nick and stared at the unfamiliar woman in the reflection. I didn't know who she was.
I, Angel Rose, had sex with a stranger. A person I'd known for less than forty-eight hours. And not just once. It was an all-night performance with multiple enco
res and revivals. We moved our frantic fucking to the bedroom, along the way erecting the stage at the threshold, then the bedroom rug, unable to stop ourselves. The audience begged for more, I begged for more.
We resurfaced a few hours later, and Nick found a note that had been slid under the door. Our cold dinner was waiting on top of a fancy trolley with a pristine white cloth. He called downstairs, had it removed and got a selection of fresh food brought back up to renew our depleted energy stores.
And it wasn't long before the curtain rose all over again. The show had to go on… and on. He seemed unstoppable, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The seal had been broken, and I was addicted to him and the way he made me feel.
I felt sorry for our neighbours and hoped the walls weren’t thin enough to hear our wild night and morning.
“What am I doing?” I mumbled, pressing my head against the bathroom door trying to hide the smile from even myself.
But I couldn't lie, not to myself, the sex had been beyond amazing, the best I'd ever had, and I doubted I could ever go back to the vanilla sex I'd experienced with Tim or any guy. I doubted anyone could ever live up to Nick in the bedroom.
Nick was an attentive and energetic lover, making good on his promise to kiss every inch of my body, driving me crazy along the way. I had done things with him I hadn’t ever done before and allowed him liberties… trusting him completely. My cheeks flushed thinking about it.
But throughout my whole life, I wasn't the type of person to just jump into bed with someone. So why now? Why him?
Because while I was drifting off to sleep in his arms, I was thinking about how nice it would feel to have this back home, that’s why. Rational people didn’t think like that.
"Ugh, stop it," I said aloud, splashing water on my face, pleading with myself to live in the moment for once. To do something wild and damn the consequences. To have fun and not make it into such a big deal. I couldn't take him home; he wasn't going to be my boyfriend. Nick would simply become my dirty, secret valentine. A one-time only affair. I would face him and the morning with my head held high. I would embrace the last few days we had left and not overthink our fleeting time together.
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