“Ready for me?” He reached out and stroked a finger across my cheek, coaxing my face up to meet his.
I kissed him deeply, my clit pulsing and throbbing with need.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Amanda.” He whispered, and began to gently push his cock inside my wet depths.
My eyes rolled back. “Oh…Mike…holy–” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Yes, baby, let me make up for every man who failed to please you, failed…oh fuck, you’re tight…failed to show you…how…fucking special you are…” he trailed off, his eyes locked on to mine as he began to slowly piston his hips upward.
The polyester fabric brushed against my thighs and I groaned with the sensations.
I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.
This was real. This wasn’t a dream. Mike existed and there was nothing else in the moment but his body against mine.
The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine and shock wave after shock wave of pleasure to my core.
My climax was building quickly; every stroke of his cock inside me brought me closer to the edge. He reached around me, his big hand caressed my back–and I felt my bra clasp come undone. As I smiled up at him with a gleeful, almost drunken expression, my bare breasts were exposed to his sight.
Another low growl escaped his lips. “Jesus…’Manda…you’re so beautiful…” he grunted and thrusted deeper inside of me, as he palmed a breast in each hand.
He gently rolled my nipples between his fingers–and with a cry, I came undone.
“Oh my God! Holy fucking shit…Mike, I’m cumming! Oh, yes!” I spasmed in uncontrollable pleasure; my pussy juices covered his cock in a creamy coating.
“Yes, baby, cum hard for me…oh God…I’m…oh fuck!” Mike gasped and let out a guttural moan as rope after rope of his hot cum shot up inside of me.
I grasped him tightly, our eyes locked on the others. The passion in his was so intense…so beautiful, I couldn’t look away.
With one last shuddering gasp, I felt the last of his spurts subside.
Both of us were breathless, spent, and sweating profusely.
In an act, that would stir my deepest emotions all the way to my very soul, Mike gently pressed his forehead to mine.
“I…wow. Are you alright?”
I flushed and found myself nuzzling my nose against his.
“More than alright. You’re amazing, Mike.”
“You deserve to be pleasured. And you deserve to be taken care of by someone who gives a shit.” Suddenly a flush crossed his cheeks.
“Would you? I mean…would you let that someone be me? As my Valentine? Not just tonight, but…maybe we could make this work? Cupid hit me really hard earlier when I met you, and I don’t think it was an accident that I ended up as the responding officer to your situation. I…shit, I’m rambling…”
I stroked his cheek, my forehead and nose still against his.
“You’re not rambling. And…I would love to be your Valentine.”
I giggled, then pressed my lips to his. “My blue Valentine.” I murmured softly. “Shall we move this to the bedroom?”
His grin widened. “Fuck yes. I’m not done with you. Not one bit.”