His Valentine Treat

by StVil, Lola

  I push the robe off her shoulders, and it falls to the floor. She isn’t wearing any underwear, and the effect she has on me is mind-blowing as I watch her standing there, eyeing me, waiting for me to take her. I need to taste her first, to make her come into my mouth. To remind her she is mine.

  I step forward and pull her into my arms. As we touch, it’s like we’re unleashed and the moment of restraint where we watched each other is gone. Our hands roam over each other’s bodies. I push my hands into her hair, mashing our lips together roughly. She runs her hands down my back and cups my ass, pressing herself against my cock. She bucks her hips, and I moan into her mouth as it sends an intense rush of pleasure flying through me.

  She squirms against me. Her hard nipples press against my bare chest, teasing me, making me want to take her right now. I move my hands down her body, trying to ignore the buildup of pressure in my cock. If she keeps doing that thing with her hips, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself for much longer.

  I pick her up and turn around, sitting her on the edge of the table. I move my mouth from hers and stand back a little. I instantly miss the feel of her warm body against mine, but at least now I’m not in danger of coming too soon. I reach out and knead her breasts, one in each hand. She moans and puts her palms flat on the table an inch or two behind her, making her breasts stand out even more. I bend down and take one in my mouth. I flick my tongue back and forth against her nipple as I suck hard on her breast. She moans again, louder this time. As I suck on her breast, I pinch the nipple of the other one between my thumb and forefinger and roll it back and forth in my fingers. She moves her hands from the table and pushes them into my hair.

  She holds my head in place as I suck on her. She brings her legs up and wraps them around my waist, pulling me in closer to her. She rubs her pussy across my cock, and it takes everything I have not to slam into her right away. Instead, I pull back. Her breast is slick with my spit, and it’s red from my sucking and nibbling. It looks so fucking hot, and again, I think about just slamming into her. But it’s too soon. I want to taste her first. I want to send her wild before I fuck her.

  I reach up and take hold of her wrists where they are locked behind my neck. I gently part them and put them back at her sides. I smile at her, and she bites her lip and looks at me, pleading with me with her eyes to push her over the edge and give her the release she’s desperately craving.

  I lean in and kiss her gently, and then I get to my knees. She spreads her legs, eager for me to taste her. I run my nails along the inside of her thighs, and she takes in a sharp rush of breath. Her slit is shiny with her excitement, flushed so red it’s almost purple. I can smell her desire coming off her in salty waves. I run my finger along her slit, pressing down when I reach her clit. She gasps in another breath, and as I watch her, she gets wetter. I smile to myself and lean in closer. With the tip of my tongue, I lap up her juices. The taste of her on my tongue drives me wild.

  I move closer and apply more pressure, no longer teasing her. I move my tongue along her lips until I find her swollen clit. I press down on it and she makes an ahh sound. I smile to myself, and I move my tongue across her clit in a figure eight shape. She writhes beneath me as I keep up the pressure, getting faster with each lick. She’s on the edge. I push my fingers into her tight pussy, and she instantly clamps around me as her pussy contracts with the pleasure from her clit.

  I run my fingers over the wall of her pussy until I find her G-spot.

  “Oh my god, Denton,” she breathes when I find it and press down hard on it.

  I keep up the licking on her clit as I work my fingers against her G-spot. Her pussy is getting tighter as she clenches her muscles as the pleasure soars through her. I am once more claiming her as mine. I wait until I know she’s right on the edge and then I nibble on her clit. She cries out, and I press down on her G-spot, and without releasing the pressure on her, I move my fingers from side to side. I am still holding her clit between my teeth when her orgasm thunders through her.

  She screams my name, and I suck hard, releasing her clit from my teeth and pulling it further into my mouth. I press down harder on her G-spot and she screams my name again as a gush of warm liquid runs from her pussy, soaking my hand and my wrist.

  I release her clit and push another finger into her pussy, stretching her. She takes a sharp intake of breath as I open my fingers, pulling her wider open. I push my fingers in deep, hitting every nerve along her walls. Her first orgasm has barely faded when the second one hits her hard. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, forcing them back together as she says my name over and over again. The sound of my name being wrenched from her lips as she comes makes me almost come myself, but I bite down on the inside of my mouth and stop myself from getting the release I need.

  I feel her pussy relax again as her orgasm starts to fade. I take my fingers out of her, marveling at the wet stickiness she’s coated me in. I stand up and pull her against my chest, kissing her mouth. She kisses me back eagerly, her body hungry for more. She runs her hands up and down my sides, trailing her nails over my skin. She moves forward on the table. Her hands leave my sides, and she puts them flat on my chest as she pulls back from the kiss. She pushes me backward and slides off the table.

  She pulls my shorts down, releasing my cock from the confines of them. She smiles and bites her bottom lip as she looks at my erect cock. She makes a hmm sound and runs her hand lightly along my cock. The sensation is ticklish and teasing. She keeps moving her hand that way. I thrust into her hand, but it’s so loose, it only serves to tease me more.

  I cover her hand with mine, closing her fist around me. She smiles and shakes her head, pulling her hand away. She’s going to get payback for me delaying her orgasm. She runs her nails lightly down my length and across my ball sack. She kneads my sack, squeezing and tugging at it. I moan as she moves her hand back further. She massages my perineum with two fingers. I close my eyes and enjoy feeling her touch. I can feel my orgasm building as she works on me. She pulls her hand away and my eyes fly open.

  She grins again, and she pushes me backward once more, and I feel a chair hit the back of my legs. She gives me one last push, and I fall into the chair. I kick my feet free of my shorts and kick them to one side. Robin moves to the back of the chair. I watch her over my shoulder. She bends down and runs her tongue along the side of my neck, sending shivers through my whole body. She blows on the trail of saliva she’s left behind, and I feel my skin pucker. She kisses my neck again. She repeats her actions on the other side of my neck. She straightens up and gently massages my shoulders. I moan at her expert touch, letting my head fall back and rest against her stomach.

  She moves her hands down my chest, her palms flat against me. I feel an electric sensation go through me as they pass over my nipples. She reaches my belly button and stops, bringing her hands back up. She runs her palms over my shoulders and down and back up my arms. Everywhere she touches, she leaves behind a sensation like flames dancing across my skin. My body is on fire, and she is the oxygen that can stoke the flames and the water that can douse them.

  She moves back around to the front of me and falls to her knees before me. She grins up at me as she rubs her palms over my shins and my calves. She moves on to my thighs, and I suck in a gasping breath as my cock twitches. She takes her hands away and pushes my legs open and shuffles between them.

  Seeing her like that, on her knees, supplicant, vulnerable, does something to me. I could crush her between my thighs if I wanted to, yet she has such total trust in me, knowing I would never hurt her. It brings out two sides of me: the protective side that wants to wrap Robin up in a warm blanket and never let her out of my sight, and the animal side that wants to devour her, to make her scream my name.

  She takes my cock in her hand, and I am no longer capable of thinking, I can only feel. She doesn’t tease me this time. Her grip is firm, her movements skilled. She moves her hand up and down my length. She squeezes me as she r
eaches the tip of my cock and I cry out as a mixture of pain and pleasure course through my cock. She moves her hand back down my shaft and holds the base of my cock tightly in her closed fist. She brings her head forward and slips her lips over the tip of my cock. The warm, smooth feel of her lips makes my back arch.

  She moves her head up and down, her mouth slipping over me. She runs her tongue along the length of me, and the rough texture following the smoothness of her lips makes me groan. She lifts her head right up and slips me out of her mouth. She runs her tongue over my tip and around the head of my cock. She does small, lapping motions that keep me guessing about where the next lick will come from. She works down toward the base, licking me like a popsicle. I can feel the cold air chilling me as her warm tongue moves away. The hot and cold sensations drive me wild with lust for her as I watch her head bobbing. The curve of her collarbone makes me want to reach out and touch it, but I don’t. I sit back and enjoy what she’s doing to me.

  She moves her tongue back to the tip of me. She sucks me into her mouth, and she doesn’t stop until my full length is sucked into her mouth. She moves her head slowly, building up the rhythm and getting her gag reflex used to this assault.

  She sucks me faster and faster, and I am being carried away on a bed of sensation. It pushes and pulls me, batters me, and soothes me. It makes me want to grab her and throw her on her back and fuck her, and it makes me want this to never end.

  She starts to move her fist, her hand and her mouth working in unison to milk the full length of my cock with each stroke. My breath is coming in a series of ragged pants, and I grip the base of the chair with both hands, my knuckles turning white.

  I feel myself twitch in her mouth. I’m not going to be able to hold back this time. She takes me deep into her mouth again, and I twitch harder. I’m on the brink of my orgasm, and I close my eyes as I moan her name.

  And then she’s gone. Her mouth and her hand are gone from me at the same moment. My eyes fly open. She grins down at me. She’s back on her feet. She doesn’t leave me untouched for long. She straddles me, sitting in my lap and facing me. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Her tongue thrusts eagerly into my mouth as she rocks herself backward and forward on my lap. Her lips rub across my cock with each movement, teasing me once more. I imagine plunging into her warm depths, taking her. I can almost feel her pussy clenching around me as I open her up wide and fill her.

  Her tongue moves around my mouth. I can still taste her on my tongue, and now I can taste myself as well. The taste in my mouth is so erotic, so alien and yet so right. She is still rubbing herself across my cock, and I can feel her body pressing against mine in all of the right places. My hands are on her hips, encouraging her, moving her faster. The faster she moves, the more it teases me. I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside of her.

  She nibbles on my lower lip, sending an intensely pleasurable sting through my whole body. She stands up. She takes a step back and sweeps her eyes over me. Her eyes are glassy with lust. She turns her back to me and sits down on my lap again. I hold her hips, guiding her into place. She opens her legs, putting one on either side of mine. I keep hold of her hips for a moment as I struggle to regain control of myself. Robin makes me lose control on a daily basis, but this is another level. I can barely stop myself from coming over her bare ass cheeks.

  With a moan, I press my hand against her back, bending her forward at the waist. Her spine stretches out, elongating her back. I run my nails down either side of her spine. I push her forward a bit more and look down at her spread ass perched on me. I push one of my fingers into her mouth. She sucks hungrily on it, and I can almost feel her lips on my cock again.

  I take my wet finger and run it through the crack of her ass. She hisses in a breath, and I do it again. I push it down between her legs and slip it into her pussy. I massage her G-spot for a moment until she’s panting, and then I pull my finger out of her and press on her clit. As she gasps, I enter her pussy with my cock. Her gasp becomes a strangled scream.

  I press on her clit as I thrust into her. She holds my knees, keeping herself steady. She comes hard, soaking my cock and my lap with her juices. The warm rush makes me twitch inside of her, and her pussy clamps around me, squeezing me. I bite down on the inside of my mouth again as she rides the wave of her orgasm. She begins to come down from it, and I move my hand away from her clit. I rest a hand on each of her hips, moving her up and down in time with my rhythm. She presses her feet against the floor, pushing herself up and slamming herself back down onto me.

  Her breathing is nothing but a series of short gasps of air, each one released with an ah noise as I pound against her G-spot. She’s gearing up for a full-body orgasm. As her pussy clenches around me, every muscle in her body tightens in time with it.

  I reach up and grab a handful of her hair. I pull her back roughly, and she moves back against me easily. Her back presses against my chest, her spine rigid as her orgasm rips through her body. She freezes in place, her back arched, veins standing out in her neck. Her mouth is frozen open in a silent scream, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

  I pump into her again and again, and I reach around with my spare hand and roughly massage her clit. It’s swollen to twice its size, engorged with blood and lust. She finally sucks in a shuddering breath and lets it out in a cry that’s animalistic in its sound.

  She cries out again and again. Her pussy is going wild, clenching and unclenching, squeezing me, pushing me closer to the edge. Her body goes slack, her head lolling back against my shoulder as her eyes slip closed. I pull almost all of the way out of her and slam back in. Her eyes fly open as I hit her cervix, and another cry is pulled from her lips.

  I am almost there now, and I don’t give her any reprieve. I pump into her as I feel my climax building. My cock is on fire, so ready for release that it’s painful. My balls tingle, and I can feel the tingling sensation spreading out across my whole body.

  My orgasm hits me hard. “Robin—baby—shit!” I roar. I feel my whole body tighten up as it pulls my muscles into a tight ball. I suck in a tortured breath and let it out in a shaky moan. The climax comes, and I spurt my warm seed into her. My cock twitches as another spurt comes, followed by another. I cling to Robin, holding her in place as I fill her up.

  I relax as my orgasm begins to fade. Robin is slumped back against me, her head still on my shoulder. The only sound in the room is our panting for breath as we both come back down to earth.

  When I get my breath back, I kiss her neck, and she shuffles slightly, turning her head toward me. She gives me a sated smile, her eyelids heavy.

  “So … about that chicken …” she says.

  I’ve been working the room for a little over an hour, and I’m already pissed off. Between the leerers and the bores, I’ve only managed to speak to one person even remotely interesting. And of course he wasn’t a potential client, he was an executive working for a rival company. Yes, he’s the competition, but it was nice to talk to someone on a human level for a moment instead of painting on a fake smile and kissing ass. It’s still pretty early yet though, and I’m hopeful that some of these big fish Colin hinted at will be making an appearance soon.

  It probably doesn’t help my level of patience, or lack of it, that I am still tender from last night, but boy was it worth it. That was one hell of a night. I almost called Colin afterward to thank him for sending me away. I had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Denton is always a great lover, and just thinking about him turns me on, but last night, he was fucking epic.

  Thinking of Denton sends a shiver through me and starts me throbbing between my legs. My swollen clit pulses, and I try to subtly adjust my panties. It’s no use. There’s just no way to do that subtly, particularly when you’re wearing a dress.

  In the spur of the moment, I pull my cell phone out and send Denton a text.

  “Conference is lame. I wish you were here. My pussy misses you …”

  My cell
phone pings almost instantly.

  “Not as much as my cock misses you.”

  Another ping. Denton has sent me a photo. He’s sitting in his office, and his cock is clearly hard. I grin to myself. Maybe the conference won’t be so bad after all. I send a reply.

  “Oh what I wouldn’t give to be sitting on that right now.”

  I spot him then. Charles Milton, the head of advertising and sales at Cartier. The guy I’m supposed to convince to come and work with us. I put my cell phone away and make a beeline for him. He’s standing by the buffet table. I approach, and he holds out his empty glass.

  “Scotch. Double. No ice.”

  I look down at myself with an exaggerated head movement. Charles frowns.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, feigning surprise. “I thought for a moment there I must have morphed into a waitress. But nope. I’m still wearing yellow, and they’re still wearing black dresses with white aprons.”

  Charles raises an eyebrow, looking amused. He flags down a waitress and hands her the empty glass. He repeats his order. She starts to move away from him.

  “Make that two,” he shouts after her.

  “So I take it you have a name then?” he says to me.

  It probably doesn’t much matter now. I’ve already blown it with an opening line like that, but it pisses me off how all of these guys seem to think that any women in the room must be a waitress. Yes, the conference is heavily male-dominated, but it is obvious enough I’m not a waitress. At least to anyone who chooses to see past their own small-minded assumptions.

  “Robin. Robin Blake.” I smile, holding my hand out.