My Virgin Valentine: A Valentine's Day Novella

by Genevieve Matthews

  “When I fantasize about you,” I say, “I imagine you need my pussy so badly that you rip my panties to shreds so you can be inside of me.”

  His body stills above me. “Fuck,” he says. And then the warmth of his body is gone. He has moved down between my legs. I feel his palm slowly rub my pussy. I hear a quiet rumbling moan and then he says, “You’re so wet, I’m going to lose my mind.”

  I look down and as soon as my eyes meet his he fists my panties and tears them apart, ripping them off my body. He tosses them over his shoulder and dips his head back down between my legs.

  I squeeze my eyes shut as soon as I feel his fingers on my folds, spreading them. The soft, skilled tongue that was lighting my mouth on fire a few seconds ago is now warm inside my pussy, licking me gently.

  He’s licking slowly and I want to move my hips and grind into his mouth, applying even more pressure to increase the sensations I’m feeling.

  “Harder, Nate,” I say.

  He responds, pushing his tongue into my core before licking up and focusing on my clit. Every time his tongue flicks over my deliciously sensitive nub I moan with abandonment. My hands claw at the sheets, looking for something to hold onto as my body feels like it is spiraling out of control as I fall off the side of a cliff.

  He continues to lick and suck me, circle and tease me. Then I feel his finger slip inside me and I know something wonderful is about to happen. A burning hot intensity forms at my core. A few more hard licks of his tongue and my orgasm crests like a wave pushing sensations through my body that makes me cry out.

  My heart is pounding loudly in my chest. I’m worried I might be done for the night after that experience but Nate’s finger is still inside me, rubbing me from the inside. I don’t know how it’s possible but I feel myself growing restless again. He owns me completely, heightening every sensation in my body, making me need him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

  I sit up on my elbows and he pulls his finger out. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs my arousal over it. I move toward him, wanting to feel his cock in my hands. I reach out and touch him, lightly with my fingers.

  “You’re so smooth,” I say, “like velvet.”

  As my orgasm faded away, it took my inhibitions with it. I want to feel him, discover him, and then let him have me.

  “Here, like this.” He wraps his hand around mine and guides it, showing me how hard to grip him and how to move up and down to create the best sensations. After a minute he takes his hand away and I take over. He’s so hard I wonder if it’s a little painful.

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I say.

  He takes my hand away from his cock and pulls it to his lips, kissing the back of my hand.

  “I need to see these beautiful tits.”

  With renewed hunger he reaches around and unclasps my bra, pulling the straps down my arms and tossing it behind him on the floor.

  He takes me in his arms and pulls me back on the bed, resting my head on the pillow. His fingers trail over my breasts, stopping to pinch and tug my nipples. When he rolls them between his fingers I arch my back off the bed, pressing into his hands.

  He uses his mouth to pull my nipple, licking with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. He’s just rough enough, leaving his mark so I never forget the way he’s claiming my body, making it his.

  My fingers fist in his hair, pulling him as close to me as possible. He kisses his way up to my neck, his strong hands exploring my body. He sucks on the skin right underneath my ear. He has me worked up again, to the point of desperation and I know I’m ready.

  “I need more, Nate,” I say right into his ear while he continues to suck and lick my skin.

  He positions himself between my legs, holding himself up on his elbows. I’m surrounded by his ripped biceps and sculpted shoulders. My hands caress him, following every bulge from his arms to his chest.

  “It might hurt at first, but I promise you…I’ll make it up to you.”

  I look in his eyes and hold his gaze as I feel the head of his cock push through my opening. His eyes flash and I can tell he’s tense, forcing himself to go slow.

  He slides in and out, just a little bit at a time. And then, loosing his constraint, he thrusts powerfully into me making me cry out while digging my fingers into his arms.

  There was a sharp pinch and a quick wash of pain. But he’s motionless inside of me, letting me acclimate to this new feeling.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  I nod my head and let him kiss me.

  At first, there’s a gentle throbbing that feels painful. Once the pain has passed, the throbbing starts to feel really good. I’m full and complete in the most perfect way.

  I squeeze his arms again while he slowly pulls himself out and gently thrusts back in. His eyes are on me, reading my reactions. Looking for pain or pleasure.

  “You’re squeezing my cock so tight,” he says, his voice sounding strained.

  He starts thrusting harder, his cock touching me in all the right ways inside my pussy. I start to rock my hips with his, enjoying the feeling of his body thrusting so deeply into mine. We fall into a rhythm and I quickly decide that I’m addicted to this feeling.

  “Nate,” I say. And this time his name on my lips is a slow, drawn out moan. The sensation of him sliding in and out of my body is indescribable. Finally I understand what all the fuss is about.

  My cries for him make him curse under his breath and spur him on. I can tell he’s close to coming. I feel the familiar ache building in my core, priming me for the onslaught of pleasure mere seconds away.

  “Yes, Nate, yes,” I say, knowing I’m close but needing him to help me get there. He’s thrusting deeply, a hint of pain when he’s so far inside of me.

  “What do you need?” he asks heatedly.

  “Just more.” It’s all I can think to say. I don’t exactly know what I need but I’m confident he’ll get me there.

  He sits up, more on his knees, and pulls my hips up toward him. He thrusts again and I feel an even stronger sensation this time. He has taken control, holding me tightly and pounding into me.

  Suddenly the most intense feeling bursts through me and I’m shouting his name. It rolls through me longer than I have ever felt an orgasm before and I’m writhing from the assault on my senses.

  “Fuck.” I hear Nate curse again, and open my eyes to see his gorgeous face lost in pleasure. His hands grip my hips and pull me to him so tightly I can feel his body tremble against my skin as his cock pulses his release inside of me.

  He lets himself fall over me again, bringing his lips to mine in a sated kiss. It’s sweet and slow as our breathing deepens and our heart rates return to normal. When he finally pulls out and lays next to me on the bed, I instantly miss the intimacy and connection we just experienced together.

  Without a word he gets up and walks into what I imagine is the bathroom, connected to his bedroom. My heart drops into my stomach. Oh God, was I awful? The haze of euphoria surrounding me quickly dissipates when I hear the water turn on. He’s taking a shower? After-sex etiquette is new to me but I would expect some snuggling and pillow talk before cleaning up. Sitting up, I look over the side of the bed for my clothes.

  Chapter 7

  I’m leaning over the bed, searching for my clothes when he walks out a minute later.

  “You okay?” he asks. I straighten up, whipping my head around to look at him. He’s holding a washcloth in his hand and walking toward me, still completely and gloriously naked.

  “Yes,” I say. I force my mind to quiet down, to stop jumping to conclusions.

  “Lie back.” He says it in such a way that I don’t even hesitate. I simply follow his command. “Spread your legs for me.”

  With my eyes on him I let my legs fall open. He crawls on the bed between my legs and presses the warm washcloth to me. “There was some blood,” he says, wiping me clean. It’s such an intimate act I feel my face start to blush a bit. “I�
�m running a bath for us.”

  Relief courses through me as I focus on the words “for us.” Thank God he’s not kicking me out. Did I really think he would kick me out? I guess not. But Maria’s right, I have a bad habit of thinking the worst and letting my thoughts spiral out of control.

  I glance down and notice that he’s already hard again. My eyes must betray me because he says, “Looking at you lying on my bed like that…” He licks his lips and spreads his palm on my stomach. “I want you again, already.”

  He’s doing a good job calming my nerves from just a few minutes ago. And to be truthful, I want him again, too. Having him moving inside of me with his body invading all of my senses was the most exquisite experience of my life.

  “Come on, the tub should be full.” He reaches his hands out to take mine and pull me up. Holding his hand he leads me into the bathroom. I openly stare at his sexy ass the entire way to the bathroom.

  I’m surprised that he has such a spacious and fancy whirlpool tub in his bathroom. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing a single guy living alone would bother with.

  I’m not complaining though. He has the tub filled to the top, the perfect temperature of water bubbling as the jets push the water around.

  I dip my toe in to test the temperature and then step right in. My body sinks down until the water is just below my shoulders. There’s a jet massaging my lower back and I’m completely relaxed.

  “I can’t remember the last time I soaked in a whirlpool tub,” I say. “I could get use to this.”

  Nate steps in and sits facing me, our legs overlapping to make room for each other.

  “I never use it,” he says. “It was part of the house when I bought it but I’m not a bath kind of guy.”

  My giggle is infectious. He laughs with me. “I didn’t for one moment confuse you with a bath guy.”

  He splashes me with some water and I laugh harder.

  “So you don’t think I’m the kind of guy that relaxes in a bubble bath at night. What else do you think of me?”

  “I don’t know,” I say shyly. He scoots himself closer to me in the tub, lifting me so I’m straddling him.

  I exhale with a soft moan. It’s hard to believe his huge erection rubbing against me now was inside of me not ten minutes ago.

  “Somehow I’m going to get you to stop being so shy with me.” He leans his head down and pulls my nipple into his mouth, flicking it and then biting it softly.

  My hands fly to his head, pulling him close and holding him to me.

  “You like that?” He murmurs into my chest.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me what else you like.” He brings his head up, looking me in the eyes. I lean forward to kiss him but he pulls his back.

  “Tell me, Leah,” he says smiling.

  “I like the feel of your…” I can’t bring myself to say the word so I use my index finger to point down in the water.

  “My what?” He looks at me with amusement. “Say the word.”

  “Your…stuff.” It’s the best I can do and I still find myself looking away, unable to meet his eyes.

  “My dick?” he asks, rubbing himself against my pussy. “Or my cock?”

  “Yes, exactly,” I say.

  “Okay. What do you like me to do with my cock?”

  “I like…” I drop my face and focus on his chest, searching for the right words. “I like how good it felt when you were thrusting in and out. I could feel every inch of you. And somehow I was able to take you, all of you, and it felt indescribable. I don’t think there’s anything else that will be able to match that feeling.”

  I peek my eyes up at his. He looks hot and intense, ready for round two.

  “Are you sore?” His voice sounds raspy and thick with desire. The voice I’ve come to learn means he wants me and it instantly makes me achy with lust.

  “A little. But it’s okay, I really want to do it again.” I press my lips to his, initiating a passionate kiss. He brings his hands up and squeezes my plump breasts, rubbing and pulling at my nipples. “I like that,” I say into his mouth.

  “Good girl,” he says. “What else do you like.”

  “I like it when your fingers touch me down there.” I point down into the water again where I’m still straddling him.

  His laugh starts as a slow rumble in his chest. He licks his tongue into my mouth and I lick him back, loving how he uses his tongue. “You like it when I touch your pussy,” he says.

  “Yes, especially with your tongue.”

  “I like that, too,” he says. He reaches his hand between us in the water and gently rubs between my folds, focusing on my clit.

  I reach my hand down between us and take his cock into my hand. I squeeze my hand around him and start to move up and down like he showed me.

  We kiss passionately again while our hands stroke each other, giving each other pleasure. After awhile I start to squirm, feeling impatient and needing to get off.

  “Turn around,” he says. I turn my body so I’m facing the edge of the tub. “Move the jet so it’s giving you pressure on your pussy.”

  I gladly do what he says. The anticipation of what’s to come sending thrills of excitement through me. I have my knees spread and move the jet up until I feel it pulse against my clit. The next sensation I feel is Nate’s cock between my legs, rubbing against me. I push back into him, loving the pressure.

  He positions himself at my opening and then thrusts himself inside of me. I grab onto the lip of the tub so hard my knuckles are turning white. I hold on while he thrusts in and out. His hands reach around me and take my breasts into his palms. He squeezes them hard, pulling on my nipples.

  “Sorry, baby, I can’t be gentle this time,” he says.

  I start to cry out as all of the sensations assaulting my body start to overtake me. Nate is filling me from behind while the jet of water is creating the perfect pressure on my clit. Every time he pulls on my nipples I feel bolts of pleasure shoot through my pussy.

  “Oh God, Nate, please,” I’m starting to beg but I’m not sure what I need the most right now. For him to keep going and never let this feeling stop, or to make me come.

  “I’ve got you,” he says.

  He continues to slam into me and I start to push back into him, rocking my hips in a way that makes the pressure on my clit feel perfect.

  This time the orgasm hits me suddenly and I moan loudly and roll my hips, holding the pressure between my legs as my body is racked with waves of pleasure.

  “Talk to me,” he says. He pulls me up so my back is pressed against his chest. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck.

  “I love how you feel inside of me,” I say.

  “What do you love?” He commands me while his finger strokes me between my legs.

  “I love your cock,” I finally say. If I weren’t so lost in the pleasure he’s making me feel I might be embarrassed by my words. But I’m chasing the next orgasm with every ounce of energy I have left.

  I feel him thrust once more, hard and deep, and then he spills himself inside of me again. He moans and holds me still but his finger is pressing and rubbing my clit and I know he’s about to get me off again.

  “I can feel you getting ready to come,” he says. Everything tightens and another force of pleasure pulses through me. Once the last sensation has passed and my body has stopped shaking, I become limp, resting all of my weight against Nate. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down with him as he rests against the side of the tub.

  “That was so much fun,” I say with a smile on my face.

  “You are fucking amazing.” He kisses my temple and squeezes me tighter in his arms. “I’m so glad you got a job next door to me.”

  “Yeah, you can keep an eye on me now.”

  “I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a long time. But now I don’t have to hide it anymore.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. My office window is right n
ext door to the back room window in the flower shop where you spend a lot of time arranging flowers. I’ve had a lot of time to take notice.”

  “But you’ve never come into the store before a few days ago.”

  “No.”

  “You’ve been busy with all the other girls in your life?” I tease.

  “I wouldn’t say that,” he says with a laugh.

  I can tell there’s more to it but I don’t want to pry. We have more time to discover things about each other. Besides, the last thing I need is to scare him away already by forcing him to talk about his feelings.

  “Well, this is hands down the best Valentine’s Day I’ve had. So thank you for that. And thank you for the flowers.”

  Chapter 8

  Not surprisingly, I’m running behind the next morning. I slip and slide across the street trying to make it on time for my long-standing weekly study date with Maria. I grab onto the railing as I make my way up the steps leading to the old library on campus.

  It’s quiet when I get inside. I have to push down my excitement because it doesn’t fit in this setting. I want to tell Maria everything that happened after I had to cancel on her last night. She’s not going to believe it.

  I finally spot her at a table off to the side. I can pick her sleek black hair out of a crowd. She’s wearing her glasses today, already hard at work on her laptop. We have an exam next week so there’s actually a ton of work I should be doing but I’m completely distracted by my thoughts of Nate and the amazing sex we had last night. He has opened my eyes to something new and wonderful and I don’t think I’m ever going to look at my life in the same way from this point on.

  “Hey, sorry I’m late,” I say as I sit at the chair across from her.

  “Hey! No prob. I got started on the assignment we have due tomorrow first. Then I thought we could see how much we can prep for our exam next week.”

  “Sounds great!” I say. I can’t keep the smile off of my face as I pull my laptop out of my bag and set it on the table in front of me. I open it and log on, all the while trying not to shout out that I finally had sex last night.