All She Wants for Valentine's Day: A Contemporary Erotic Romance Story (All She Wants #3)

by Nathan Stratton

  She winked at him. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” With that, she turned and hopped lightly out of his car, smiling to herself as she closed the door behind her. You go, girl, she thought to herself as she sashayed back to her car, feeling his eyes watching her swaying backside.

  As she drove off, she beeped, and he waved. She laughed to herself, and couldn’t stop grinning the whole ride home. She had to take stock of the situation: she’d had a great date with a hot guy; she’d seen that loser Warren get put in place; she’d had an absolutely wonderful orgasm; and with her flirtatious, sassy tone at the end of the night, she definitely felt like she had the upper hand of the situation.

  Not a bad night’s work, she thought to herself as she pulled into her driveway. Not a bad night’s work at all.

  Chapter 5: All She Wants for Valentine’s Day

  Of course, all good things must come to an end – and for Tanya, that end came all too quickly.

  Ryan said he’d call the next day, but he never did. She’d kept checking her phone like a crazy person the whole day through, and she even started hearing “phantom rings” from her phone after a while. She’d hear a ring, then start digging frantically through her purse to find it, only to realize her phone hadn’t rung at all. By midnight that night, her confidence from the previous day had disappeared completely.

  As she crawled under the covers of her freshly-made bed, she’d given up hope of hearing from Ryan. She figured he’d either lost interest, had second thoughts of some sort, or maybe he was just a lying jerk to begin with. All she could think about now was whether or not she’d have to change gym memberships, so that she could avoid running into him again in the parking lot. “It looks like I’m going to have a lonely Valentine’s Day, after all,” she said glumly. “I was stupid to ever think anything different.”

  The next morning was Valentine’s Day, and she rose a bit earlier than usual. She was determined to make the most of her day at work, just to avoid thinking about her failed shot at romance. She jumped in the shower, trying to work the depressed, lonely feelings out of her hair. When she got out, on a whim, she put on a pair of red high-heeled shoes that always made her feel a little sexier. It did the trick, and before long she was humming her favorite song with a smile on her face as she went about her morning routine.

  She was just pouring herself a cup of coffee when her doorbell rang.

  “Who could that be?” she wondered aloud. She paused for a second, a thought flashing across her mind. What if it were…? “…Nah,” she said, shaking the thought away before she thought of his name. “It couldn’t be.”

  Still, she was very curious. She cinched the belt of her terry-cloth robe a little tighter, and crossed quickly over to the foyer of her apartment. She flung open the door, not sure who or what to expect.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day,” said Ryan, standing on her doorstep dressed in a dark suit.

  “What the hell are YOU doing here?!” Tanya blurted out.

  He burst out into laughter, and produced a single, bright red rose from behind his back. He offered it to her, smiling. “I came to see you,” he said. Suddenly, he looked down and saw her red high heels. A funny look came over his face – equal parts confusion and arousal. But she wasn’t going to let him off the hook just yet.

  “Why didn’t you call me?” she asked, crossing her arms angrily across her chest. She had no intention of letting him in, after he’d made her feel like an idiot waiting for the phone call yesterday.

  “I lost your number,” he said. “Honestly, I did. I had the slip of paper you’d written it on, but then when I got home, I couldn’t find it anywhere. I felt like such an idiot, you have no idea.”

  She was still skeptical. “Then how did you find my address?”

  He looked sheepish now. “I, uh… I begged the receptionist at the gym to look up your information. She didn’t want to give it to me at first, but after I explained to her the situation, she finally gave in – as a Valentine’s Day favor, she said.”

  Tanya paused a moment to consider this. “…Huh,” she said. “You mean you went through all that effort? But why?”

  There was no trace of joking in Ryan’s voice now. He stepped closer to her on the doorstep, a deep and earnest look in his eye. “I had to, Tanya,” he said. “I had to see you again. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He took her hand, and gently placed the rose into it. Still holding onto her hand, he looked at her firmly and smiled, his eyes lighting up around the edges as he spoke. “I guess what I’m asking is… will you be my Valentine?”

  Tanya burst out laughing. “Wow, how corny can you get?!?” she teased him.

  He went stone-faced now, mock-serious, pretending to be hurt. “Come on, I thought that was pretty good,” he said.

  “I mean, you definitely get credit for the suit and all – and damn, you do clean up nice,” she said. “And, yeah, I guess you get points for creativity, finding out my address through the gym and all. But come on! I mean, ‘will you be my Valentine?’ I expected something more out of you, Buster,” she continued.

  His eyes narrowed. “You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?” he said. “You keep this up, and I might just have to wipe that smile off your face.”

  “Oh, really,” she said sarcastically, and turned away from the door – sashaying away from him seductively, and leaving him standing there in the open doorframe.

  He stood there a minute, transfixed by the sight, until he realized she’d walked away. “So, uh… are you going to invite me in, or what?!” he called after her.

  “Just close the door behind you,” came the reply from within her apartment.

  Ryan stepped hesitantly through the door, closing the door shut behind him as he’d been told. He took a few steps inward, then turned in the direction of the voice. He couldn’t see Tanya at first, so he moved deeper into the apartment. When he crossed through a doorway into the living room, he saw her standing there – and his jaw dropped.

  She’d undone the belt of her robe, letting it fall just slightly open to reveal her toned, naked stomach underneath. The robe clung tightly to her breasts, looking dangerously close to falling away and exposing her completely.

  “You know, you’re lucky I let you in here,” she said, still wanting to torture Ryan a bit. “You had no right to make me wait there by the phone like that. You’re going to need to make it up to me.”

  “And how can I do that?” asked Ryan in a level tone, meeting her steady gaze as he stepped closer towards her. His hand reached up to loosen his tie, a subtle motion that nonetheless conveyed his intentions perfectly.

  Tanya lifted her leg up onto a small coffee table, letting the material of her robe spill gently down in front of her. Still holding the rose by the stem, she now dragged its petals slowly up her thigh, pushing her robe even higher as she did so. His eyes followed, glued to the skin of her leg that was slowly being revealed, inch by inch. He took another step closer, now ripping his tie off completely and undoing the top button of his shirt.

  “Not so fast,” she said, gesturing with the rose and stopping Ryan in his tracks. Obediently, he stopped where he stood, his hands still resting at his collar. She walked slowly towards him, her heels clacking on her hardwood floor. As she reached him, she put her hands on his firm, flat chest and leaned into his neck, savoring a deep whiff of his masculine scent. She reached her hand around his back and pulled him closer to her, rubbing her breasts against his chest. The feeling of his hard weight on her nibbles through the sheer fabric of her robe sent a chill down her spine. She could feel herself getting extremely wet. She felt like she had all the power over him, and it was an intoxicating feeling.

  She reached her hand down to his crotch, and felt his growing hardness through his cotton slacks. “Just as I thought,” she said. “You think you’re getting lucky this morning, don’t you?” As she said this, she grabbed a hold of his shaft and gave it a gentle tug. He groaned in response, reaching a hand towar
ds her breast as if to push away the robe. But she pushed his hand away; she wasn’t ready to stop teasing him yet.

  “There’s all sorts of punishments I can dream up for you,” she purred, still working his hard member through his pants. He was rock-hard now, the bulge threatening to pop the button on his fly. She glanced down to his hand, where he still held his tie. She took it from him and looped the tie around his head, so that it was draped around his shoulders. She grabbed the excess length and began to walk away from him, pulling him along behind her. “Come with me.” He didn’t have much of a choice, with the tie around his neck.

  She led him over to her gray leather couch, turning to face him before falling backwards into a reclining pose. Her legs were spread wide open now, with her wetness on full display. She yanked the tie downwards, forcing his head down towards her. “All right, Ryan,” she breathed in a husky voice. “Why don’t you try and make it up to me.”

  He needed no further instruction. Obediently, he got down on his knees in front of her, running his hands up her thighs as he did so. He snaked his hands around under her butt and pulled her closer towards the edge of the couch, so that her womanhood was mere centimeters from his face. She felt deliciously exposed, especially after the little strip-tease she’d just put on for him. She’d never felt so sexy.

  Now, though, it was his turn to tease her. He began slowly, with a few tender kisses on her thigh. He ran the tip his tongue all the way down towards her knee, and then all the way up again – but stopping just short of her labia. He repeated this motion on the other leg, moving even slower this time, obviously enjoying himself as much as she was. The line traced by his tongue burned with electricity; it was like he was turning her whole body into one big erogenous zone.

  He paused now, his lips just inches from where she craved them to be. With one of his fingers, he ran slowly from the bottom of her slit to the top. When he finally reached the hard nub of her clit, he gently increased the pressure, eliciting a hard, uncontrollable jerk of pleasure from her. He looked up at her, eyes smoldering with lust. “Look how wet you are,” he growled. Still staring up into her eyes, he slowly lowered his open mouth onto her vagina, watching her expression change as he made contact. That was all she saw before her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a deep moan, as the sweet touch of his tongue against her body overloaded the pleasure centers of her brain.

  “Oh my god,” she gasped aloud. She grabbed a lock of his hair and pushed his head deeper into her crotch. “Oh my god, yeah, don’t stop.” He knew just the right ways to touch her; he used his lips and his tongue to shower attention on her clit, while pushing two fingers into her vagina to heighten the sensation even further. She was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, but through the daze she realized that this was the best head she’d ever gotten. In fact, it was almost too good – he’d only been going at it for about a minute before she felt her body explode in a quick, intense orgasm.

  “Fuck!” she cried out, in a mixture of frustration and ecstasy. She hadn’t wanted to come so quickly; it was a cruel paradox of nature that the better things felt, the harder it was to resist orgasm. She looked down at him, arousal still clouding her vision. Normally when she was pleasuring herself, one orgasm was enough to sate her desire – but now, she realized, she was still extremely horny, and felt like she could go for another round.

  “Get up here,” she gasped, and pulled him by the shoulders up towards her. He didn’t need to be told twice. As he got up off his knees, she grabbed for his belt, undoing it and letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor around his ankles. She was rewarded by the sight of his rock-hard erection, sticking out proud and glistening from his body. She groaned in anticipation; she couldn’t wait another second. “Give it to me,” she said. She lunged hungrily towards him, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock as fast as she could. It had been so long since she’d been this close to a penis before; she felt a need to make up for lost time. She began sucking like a woman possessed, causing him to gasp at the sudden pleasure. She rubbed a hand under his balls, loving the way they contracted in response. He grabbed her robe and tore it away from her, letting her breasts finally fall out freely, and grabbed one hard as she continued to pleasure him. She flattened her tongue against the bottom of her teeth and took him as deep into her mouth as he could go, then began moving her tongue back and forth against the bottom of his shaft. His moans of pleasure told her how much he was loving it. She slid her mouth off him with a small ‘pop!’ and grinned up and him devilishly. “I told you I give good head,” she said, before going back down and continuing.

  He grabbed behind her hair, and began thrusting his cock into her mouth as she sucked him. She loved the feeling of being so desired. Soon, he pulled her off him – “I’m going to come if you keep going,” he said. “I don’t want to come yet.” He pushed her into a supine position on the couch, and climbed on top of her, his big triceps holding his body aloft over her own. He paused a second, seeming to hesitate just a moment, as if he wasn’t sure whether she was OK with going further. As if to answer his question before he even asked it, she pulled him down into her.

  As soon as he entered her, her world was overcome by pure bliss. His hot, hard shaft felt as if it were made for her. He plunged again and again into her body, her wetness making him slide in easily with no resistance. Their moans and cries of pleasure increased in unison, as she felt another orgasm building within her.

  He reached down for her body, and pulled her up to him, kissing her passionately as he continued to thrust into her. She bit her lip to try and suppress the cries of ecstasy, but they escaped her just the same. Suddenly, she felt him stiffen inside her, and a hot blast of his come came shooting out of his cock. It was the final trigger she needed, and her own orgasm tore through her in response – in contrast to the first, which was intense but brief, this one built up in waves, and seemed to just keep coming and coming, in tune with his own release.

  For that long, drawn-out moment – which probably only lasted a minute, but seemed to remain forever – Tanya felt wholly at peace, like his body and hers were joined together as one. She couldn’t imagine a feeling any more sublime than this. This is what it’s all about, she thought to herself. She never wanted it to end.

  But finally, inevitably, the waves of pleasure subsided. With a final groan, Ryan collapsed on top of her, covering her face and neck with tender kisses. They were both absolutely spent, their bodies still basking in the afterglow of what they’d done.

  Before she knew it, she felt herself drifting off to sleep, with him still holding her in his arms. Through her dreamy half-conscious state, she murmured to him:

  “I guess it’s a happy Valentine’s Day, after all…”

  --- THE END ---

  Copyright 2013 Nathan Stratton. All rights reserved.

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  Author’s Note:

  I began writing erotic fiction in December 2012, fulfilling a life-long dream that I’ve only recently had the courage to pursue.

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