Claiming His Valentine

by Lauren Milson

  I’ve touched myself before, but I’ve never craved a man like I do right now.

  And I’ve never felt a connection like this to anyone before.

  It is overpowering, and it is undeniable. And it was sparked inside me, deep inside, when I saw how he looked at me that first time.

  He lets us into his house, and I realize that I don’t even know his name.

  “Who are you?” I breathe as we enter the home. The foyer has high ceilings, and the inside of the house is more modern than what I expected from the outside. There is a small courtyard in the center of the house, straight ahead, where a few tall trees jut out of the ground, enclosed on four walls with crystal-clear glass.

  “I’m Cole,” he breathes, taking my hips from behind and spinning me around. “And you are perfect.”

  I fall against him as he gathers me up in his arms, unzipping my coat and pushing my hood away from my face, letting my long, loose blonde waves fall around my face. I feel myself getting wetter when I begin to realize that this is happening now.

  He kneels down in front of me, and slowly pushes my coat to the floor, letting it fall behind me softly. He kisses my belly, pushing my white sweater up, and then his fingers trail along the top of my jeans.

  “You’ve never felt how I’m going to make you feel, Val. The way I fuck you, the way I touch you, you are going to be mine forever. My touch will be branded on your skin,” he growls, as though it is a command.

  I feel like my world is coming together for the first time.

  I feel like I am his.

  “I have to tell you something, Cole,” I breathe. I feel my breath hitch deep inside my throat as he pulls the zipper of my jeans down, smiling up at me with a wicked, sinful grin, making me feel so dirty.

  “What is it, sweetness?”

  The zipper stops and I feel his fingers press forward, passing the thick denim and feathering against my soaked panties.

  “I...I have never done this before.”

  The truth hangs between us like a heavy wall I’ve erected. Suddenly, I feel exposed, and vulnerable.

  And silly, almost.

  I don’t know what the hell I’m doing right now.

  “Never done what, Val?” he taunts, hooking his fingers over the top of my jeans and giving a slight tug. The friction pulls against my heart, and I feel the wall between us beginning to crumble ever so slightly.

  “You’ve never be with someone who cares about you as much as I do?” he breathes, pressing his hands against my thighs, moving them behind me so they are on my ass.

  “That’s one way to put it,” I breathe, unsure of how to continue.

  “Say what you need to tell me, Val,” he says, pressing his lips against the edge of my panties as he pulls my jeans down my milky white thighs. “Say it.”

  His breath is so hot against my skin, and against my soaked panties, and all I want is for this moment to last forever, but I know it can’t. And I know what is coming next will make me crazy for him.

  Crazy.

  “I’ve never done this before...with anyone,” I confess.

  His breath heats and his breathing becomes shallow, and he looks up at me with reverence.

  “What?” he asks harshly.

  “I’m sorry,” I offer. “I don’t know why I told you that.”

  “No, sweetheart. No.” He stands up, pulling my sweater over my head in one swift motion as I put my arms in the air. He tosses it aside. The insides of my thighs are dripping for him, and I need to have his fullness buried deep inside me. “Tell me the whole truth. Tell me.”

  He kisses me and I want to cry, and I don’t understand why. My cheeks heat up and my chest rises with tension, but it feels good.

  This is desire. And it is more than desire.

  “I’m…I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never told anyone.”

  “Tell me, sweetness,” he growls into my ear. The command ignites me from the inside, makes my body melt into his.

  “I’m a virgin,” I breathe, his lips claiming mine roughly. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra as my fingers fly greedily to his pants, undoing his belt as the clanking of the metal and the hiss of his zipper excite me, filling my brain.

  “No,” he growls, taking my hands in his and then pinning them behind my back, binding my wrists in his grasp. My clit jumps as he kisses my neck, devouring my pure flesh, marking my untouched skin.

  “You don’t do anything yet,” he says, kissing down my neck, to my collarbone, his fingers moving against the outside of my soaked panties. “You don’t do anything yet. I’ll tell you when.”

  But I want to touch him, to run my fingers along the ridged flesh residing just underneath his tight shirt. I feel hungry and wild, and I struggle a bit against his body, because it feels so good.

  I just don’t know how it’s possible for my body to feel so good.

  Cole presses his lips against mine again, holding them there, moving with me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I open up for him compliantly, and the more I feel myself desiring to touch him, the more he pushes me up against the wall, as though he is teasing my body, my mind, making me beg for him with just my movements.

  “I want to touch you,” I moan against his lips as his hand comes around to my back once again, grasping my wrists.

  “And you will, girl. You will feel me against your skin, inside you. But first I need to make you feel good. I need to make you understand that you are mine.” He looks into my eyes deeply, hungrily, like a beast about to pounce out of its cage. Like he’s been caged up, locked away, for too long.

  I whimper softly as he dips one finger around the edge of my panties, finding my wet skin just behind the fabric. He presses his finger against me lightly, barely touching me, finding the wet nub where my desire is wound up so tight, and he dances against it lightly, caressing the valleys of my want.

  “You are so wet for me,” he growls, looking down at my body. With his other hand he reaches up to my shoulder and slips one of the straps of my bra down my skin, until my white lace bra falls off my body, revealing my large breasts to him.

  “Fuck, you are so perfect.”

  His mouth trails down my neck to the top of my breasts, where he licks a broad stroke between them, then kisses me gently on my breast bone, all while he keeps one single finger tracing around my clit, slowly torturing me, driving me insane.

  This is insane.

  Cole’s lips move down slowly to one of my nipples, and he sucks my untouched pink bud between his soft pink lips, swirling his tongue against it once I am warm inside him. The motion of his tongue matches the movement of his finger, and I could lose my mind if he weren’t going so achingly slow.

  “What are you doing to me?” I moan, pulling my hands from behind the small of my back and wrapping them around his waist.

  “Oh baby,” he says teasingly, “I told you to keep still. I should punish you. Do you want to be punished?”

  “I...I don’t know,” I breathe, desperate for him to touch me harder, faster, to take me...to fuck me.

  “Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he growls tenderly. “Do you like how I’m making you come completely undone for me?”

  “Oh god, yes.”

  Cole swipes his fingers against me, changing his movement from a sweet, sinful motion circling my soaked clit, to a hard grind, pushing against me, sending my body into a pool of heat so unbearable that I could come at any moment.

  “For me, right sweetheart?”

  His slips his finger down until he finds my tight virgin hole. I’ve never been penetrated. I’ve never slid a finger inside while masterbating. I’ve never felt anything inside me. Not even a tiny bit.

  But I’m about to.

  I feel my head fall back against the wall, dizzy, drunk on him, and I feel so deliciously naughty. I want to keep this feeling alive inside my blood forever.

  But I can’t. And I don’t really want to.

  No. I don’t want to stay right h
ere forever. As much as I love what he’s doing to me, I want something else. I want more.

  “Please, Cole,” I say, my breath coming faster, my chest heaving. “I want you.”

  “You have me, baby. You have me.”

  His finger slips up slightly, now pressing achingly against my hole, and I can feel my juices dripping down onto his fingers and he presses his palm against my clit, grinding against me slowly.

  “No,” I say, desperate for him. I feel my eyes flutter open as I look down, and he kisses my neck again, then lowers his body, kissing my belly, then pulls my jeans down my ass until I am standing in front of him in just my white lace panties.

  He looks up at me with hard reverence, his eyes flashing with want.

  “No what, Val?”

  “I...I want you. You know what I mean.”

  He stands up before me, towering over me, his body hard and domineering. He takes one finger and slips it under my chin, and my heart flutters against his touch.

  “Show me, sweetness.”

  I feel my lips part, and then I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, swallowing thickly.

  I can’t do this. I can’t show him what I want.

  But I want to. I want to so badly.

  “What do you mean, Cole?”

  “I mean, Val,” he says my name like it’s a dirty word, “that I want you to show me what you want me to do to your pretty little body.”

  “I want you...I want you to fuck me, Cole,” I breathe, the words tumbling out like an avalanche.

  “I said show me,” he commands. “Show me how bad you want it.”

  My body pulses with heat, and I can see he is not going to bend to my words. Begging him isn’t enough. Asking him isn’t enough.

  “Let me get you started,” he says, yanking his shirt over his head to reveal hard, perfect skin pulled over rippling muscles. I can’t help myself; my fingers come up to his chest, as though by a magnetic force, but they’re tentative at the same time. It’s my first time touching a man’s body, and I want to feel every single ripple beneath my fingertips. “After this, I want you to show me. But I will help you a little.”

  Then Cole reaches down, and reaches inside his pants, and he pulls out his cock.

  And I stand there, looking down at him, and I glower at him.

  He is thick, and big, and the tip is leaking pearls of sticky precome.

  I’ve heard all about sex. I’m not a prude. I’m not weird.

  But I have never seen anything like this before.

  My gaze flies up to his, and he flashes me an absolutely heart-melting smile.

  And now I know what he meant by showing him how much I want it.

  His hands graze along my body, rough but smooth and fast and protective, and I dive into his kiss. I can feel that my panties are positively soaked through, and he knows it too. He did this to me.

  He made me want him so badly.

  “Show me how much you want this,” he growls.

  I know how to show him. I know what he wants. Because the way he touched me, the way he lavished attention on me so slowly and tenderly and made me feel so wanted and desired - I know what he wants.

  He wants me to do what I want.

  Because begging isn’t enough for him.

  I have to show him how much I need him.

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  Cole

  My sweetness.

  I don’t know if I can take this much longer.

  She standing in front of me in just her panties, he white lace bra thrown to the floor.

  The panties suit her. I want her in my bed in some filthy black lace, making her pure skin fucking glow in the dim moonlight, but her plain white slightly lacey panties suit her for now.

  She had no idea she was going to fuck today. She had no idea I would find her today.

  That she’d find me.

  “My sweetness,” I say, pushing her blonde hair away from her face, “beg me.”

  Her skin flushes as she looks up into my eyes, licking her lips.

  The she turns around, and presses her ass out against my hard cock

  Fuck.

  “Like that?” she breathes sweetly.

  “You are so perfect,” I groan as she grinds her pretty little ass against my full, dripping cock. “Just like that.”

  The way her flesh dips in at her waist and then flares out at her hips, the dip in the small of her back, and then the swell of her ass against me has my cock raging like it hasn’t before.

  And not just in the past two years. Not just in the two wasted years I have spent here alone in my mountain made of money and wrapped up tight with barbed wire and stone and ice.

  Ever.

  “Take off your panties, love,” I say, wrapping one arm around her, pressing my fingers down past the waistband of her underwear, my other hand lacing through her hair and gathering it up in my fist. “Take them off now.”

  I feel her body tense up with want and then melt as she gasps, her fingers lightly grasping the edge of her panties, and then her ass wiggling as they fall down her milky white thighs.

  “Show yourself to me,” I grind the words out against the hot air between us. I can smell her desire coming off her skin, and she bends over slightly, spreading her legs apart, my fingers still fisted through her hair, until I can see her perfect, untouched pink pussy appear between her thighs.

  “Like this?” she breathes, asking compliantly, so tenderly, so sweetly.

  “Yeah, baby. Like that.”

  I spin her around and kiss her, taking her into my arms and claiming her lips with mine.

  Valoria. Brave. Beautiful. And perfect.

  “I’m going to make you feel so damn good,” I growl, kissing her hair, pulling my lips against her ear. Goosebumps plump up on her upper arm, and my fingers glide up to her neck, pulling her closer. “You don’t have to leave. There is a place here for you. I have been alone for so long. And I could fucking kill the man who tried to hurt you. The boy who tried to hurt you. But that won’t ever happen again. And you will stay here with me and you will never want for anything. You will never be alone on Valentine’s Day again. You will never be alone again. You will never be lost again”

  She pulls away from me, looking up, her blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

  “But I’m not alone,” she says softly, with a lost hopefulness in her eyes. “I’m not lost. I’m here. I’m...yours.”

  I lift her up and pin her against the wall, and she sweetly wraps her legs around my waist. She can feel my hardness against her soaking wet seam, but I do not break forward through her. I don’t enter her. Not yet.

  “Baby, I am going to make you feel like a princess.”

  She smiles at me, our lips nearly touching, and her lips pull softly against her cheeks, pulling up at the corners, in the most real expression of pure happiness I have ever seen.

  I kiss her, carrying her to the bedroom, where I will take her for the first time. Where I will claim her, take her, make her mine. Make her feel good and whole and pure and dirty. And where she’ll want me and crave me, but never want and never need.

  She’ll beg and moan, and I’ll give her everything.

  Everything.

  And I will leave no part of her untouched, unsatisfied. Inside and out.

  Because my heart is alive now.

  For two years I shut myself out. I closed up my heart. I shut it down.

  She has opened it up.

  I’ve wanted her for a year. It’s been a year too long. I thought she was too good for me, too perfect and pure.

  And she is. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Because now that I’ve saved her and taken her, neither of us can let go.

  I can feel it. She can feel it.

  I carry her into my bedroom easily, my muscles moving and the memory of the floorboards beneath my feet guiding me. I don’t need to look where I’m going. I only need to see her to know where I’m going.

  When we get to the bedroom, I lay her down softly on to
p of the bed, the plush white linens and blankets giving way to her perfect skin, her curves, her form, like she belongs here.

  And I climb on top of her, and she sits up to meet my lips as I put my hand behind her head, the soft waves of her hair parting between my fingers. I tug a little and she moans into my mouth, the sweet sounds filling the room, my ears, my heart.

  “Valoria, my love. Do you see what you do to me?”

  I reach down and stroke my cock, the fullness in my hand surprising me.

  “Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”

  “Open up for me.”

  She falls back against her elbows and spreads her legs just for me, showing me all of her.

  She is so fresh, and pink, untouched and pure. And I am about to make her my dirty, my one and only.

  I push the head of my cock against her clit, riding the soaking wet nectar between her legs, her sticky sweetness coating my full length.

  “Oh god,” she moans, her eyelids fluttering shut against her precious skin, her eyebrows knitting in the center. Her mouth pops open in a lewd expression of desire. I have made her dizzy for me.

  And my body is on fire for hers.

  “Please do it,” she moans, begging me to fill up her tight little cunt with my cock. She wants her pink pussy lips to spread around me as I stretch her tight, making her pussy open farther than she thinks it can. “Please.”

  “Show me,” I growl my command.

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  Valoria

  This is it.

  I am crazy with emotion. And my clit is aching, and all the blood inside my body is like an arrow pointing there, and it’s like I am not getting enough oxygen to my brain. It’s making me woozy.

  And I love it.

  I reach out with one hand, the other arm propping myself up to see him. I want to see all of this. I want to see the first time Cole enters me, breaks my seal, pops my cherry, makes me his woman, the woman I am meant to be.

  Taking his cock in my hand, he looks even more massive. I can barely wrap my fingers around his fullness, and the head alone is huge, and bulging. I spread my legs up wide, my knees falling back against the bed, at my sides. I press the head against my clit softly, and my eyes flash from his cock to his eyes, his loving gaze caressing my entire body, as though I can feel his eyes touching me.