I wrapped my fingers around his cock and just held it. Wills squeezed his eyes shut. “Oh, Jesus!”
“No. Theo.” I tried to laugh as I gave his own words back to him, but I was too close to coming, and I had to ease my finger out of him. And then a single stroke to his cock, and thick, hot streamers of come splashed onto my chest. That was all it took, and I was exploding into the condom that sheathed my cock. Jolts of electricity sparked through me, and I gasped and shivered and shivered some more.
“It’s always so good, Theo.” Wills sank down on me and hummed in satisfaction.
“It is.” It had never been so good with anyone. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” I murmured as I nuzzled his ear.
“It is Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” He kissed the side of my neck.
“Yeah. We’re gonna get stuck together.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” I could feel him going boneless.
“No, Wills. I don’t mind.”
“Don’t let me oversleep, okay?”
“Okay, babe.” I could laugh at that. Even without the alarm set, he never overslept. My cock softened, and I slid my hand between us and gripped the base as it slid free so the contents of the condom wouldn’t spill out. Wills was out cold, and he stayed that way even as I shifted him a bit; I tied off the condom and tossed it aside.
* * * *
I mumbled a protest when something started tugging the hairs on my torso.
“Sorry, babe. We did get kind of stuck together.” A kiss was pressed between my pecs. “Try to go back to sleep, okay?”
“‘Kay.” My subconscious registered the toilet flushing, the shower running, and then silence broken by my lover humming.
“I’m gonna make some breakfast, and then I’ll have to go, Theo. Thanks for a great start to Valentine’s Day.”
“Hmm? Oh, welcome.”
“I’ve left your present on the dresser.”
“‘Kay.”
He laughed softly. “I’ll see you later, gorgeous.” He fondled my ass, kissed the corner of my mouth, and then I heard the bedroom door close behind him.
Just as I was sinking more deeply into slumber, his words broke through my sleepy fog. Valentine’s Day!
Our first Valentine’s Day together, and I’d let him go off without giving him his present.
“Shit.” I sat up in bed, wondering if he was still in the apartment. “Wills!”
The door opened and he poked his head in. “What’s up, babe? I thought you were going back to sleep.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day!”
“Well, yeah.”
“You can’t go without your gift!”
“You already gave it to me. Earlier this morning.” He looked relaxed and so happy.
“No.” It was the first time I was spending Valentine’s Day with someone who actually cared more about me than a hot fuck. “I have something for you.” I was relaxed and happy too, but I was nervous and excited as well. It was the first time I was giving Wills a piece of jewelry. I wasn’t sure how it would go over with him. He’d liked the books and clothes and DVDs I’d given him for his birthday. He’d loved the fireplace I’d had reopened and finished with a granite surround and an oak mantel for Christmas, and we’d both enjoyed making love in front of it.
He came back into the room. As usual, he was wearing one of those nothing special suits.
I glanced at the clock. It was 6:55. He’d have plenty of time to get to work, even with rush hour traffic. I got out of bed, took the present from where I had hidden it in my underwear drawer, and gave it to him, suddenly wondering if the wrapping paper with its hearts and cupids, plump little cherubs with pristine white wings, was too over-the-top for guys.
Wills and his delayed gratification. He took his time, carefully removing the ribbon and then the wrapping paper. Finally he pressed the catch of the maroon velvet jeweler’s box. His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath. “Babe, this is beautiful!” He stroked the twenty-four karat chain and pendant before taking it out.
“Um…” I worried my lip. “…There’s something on the back.”
He turned it over, and his breath hitched. “Theo!” He rubbed his thumb over the words engraved on the back.
“Do you like it?”
“Are you nuts? I love it! Thank you!” He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “But…all I got you is a box of Godiva chocolates.”
“I’m a sucker for Godiva chocolates, babe.” I glanced at the box on the dresser. I had an idea what a box that size cost, but even if it had been a five dollar box of Russell Stover bought at the drugstore, it would have meant the world to me, because he was the one who was giving it to me. “You’re gonna get lucky tonight.”
“I’ve been lucky every night since I met you.” His face flushed. “Would you…would you put this on me?”
I felt my own face flush. I took it from him and unfastened the clasp, then put it around his neck and refastened it. As I’d hoped, the length of chain was perfect; the pendant hung directly over his heart.