I sit down on his face, letting him bury his tongue in me as I inhale in the head of his dick and suck hard. Both of us are moaning and gasping, and I hope he’s thirsty, because I know my cream is just running out of me.
That tongue inside me, swirling and poking is driving me crazy, and I jam my head down on him, sucking hard and bobbing fast. His hips start rolling, lifting to my mouth, and I use that to just go all the way down as he thrusts.
I jam my lips against his groin, and find I can get the tip of my tongue out enough to lick his balls. He jumps and gasps, then moans as my tongue gently plays with his sac and balls.
He retaliates by running his tongue up between my swollen lips and finding my engorged clit.
He makes little circles with the tip of his tongue, then suddenly grinds down hard on it, and it’s my turn to moan and gasp.
After a breath, I tighten my lips around the base of his cock and start bobbing up and down with short fast strokes, my tongue running back and forth over his shaft.
I ram down again, but this time I come slowly all the way up, my lips squeezing, until I capture his head, and swirl my tongue around it, my lips kneading and teasing him. I feel his mouth pull away from me as he can do nothing but lie back and moan.
But as soon as I slide down his shaft again, I feel his lips suck in my clit and squeeze and knead it between them as I squeal and almost start to gag.
I want him. Now! Pulling away from his mouth, I move to his side and turn around, then quickly straddle him again at the hips. I reach down and grasp his thick shaft, running a fingertip over his head for a moment, teasing him and smiling as he groans and jumps.
But I need him now, and I line him up with my hole quickly and slide down on him as fast as I can take him. Oh Fuck!! It stretches me so tight, and I groan, head back, eyes closed, and sit on him, feeling my cunt shuddering and clenching around him.
He’s groaning too, being squeezed so tight he’s fighting not to cum. As soon as I feel myself relax a little, I lift slowly back up, enjoying the feeling of my tightness gripping his rigid shaft. Our eyes are locked on each other, both of us breathing deeply. I love every little smile and gasp and moan and twitch from him, and I know he loves every reaction he elicits from me.
As I slide slowly down again I gasp, “Ohhhhhh Baby, Goddddd!” letting him know how good it feels. He clenches his fists and sucks in his breath for the entire length of my slide. When I bottom out on him again I can feel him shudder.
I lean forward, putting my hands on his chest, and we blow each other little kisses. He raises his legs behind me and starts stroking slowly in and out, and for some reason it seems a little easier now. Soon he is driving into me with nice long strokes, and I rock gently back to meet him.
My ass is bobbing up and down, and as we move faster our bodies start slapping lightly together. I moan when he reaches up and grasps my breasts, holding them gently and squeezing when my motion brings me down into his palms.
As it always has with him, this feels wonderful and getting better every minute. But I feel myself shaking for reasons that have nothing to do with the moment.
WE LIVE TOGETHER! Everything that feels so great now could just go on and on and on! But I can’t dwell on that because it’s been all day and this is not going to go on for long.
He reaches out and grasps my hips and starts slamming me down on him, even as his hips lift and he thrusts harder and harder. Our breathing deepens quickly as my ass bounces off him again and again, the satisfying sound of wet slapping getting louder and coming faster.
I grasp my nipples with both hands and start to squeeze and pull, smiling at him showing him how great this feels. He grins back and blows me a kiss, and then we really get to work. I lean forward, hands on his chest, and start rocking, slamming my ass down against him, driving that steely shaft into myself.
My cunt wants to clench around him but I ignore it and go faster and harder, sweat running down my back and my breath coming in short gasps. He’s really ramming himself into me in time with my thrusts, just as on fire as I am.
I start to moan with every thrust, and my pussy is starting to quiver, contracting around him even as we fuck furiously. I have to lift one hand and pull at my nipple again, and that gets me there very quickly. “Baby, ohh BABY!” I suddenly squeal as I feel one giant contraction when I slam down on him and don’t even want to try and move.
My head goes back and I’m making all sorts of noise, joined one second later when he bucks furiously under me, growling, then snarling. His fingers dig into my thighs, as his hips lift off the bed, taking me with them, again and again.
I gently slide off of him and just fall onto his chest, feeling his arms encircle me. We just lie still for a minute or two, till I feel his lips kiss the tip of my nose, and I open my eyes to a big smile. “You’re gonna make one hell of a roommate!” he giggles.
I immediately start tickling him hard in the ribs with both hands, and won’t stop till he finally grabs my hands and pins them to the bed.
Then he pushes my arms straight out and lifts, forcing me to lean forward till my lips are mashed against his. His tongue is in my mouth as he pulls my hands and arms behind my back, his arms wrapped around me. Then he rolls over until he’s on top, still holding my arms behind my back, under me.
He bends his head down and starts torturing my nipples with his mouth, sucking on them, tongue grinding, letting his teeth graze up and down, then catching and pulling on them. I’ve never loved being helpless so much!
Finally he relents, and I wrap my arms around him, just kissing and squeezing him, and we moan and sigh into each others mouths. But it’s after 6, and he sees the clock and says we better get dressed.
I’d still rather stay here with him, but obviously, it’s important, so we wash up quickly and I slip on a slinky black dress and he puts on a jacket and tie, and we’re ready in plenty of time.
We walk slowly for five minutes or so to the restaurant, feeling relaxed now, holding hands and just beaming at each other.
When we arrive, we’re greeted by the maitre d’ and Rob tells him we have a reservation for table eight, with Ricardo, inconspicuously handing him a bill at the same time. Ricardo comes to the front and personally escorts us to our table, and I realize it’s sort of special, almost built into an alcove at the back of the room.
If it weren’t for the candle on the table we could hardly see. Ricardo quietly says to Rob, “Everything is arranged as you requested, sir.”
There’s an iced bottle of champagne already at the table, and Ricardo opens it for us, pouring a bit into Rob’s glass and letting him taste it. Getting the ok, he pours my glass, then fills Rob’s, and quickly disappears.
Rob immediately moves his chair closer to mine, and I take the cue and move towards him, too. He smiles at me and we lean together for a kiss, which leads to another, and another. I can already feel my pussy getting damp, but I am determined to keep it together.
He reaches a hand for mine and we hold hands, kissing again. And again. And again. Oh my God, I just don’t ever want to stop kissing him. Finally, He picks up his glass, and I lift mine. He smiles at me and we listen as they “ting” together, and then he says, “To the most wonderful, the most beautiful person in my life.”
Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddd! I lose it immediately. Tears stream down my face, even as he runs a hand over my hair and brushes away the tears from my cheeks. I can’t drink, and shakily set my glass down.
“You have made me so happy, from when we first met,” he says with a smile, but I can hear he’s choking up a bit too.
I put my hand on his cheek, but, “Ohhhhhh babyyyyyyy,” is all I can manage to get out. I’m so glad there aren’t any other people near us. We lean together and he lets me put my head on his shoulder as he gently pets and strokes my hair, my arms, my back.
When I finally manage to stop blubbering, I lift my head to him, desperately needing a kiss. He smiles and takes his handkerchief and wipes my face, then gives me the most beautiful kiss, only marred by the fact that eventually, it ends. God, I’m sooooooo glad I didn’t wear mascara.
Finally, Ricardo very discreetly returns with our salads, and we get to actually taste the champagne. It’s delicious, and of course, Rob gets to laugh at me when the bubbles go up my nose.
The appetizer is a small shrimp cocktail, which tastes so good I actually manage to regain some interest in the meal, and the main entree is small perfectly grilled steaks and perfectly garnished side dishes. We spend most of the time trying to hold hands, and even try our trick of feeding each other again, and by the end of the meal I’m starting to feel really wonderful.
A very small piece of delicious seven-layer cake is served for desert, and is just right for the end of our meal. When Ricardo stops by again, he says to Rob, “Sir, I’ll give you folks a while, as you requested.” Rob nods, and he goes off with the desert dishes. I’m wondering why, when Rob reaches in his jacket and pulls out an envelope and hands it to me with a smile.
I tear it open and pull out the card, which simply says “Be My Valentine” on the outside.
Oh my God! Valentine? I never even thought of Valentine’s Day, but remembering the clock, I think, “That’s tomorrow.” Reading my mind, he says, “I know, I know, it’s a day early, but we have to work tomorrow, and I think we will have to prepare a bit for the office.” Of course, he’s right, there is no way we can pretend things are the same now. And why should we?
I open the card, and, oh my God, he got me again! Tears stream down my cheeks as I read, “You are the girl of my dreams.” The hell with the chair. I leap into his lap, knocking over a water glass, and cling to him, sobbing and trying to kiss him at the same time. He’s squeezing me tightly to him, kissing me all over my face, and murmuring, “Baby, baby, baby,” over and over.
Once again, I manage to calm down, helped a lot by his strong arms holding me, and we share another long, wonderful kiss. Then he says, “Sweetheart, I have something else for you; maybe it will help in the office tomorrow. And he reaches into another pocket and pulls out a small bright red box. “He chuckles and says, “This is the real reason I was gone so long this morning.”
I say to him, more tears already starting, “I can’t open it, I don’t dare.”
“It will be a long night for Ricardo, we can’t leave until you do,” he smiles.
I know I have to suck it up, and biting my lip, I slowly open the box. Inside, on a pink satin lining is a solid gold heart shaped locket, surrounded with lacy gold filigree, with eight small diamonds imbedded in it. I wince, trying so hard to retain control. When my shaking fingers lift it out, I read on the front, “Becky and Rob”.
When he manages to calm me down, he says softly, “Turn it over.”
On the back it says, “2/14/2011 Until Forever”. Oh my God, I’m a basket case.
Lots of kisses and tender hugs later he says, “Now you have to open it.”
When I do, I see a picture of two cartoon characters kissing, and he chuckles, “I’ll let you decide what to put into it. But now, open the cover all the way.”
He speaks the engraved words softly in my ear as I read them. “I LOVE YOU!”
That’s it, I’m done. My squeal is heard throughout the restaurant, and Ricardo appears, checking to see that everything’s ok. OH MY GODDDD! He said it! And it’s engraved in gold! I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t speak. I can’t even cry. I just bury my face in his chest, clinging to him as tight as I possibly can. And his mouth is on my ear, whispering over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Eventually, I have no idea how long, I manage to lift my head and look into his face and his eyes. I have to say it, I want to more than anything. “Rob, I love you too, and I always will. I’ve been longing to hear you say those words, but you made it worth the wait. I can’t imagine it’s possible to care more than I do for you.”
“Oh sweetheart,” he whispers, “I’ve wanted to say that for so long now, but we have only really been together a couple of days, and I thought you might think it was strange if I told you. I’m just so happy you feel the same.”
And when I look at him, his eyes are full of tears, and he has such a wonderful smile.
We sit, whispering together for a long time, but when I finally recover enough to stand, Rob has Ricardo call us a cab.
And when we leave, Ricardo and the maitre d’ are smiling, two very happy men. Ricardo even comes out and holds the cab door for us, and waves as we head back to our apartment, to begin the rest of our lives together.