And just when I thought it couldn't possibly get better, he slips his tongue into my pussy, and one of his hands slides up my body to cup my breast.
Oh my Lord.
His thumb circles my nipple in time with his tongue, and a bolt of heat sears through me. Alex just hums with approval. Another lazy lick, his tongue parting the folds, and then some open-mouthed kisses.
He's fucking me with his mouth, and I absolutely love it. I’ve never been wetter.
"Please, Alex. You're killing me he?—"
The words are barely out when he goes back to lightly sucking on my clit, and a finger slides inside me easily. His mouth on my sensitive button, the finger in my pussy, and his free hand on my breast. My vision begins to blur at the edges, a sense of desperation building.
My head presses back into the pillow, neck arching, toes curling so hard they cramp. I'm close—that tightening low in my belly, that pressure that makes it hard to breathe.
Alex adds a second finger, and I gasp at the stretch. Then he curls them, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Alex, I-I'm going to?—"
He doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. His tongue circles my clit with perfect pressure while his fingers pump and curl inside me, and I hurtle toward the edge with no hope of stopping.
When the orgasm hits, it's not like waves. It's like being struck by lightning. My entire body goes rigid, back bowing off the bed, thighs tightening around his head, letting out halting whimpers of his name.
My inner muscles clench rhythmically around his fingers as he works me through it, his tongue gentler now but still moving, prolonging the pleasure.
"Alex…"
He withdraws his fingers slowly, presses a final kiss to my inner thigh, and begins to crawl back up my body.
His path is marked with kisses—my hip bone, my stomach, between my breasts, my collarbone, the hollow of my throat. By the time his mouth finds mine again, I've regained enough brain function to kiss him back.
I taste myself on his lips—tangy and musky and strange but not unpleasant. His face is wet, his stubble softened by my own juices, and that should be weird, but it's just hot, proof of how enthusiastic he was about what he just did to me.
My hands come up to frame his face, his stubble rough and slippery against my palms. When I break the kiss to look at him, I'm stunned by what I see. He looks almost as wrecked as I feel.
"Okay, so that was … I mean, I literally can't feel my legs," I say, still breathless.
The corner of his mouth lifts. "Good."
I laugh, the sound slightly delirious. "Good? I think I just saw God. Or maybe died. Is it possible to die from?—"
He cuts me off with a soft kiss, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth and sucking on it. "Best Valentine's Day ever?"
"Best Valentine's Day ever."
"So far."
"So far?” My eyebrow shoots up, involuntarily.
His thumb traces my bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. "This is the first of many. You're not spending another Valentine's with anyone else. Just me."
My stomach flips with delight. "That's pretty presumptuous for a first date, Alex."
"Do you want me to take it back?"
"No!"
He smiles and sits up, moving away from me, and I'm confused. He's still hard—the evidence obvious through his pants—and I expect him to want more.
"Wait, you're leaving? Where are you going?"
