She looks up at me then, really looks, and kisses me like it’s an answer she’s been holding onto all day.
“I love you too.”
There’s a pause after that. Not awkward. Intentional. Then she shifts.
“Okay,” she says, a spark lighting her eyes. “My turn to give you a present.”
She swings her leg over me before I can respond, settling her weight in my lap. Then she kisses me, slow and delirious. I thread my fingers through her hair, my cock twitching in anticipation.
She always has a way of making me dizzy with need.
I watch as she kisses her way down to my cock, then lowers her mouth to my tip.
My breath ceases. “Fuck,” I grit through my teeth.
Pre-cum pools on the crown of my cock, and she swipes her tongue over it, making a deep erotic sound in her throat. She does it again, and I close my eyes, muttering a soft curse under my breath.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I moan, burying my fingers in her hair.
Her lips stretch around me as she takes in more of me. She licks a long path from the tip of my cock down to the root and then down a bit further. My hand tightens in her hair, a deep grunt escaping me as she sucks one of my balls into her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I moan shamelessly. “I like that.”
She takes the other ball into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before licking a line back up the side. By the time she reaches the slit on the head of my cock, another pool of pre-cum has gathered and started dripping down the sides of my shaft. She laps each drop eagerly, causing an impossible rush of pleasure to course through me.
Another long, deep groan falls from my lips as she slowly sucks me down. She starts to bob her head, pulling in her cheeks as she moves her lips up my cock like she wants to savor every taste.
Then she starts to move faster, and I can’t resist the urge to grind my hips. The more her mouth moves up and down, the harder I fuck her mouth. My balls start to pull tight, pressure mounting in my lower belly.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grit tightly.
She increases the speed of her movements, sucking me down her throat further and further each time, hollowing her cheeks out as she moves back up to the tip.
Fuck. When did she become such a pro?
I shove my cock all of the way down her throat and come with a low rumble. Load after load of cum shoots into her mouth, and she swallows as fast as she can, but drops of it slide out of the edges of her mouth.
She’s never looked more endearing.
I pull her back into my arms and kiss her slowly. I stroke my tongue over hers, savoring the lingering taste of me on her lips.
“Best Valentine’s present ever,” I murmur, dragging my lips down her jaw.
She laughs softly, that familiar sound that always loosens something in my chest.
“That wasn’t your present,” she says. “I just…got distracted.”
Before I can ask what she means, she slips out of bed. I watch her cross the room, bare feet against the floor, moving with that easy confidence she’s grown into over the years. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small box, turning it over once in her hands before bringing it back to me.
“For you,” she says.
I take it, confused, my pulse already starting to thud harder for reasons I don’t yet understand. It’s light. Too light. I open it anyway.
For a second, my brain refuses to process what I’m seeing.
Then it clicks.
The room seems to tilt.
