Three years. For three years I’ve been living with this man. I know every single thing that makes him tick. I know just what to say, what to do, and I take a lot of pride in it.
But what I hate is when he tries to act like I can’t read him. Like I don’t know when he’s hiding something from me. For the past two weeks, he’s been so distant. It’s been bugging the fuck out of me because I just keep wracking my brain; what did I do?
I’m hoping that because it’s valentine’s day tomorrow he’ll show some more love towards me. It’s so weird to not even see him look at me. There’s no other way to describe it except that it hurts tremendously.
I shift my head up and I look at the clock. 11:43 pm. My hand slides over to his side of the bed and my hand grabs nothing. Pure air. I turn over and I stare at the ceiling. Small tears falling from the corners of my eyes as I felt the pillow underneath me get wet. Second, by second I can feel my throat getting tighter and tighter and I raise my hands to my eyes. I ground the palms of my hands into my eyes as if that’s going to stop the flood of tears about to fall out of my eyes right now.
I pull the covers over my head and I pull myself into a ball, cuddling my pillow. I don’t know how long I cried for or when I even fell asleep but at some point, I felt the bed dip. The covers shifted above me and arms slipped underneath my waist.
Even though I was half asleep I still knew it was him and I couldn’t help but snuggle into his arms even more. I felt his fingers trail over my face and then his breath near my ear. “I’m sorry baby.” I’m too tired to even analyze his words and I just mutter out something. Whatever it was, I knocked out right after.
I feel like sometimes all you need is a really good fucking cry to sleep like a baby and when I tell you… I slept like a baby. I woke up that next morning still feeling a bit sad but happy that it was a new day.
I turned over and I was hoping to see him lying there but of course, he wasn’t. Before I turn away my eyes catch a piece of paper on his pillow and I quickly grab it. I flip it open and it says I’ll be right back. I went to get some more groceries. Don’t fucking get out of bed. I love you. xo
A smile forms on my face after reading that letter and I can’t help but get fucking happy. Of course, I didn’t listen. I run to the bathroom and I brush my teeth and pee. After I finished I climbed back in bed and as soon as my feet touched the bed I heard the key. My eyes widened and I scrambled to get back in bed. I heard his footsteps getting louder and his head popped in the room.
A piece of hair dropped in front of his face as he beamed a smile at me “Good morning baby.” I look down as I watch him drop a million bags on the floor and he speeds towards me. He smacks my leg and says “Move over.” I move over and he puts one of his hands on my hip and whispers to me. “Happy Valentines Day.” He leans in for a kiss and I sigh when his lips touch mine.
In the corner of my eye, I see his other hand coming around from behind his back and a single white rose comes into view. My eyes widen slightly and my lips part as I look up at him. “Is this for me?” I whisper. He nods his head and he whispers “I love you.” He pushes the rose towards me and I grab it. “It’s beautiful… Thank you.” I smile as I watch a small blush arise on his face. He drops his head and rubs the back of his neck. “Alright let me go cook breakfast.”
My eyes widened and before I could even say anything he zooms out the room taking the bags with him. I guess God or someone heard my prayer. I smile to myself and I stare at the rose. I twirl it around in my hand as my brain goes a mile a minute.
As quick as his attitude changed, so did mine. All of a sudden I got so fucking horny. I stopped twirling the rose in my hand as a very vivid image of him lying between my legs eating me out popped into my head. I don’t know if I can even classify it as pain but whatever the fucking word is the thought made my pussy throb so hard. I felt that throb so hard in between my legs as more and more images of him fucking me entered my mind.
I look over at the clock and it’s only 8:32 how am I this horny right now? I carefully place the rose and his pillow and I stare at the door. I stare and stare and when I’m sure he’s not coming I slip my hand under the covers. I don’t know why this feels so taboo to me right now like I shouldn’t be doing this. Or at least I shouldn’t be doing this without his permission.
I bend my knees and I slide my panties down. I slipped them off and I spread my legs open. My fingers spread my lips apart as I slid one finger from the bottom of my slit to the tip and I’m so wet. “Fuck…”
I look over to the door and it’s still clear. I drag one finger down to my entrance and I just push in the tip of my middle finger. My mouth drops open and my eyes shut at the feeling. I never thought just using a smaller part of my finger would feel so good.
I get up and I sit on my knees. I lean over and I arch my back as I bend down. I push my face into the mattress as I keep my eyes locked on the door. I grabbed my vibrator before I bent over and I brought it up to my mouth. I look down at it and I slowly slide it into my mouth. I pretend like it’s his cock and I bob my head up and down on it, getting it fucking wet.
The second it touched my tongue I let out a small moan. The taste. I’ve never tasted me before and I don’t know why I decide to start today. But I’m glad I did. I bobbed my head up and down on that vibrator getting it so fucking wet.
Before I pull it out of my mouth I slide my head down as far as it’ll go and I choke around it. My eyes close when I feel it hit the back of my throat and I pull it out. I breathe in and out of my nose harshly trying to stay as quiet as possible. I bring my hand in between my legs and I put it directly on my clit. When I turn it on my body jerks forward as the vibrations go through my body. My eyes close and I fight with them to stay open. I glance at the clock again and it’s 8:50 now. Fuck, I feel like he’s gonna be done soon. I press the button on the vibrator and the speed increases. My eyebrows furrow as I let out a whine. I buck my hips against the vibrator and I imagine he’s in the room with me, behind me fucking me into the mattress. I slide the vibrator down to my entrance and I push it in.
My hips almost fall to the bed as I start fucking myself with it. I press the button again and I turn the toy up to the maximum speed and I fuck myself nice and fast with it. I bite down on the covers to muffle my moans and that’s when I feel it.
I fucked the toy so deep into myself I’m pretty sure it hit my g-spot and my body fell against the bed. My eyes shut closed as I kept fucking myself slow and hard makings re to specifically hit that spot. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” my eyes shut as I feel my stomach get heavier and heavier, and then all of the sudden I hear footsteps. My eyes widen as I scramble to get under the covers and I try to shut the vibrator off but I can’t do it. Oh fuck. I hear his footsteps down the hall as I try to search for my panties.
I can’t find them. oh my god, I can’t find them. I try to search under the covers and I can’t feel them anywhere. I sit up in bed and I can’t even begin to explain the thoughts running through my brain right now. The main one is I hope he doesn’t fucking hear this vibrator still going. For the life of me, I can’t understand why it won’t turn off.
It felt like he was walking down that hallway forever and then again he pops his head in.
He beams a smile at me and he steps into the room. He steps towards me and when he places the tray on my lap I bite down on my lip so hard, I swear I broke the skin.
The tray is so goddamn heavy, it’s pressing down on my stomach. I’m trying so hard to keep myself calm but I have no idea how I’m gonna accomplish this. My eyes stay locked on him as I watch him walk around the bed to his side. He grabs the rose and the note and places them on his nightstand. He crawls into bed with me and he whispers to me “Are you gonna taste it?” I look up at him and I just say “Oh… yeah, yeah. Let me try it now-” I lift my hand and I see it shaking a little. Alright, calm the fuck down. You got this, yeah. Yeah just take a few bites and then go to the bathroom and finish. Shouldn’t be that hard right?
I take in a deep breath and I raise my hands and move them to the plate. I feel him shift closer to me and he whispers “‘i made you a grilled cheese with a little added kick. I mean I know it’s your favorite thing to eat in the morning.” I look over at him and he smiles softly at me. “I wanted to try something new and different but I didn’t want to mess up your morning. I hope you like it, I tried hard.”
I grin at him and I don’t even know what to say. I grab the sandwich and I take a bite. The second it hits my tongue I swear it would have made me cum. Honest to God. “S-special kick?” I looked over at him as I took what seemed to be like my fifth bite. I don’t believe I’m almost done with it already.
Don’t ask me how I’m eating and masturbating at the same time. It’s an acquired skill. I shift in my seat to kiss him and as soon my lips touch his, I feel the vibrator move deeper. It takes everything in me not to raise my hand and grip his shirt for dear life and beg him to make me cum. I kiss him and I try my hardest not to get needy but fuck… it’s hard. So fucking hard.
I shift my body closer to him and his hands wrap around my waist. He pulls away and says “Woah, you okay there?” he chuckles as he says it to me. My eyes widen and I laugh nervously. “Yeah, yeah of course I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?” I see him eye me weirdly and he stares for a couple of seconds before pushing the covers off of him.
I swear I could’ve just died right there as my black panties suddenly appeared. Now my eyes fucking bugged out as he stared at them. He inhaled deeply before simply just covering himself back up in bed. I looked up at him with my mouth open. His eyes shut briefly before his lips part. “I-” I push the covers off me and I place the tray on the table next to me. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I’m surprised I could even stand up and then I take my first step and then the second. And each step after that the toy just rubs against that spot.
I know I’m probably walking like an old woman right now but my stomach, my hips, my cunt has such a heavy feeling. It hurts to walk but it feels so good at the same time too. “Stop.” I immediately stopped in my tracks. “You… what the fuck are you doing? Hmm?” I slowly turn around and my nervous eyes meet his.
His hand grips the covers as he yanks it off the bed. He looks down to where I was sitting and he points. “This… “ he runs his finger over it and he says “this wet spot… now baby, if you were that horny all you had to do was call my name.” He dips his fingers into his mouth and he moans around them. “That fucking horny you left a puddle on our sheets? Mmm…”
He opens his eyes and pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop. “is it on right now?” I nod my head and I watch his hand reach for my phone. “Oh fuck-” he looks up at me and grins. “Wow. you’ve had this going for thirty minutes? Jesus-” I feel something on my leg and when I look down, my juices are dripping down my leg. I spread them apart a little bit as I bend down and swipe my finger along the line it left.
He watches every single move I make and I slowly raise my hand to my mouth. I parted my lips and I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked. My eyes closed and I moaned at the taste. I can’t lie, I do like tasting myself. It’s fucking hot.
“Fuck that was so sexy.” He grabs my phone and with no hesitation puts it on the maximum setting. My knees buckle and I grab onto the dresser for dear life. “Holy shit, holy fucking-” My eyes close as moans fall from my mouth. “Oh, fuck… oh fuck I’m coming. I-” my eyes widen as a rush of heat goes through my body and my body keels over. My eyes stay locked on his as he watches me cum all over the floor. I break eye contact and I look down there’s cum just fucking squirting out of me. “Oh, oh, oh-” my eyes roll to the back of my head as I fall to the fall floor. My body writhing and convulsing as he refuses to turn it off. I’m screaming at him to turn it off and he won’t. I’m screaming at him to turn it off and he just gets up and walks over to me. He angrily pulls the vibrator out making me jolt and scream out. “Pull that shit again. I dare you-” he bends down and slaps my pussy making me scream again. My back arches as he crawls over me and whispers “I swear to god…” his hand snakes up to my neck and he flexes his fingers around my throat and he kisses me.
Still laying on the floor, laying in my cum, he’s kissing me on Valentine’s Day. How fucking romantic.
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