I walk around in Raven’s living room, one glass of champagne in my hand, one soft chocolate candy melting in my mouth. Raven is changing in the bedroom and I am not allowed to go there. She knows I will just try to get into her panties if I see a piece of naked skin on her gorgeous body.
Yeah.
It has been a while.
Since yesterday.
We met after work and spent the rest of the day in bed, reading, fucking, making love, making noise, talking. Yes. Talking. I admit I like talking with Raven. She knows so much about everything, as a librarian that she is, and talking with her never gets boring. And she makes me laugh. We laugh a lot, actually. I think I get hard when I make her laugh. It is that good for me to see her happy.
I know. I am fucked.
I have been fucked for several months now.
Blissfully so.
In the summer we have been together for one year. Not that I count. I like to live one day at a time, but I make sure I am able to spend as many of those days as possible with Raven. My hobbies and my work keep me busy, but the rest of my time I dedicate to her. We are both computer geeks and love to read, so we always have something to talk about. And when not, we are comfortable with the silence as well.
To my own surprise I like myself when I am with her. She has made me a better person. I hope some of my soul has rubbed on her, and rubbed her the right way – not the wrong way. She is such an amazing woman and she has restored my faith in the opposite sex. My heart has healed after all the horrors it has been through. I feel safer.
Fuck, it hurts to get your heart broken. It is just as bad if somebody just kicked you in the nuts. But the pain is gone now… I feel whole again, my heart beats to the rhythm of new infatuation. I was happy and content while alone, but I am happier now. My super philosophical thought bubble bursts above my head immediately when Raven walks back into the same space with me.
“Fuck me,” rolls down my tongue before I can stop it.
I wish.
“Thank you.”
She laughs and picks up her own champagne glass. I lick the chocolate from my fingers as I watch her stalking towards me, her legs in black stockings and her body in a simple black dress. The dress hugs her petite curves, leaving no room for bra and just the thought of her bare nipples under that garment make my cock stir a little.
The dress is short and her toned legs are delicious. Tiny, red cardigan warms her shoulders and I like that thought. I like her sexy and dressed like this, but let’s face it: it is still winter. I don’t want her to get cold when we leave for the restaurant.
“Fuck this, fuck that…” she begins and takes a sip from her glass before she continues, her eyes filled with joyful mischief.
“Are all the rally drivers one track minded people? Is fucking all they ever think about? Is that why they are so good at following the track?”
She rolls her beautiful eyes.
Laughs her pretty laughter.
Immediately I imagine her eyes going back in her head when I fill her pussy with my hard cock. Sometimes it happens. It blows my mind every time to see her pleasure when we have sex. She is definitely a woman who likes sex and she is not afraid to show it. She takes her pleasure seriously; even if we laugh in bed. We joke about our crazy sex life all the time.
She loves her body – but so do I. My cock jerks in my pants, stretching like an athlete before his big performance. And I do see the opportunity to get on her skin and I take it… I need a quickie. I can be just as mischievous as she is.
“That is so going to get you fucked, librarian.”
Her mouth opens and her head tilts back as she laughs.
It only reminds me of her o-face. My cock agrees.
“Bend over the sofa,” I bark at her. “Now.”
She looks at me, her eyes still filled with laughter and her lips are slightly pursed. She thinks that I am joking. My cock is growing thicker in my pants every second as I stare at her. When Raven realizes I am serious and my instant lust for her is written all over my face, she raises her eyebrows at me.
“I just got dressed!” she protests.
“Just give me access to your pussy.”
I am hard with need to mate, to take this woman from behind.
Happy fucking Valentines, baby.
“Bend over, woman. My cock is ready for your pussy.”
Her eyes darken when I speak to her. It pleases me so much my cock twitches against my skin and it feels heavy in my pants. She wants me. She always wants me. It makes me feel a bit warm and fuzzy inside to know that. Nothing makes me happier – or harder.
I keep my eye on Raven when she lets her red cardigan slip down her shoulders. She reveals her dress. She is still not obeying me, but she begins to tease me, spreading the wide neckline so that her nipples come to view. I put my hands on my belt and begin to open my pants. They have gotten suddenly very tight.
Plan B. To make her ready for me.
I fall on my knees in front of her and pull her body against my face. The moment I can smell her scent I snake my fingers underneath her small panties and rip them from her body.
“Hey! You are going to replace those ripped panties!”
“I already did,” I inform her and pull her closer so that I can press the very tip of my tongue over her clit. I have some gifts waiting for her in my bag. I have bought her books – and sexy lingerie.
Books for her, panties for me… I already gave her loads of chocolate. Isn’t that what every woman expects on Valentine’s? I don’t mind if she gains a little weight. I sometimes worry that I break her. She is so small and gentle against my bigger, harder body.
So, where was I?
Oh, yeah. I was devouring her pussy.
I spread her flesh so that the pink nub is visible in front of me. Her knees buckle when I make the contact, even when I am being as gentle as possible. I lick her like she was an open flower in front of me and my tongue was hungry, flickering butterfly, sucking and feasting with her essence. But I don’t suck, no, not this time. I circle my tongue over her, over and over again, the way that drives her absolutely crazy.
Her back leans against the book shelf and she begins to caress her breasts gently, panting and whimpering, until I suddenly begin to lick her in a different pattern. She grows harder under my touch and her moans grow louder at the same time. She begins to rub herself against me and that is my cue. I want full access to this woman. She is ready to have me.
I flip her over the sofa and when I stand up my pants slide down to my ankles, setting my cock free.
“I want to come inside you…”
She moans because I did not allow her to come over my face.
She was three seconds away from orgasm.
I know her body so well that I can tell.
“I want us to come together. Fast and hard, so let me take you.”
She falls over the sofa, her ass up in the air. I kick her legs open with my shoe. The black dress is up on her hips and I see her lacy stockings. I groan as I guide my cock to her opening and slam into her wetness as soon as I can. I don’t have to wait for long for her to begin to moan once again.
“Let me hear you, Raven!”
I press my fingers to her hips and fuck her, slapping my hips against her ass, filling the room with naughty sounds of sex. Slap, moan, slap, moan. When I move faster Ravens voice turns into one long howl. I snake my arms around her hips, reaching for her clit.
I roll my hips, reaching her tight cunt from every angle. Raven lets out a soft, long, very satisfactory cry. I do it again. So does she. Her cries are music to my ears. I could listen to her for hours, but she is probably going to come and so am I. My fingers glide gently over her wet flesh with every move I push against her ass.
I am crazy with need to fill her with my cum. She is silken with need and lust and she laughs as the pleasure peaks higher once again. I can see her biting her bottom lip as her cheek is pressed against the sofa, her wonderful ass high in the air, wiggling for me. When her body tightens and her tights begin to shake, I lose my control. I dive inside her once again, from the angle that I know is her favorite, and the tip of my cock touchdowns against her womb.
I groan as her orgasming vagina suddenly clasps around me.
Hard.
Fuck.
She makes me explode inside her and I see stars as I burst my semen into her, grateful that we do not have to use condoms anymore. No pussy has ever felt so good than this one, when I ride her bare. Her tight core ripples around me as my cum pulses into her. I am shivering, sweating, and enjoying every second.
I take my time before I withdraw from her. My cum drips from her, it falls straight to the tip of my cock and I can hardly see my piercing anymore.
“That’s hot…” I murmur. I am dizzy with bliss.
I take the napkin from my breast pocket and wipe the delicious mess we have made together. Okay, I made. I pick up the ripped panties. I am pleased to find them wet. I grin to myself, put my pants on and help Raven to straighten her dress. She turns around. We kiss and cuddle, whispering all kinds of foolish things to each other, coming slowly back to earth.
“So you’ll be my Valentine?” she practically purrs to my ear.
“What do you think?” I kiss her once again. She is definitely going to be my Valentine and we are going to have some fun tonight. The night has just begun.
Her cheeks are red, and my balls are not blue.
We take taxi to our favorite restaurant. I lead her to one of the shady booths at the back of the restaurant and help her to sit. I order drinks for us, then we read the menu and take our picks. When the waiter leaves us alone I lean back on my seat and relax, watching Raven.
Her lips purse softly around the drinking straw and my cock twitches at the sight of it. I know very well how good they feel around it when I am in the receiving end of her tongue massage. I take a sip from my beer. I swallow hard.
Raven’s female intuition kicks in and she smirks at me.
“I think we just had sex. Right before we left my place. So why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because you are beautiful.”
“Liar.”
“Well, you can call me whatever you like, but it does not change anything: you are beautiful. In my eyes you are always beautiful. And hot.”
“Okay. You had me at beautiful. Calm down, boy.”
Yeah right. My little man is never calm in this woman’s presence. But I don’t tell that to Raven. I am pretty sure she already knows.
As a librarian Raven has books around her at work, but I am also aware that she has some titles that she wants to have in her own, personal library, so that she has access to them at all times. She also loves to make notes in her books.
I’ve seen the marks she leaves on her books and they are… utterly disgusting.
She could not mark her book territory better if she peed on her books. I guess she likes to play dirty when she is not at work. After all, librarians need to behave at work, to show example to ignorant customers, who use smoked herrings as bookmarks.
True story.
Bastards.
“Happy Valentine’s, Raven.”
I hand the pile of books over the table to her. They are wrapped together with golden gift yarn, so she can see immediately which books she got. Her eyes begin to shine.
“Wow, you got all these for me?! Thank you, Jouni. I love all of them! I can’t wait to get my hands on them!”
“You’re welcome. I know.” I wink at her and she grins. She is quite aware how she ruins books with her black pen.
I reach for the bag again. The bag itself was actually a gift from Raven. We found it from the flea market last weekend and she wanted to buy it for me, because I was staring at it. Okay, touching it. It is beautiful, old bag, made with real leather. It is black and it is comfortable and soft. It was love at first sight. Just like Raven.
The moment I saw her beside her broken car on the highway, kicking its tires with frustration, something clicked inside me. Something that had been turned off for so many months, suddenly turned on and there was light.
However, at this particular moment the lights went off. We were suddenly enveloped with darkness. People around us gasp in surprise and some of them are laughing out loud. The restaurant has gone pitch dark.
“Does this mean we are not getting any food tonight here?” Raven asks.
“No idea. Let’s wait and see what happens.”
Soon we are being told that they lost a fuse, but they are out of fuses. One of the staff members is running to the nearest store to get some. We are free to leave, but we choose to wait. We are not in a hurry. Some of the food can be prepared because they have pizza oven that is hot already, and they have gas stoves. We stick with our beers and choose to stay where we are.
Candles are put hastily on the bar counter and window. This Valentine’s got suddenly very romantic indeed, we muse. We are transferred couple of hundreds of years back to time when there was no electricity. It is like an unexpected adventure and we go with the flow.
We are located in the darkest booth, separate from the others. A few people leave the restaurant after talking with the waitress briefly. I watch as they go and when I turn to face Raven again, I see how she falls down on her seat and slides under the table.
Soon I can feel her hands on my knees and she is spreading my legs wide open.
Oh, fuck…
What the hell is she up to?
I know damn well what she is up to.
I take a quick peek around us and see that we are safe. Nobody can see her. Or at least I hope so. My heart begins to beat faster and faster. Anxiousness and arousal combined.
“Raven…” I whisper between my lips, but my cock is growing hard so fast it is almost painful and I squirm in my seat.
“Stop squirming,” she whispers underneath the table and giggles. Because that’s what I always tell her… She knows I am going to make her squirm like hell because of this later. She opens my belt, unzips my pants, so I have nothing else to do than to slide down on my seat and accept the gift of her mouth.
When her soft, wet lips slide over the tip of my cock I sigh with deep relief. I run my hand through my hair and grip the table with the other one. Raven is blowing me under the table, holding my cock and balls in her hands and I am just about to die from need to come in her mouth, to get my release. I can’t see her but I can imagine her with my mind’s eye and the sight is glorious.
I grow harder and thicker as she pumps me with her hands and mouth. I wonder if I have to bite my fist in order to keep quiet. My breathing quickens. And then I hear the waitress coming closer.
Oh, great…
Now what?
I try to look calm, relaxed. Normal. Not too panicky. My knuckles are white when I hold the table and I put my napkin on the table to hide my crotch, but the darkness is such a blessing right now. I clear my throat as I prepare myself to speak with the woman.
“Would you like something to drink while you wait for the food? It is on the house. We are so sorry for the inconvenience.”
“Eh… I mean…” I can hardly speak in my normal voice. “Yes, thank you. Same what we were having. Two beers, thank you.” I hope she goes away.
Because Raven is not slowing down…
She keeps on sucking my dick in the most perfect rhythm. She is working like a pro, making no sound at all. Me, on the other hand, I am just about to scream if the waitress does not leave soon. Thankfully, she turns around with a smile on her face and gets back to the bar to get our drinks. I am allowed to relax against my seat again.
Raven is making me come… and it feels so fucking good. The pleasure takes over my panic and I forget where we are when I close my eyes for a brief moment. My cock is hard and her mouth is warm, soft and ever so loving with her quick, sassy tongue. She knows my cock well and she loves to play with it. She circles her tongue around my piercing, and then she keeps on sucking me, leading me deeper towards her throat.
I put my hand under the table and reach for her head, trying to tell her that I am about to come, but I bet she already knows from the way my cock twitches in her mouth. When her tongue slides over the tip once again, I come. I come with a raw, carnal groan in my throat and my legs tense under the table. My fingers twist around her soft hair and I tremble like a leaf. I am having difficulties to breath as the pleasure ravishes my whole being.
That was unexpected.
I am not surprised after I have seen the company Raven keeps at work. People think librarians are nothing but nerdy wall flowers, but that could not be farther from the truth. They take their parties seriously. When they drink, they drink bottoms up. They drink you under the table like the woman in Indiana Jones movie. Or blow you under the table, like in my case. They leave trails of legless people behind them as they go. That is how civilized people librarians are. You just gotta love them for keeping up the appearances.
I feel how Raven swallows everything she gets from me and licks me, until I am dry and clean. She helps me to zip my pants before she takes a quick peek. She pretends that she dropped something to the floor. Soon she is back on her seat, smiling at me, wiping her lips with her napkin like she had just eaten something.
“Fuck, Raven! What was that all about?”
I try to be angry at her, but it is impossible to be angry about the mind-blowing orgasm she just gave me.
“You’re welcome,” she replies and accepts gracefully the beer that the waitress puts in front of her. We thank for our drinks and I drink half of my cold beverage to cool my body temperature down.
“That was your Valentine’s Day gift,” Raven explains, smiling sweetly, trying to look innocent. That woman is not innocent. I know what she is capable of. At least now I know.
“Well, thank you, you crazy librarian.”
I am hungry like a wolf now, but it takes another half an hour before we get our food. The lights come back as well and we eat with great appetite, enjoying the good food and the company of each other. Raven wants to finish with chocolate cake and coffee. While eating her dessert she winks at me when she pops the spoon out of her mouth:
Chocolate is sweet, and so are you.
I’ll show you sweet when we get back home, I think to myself.
I am going to fuck you, until you forget which planet you are on.
We decide to walk back to Raven’s place. She has her sensible heels on and she insists. I keep her close to my body as we walk side by side through the snowy cityscape. It’s beautiful winter evening and there are couples everywhere celebrating the February 14th. I think it is silly how the Finns like to pretend that we have Valentine’s or Halloween, just like they do in America, but there is no escape from the fact anymore. These obsessive, compulsive celebrations are here to stay.
We take any excuse to get drunk, I guess.
Or to fuck…
I roll my eyes, just like Raven earlier this evening.
It takes us twenty minutes to get back home, but we are happy for the chance to get some fresh air. When I take Raven’s winter coat she is shivering from cold.
“Get to bed and warm yourself up. I’ll make you some hot chocolate,” I order her and do not take no for an answer. She tiptoes to her bed and I head to her kitchen and make hot chocolate for both of us by melting chocolate to milk. I add chili and vanilla and take the hot beverage to her. While she enjoys herself under the covers I show her the lingerie I have bought her. I have one dozen of new panties to rip from her body and I just can’t wait.
“Do you like them?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Yes, Jouni. I like them. And I like how you rip them off my body me when you get really horny…” she confesses. Blushing.
Damn.
I climb to bed with her and we both wiggle our cold toes until they get warmer. We get sleepy and comfortable, way too sleepy. Raven yawns, moves closer to me and tells me that I need to make love to her before she falls asleep.
“And they say that romance has died…”
“We never had any romance. We only had coffee and beer,” Raven laughs.
“Are you sure you want to make love?”
“Fuck me,” Jouni. “I love to fall asleep when I am drowsy with orgasm.
I don’t think I need any more persuasion.
“Open your legs for me.”
She obeys like a good girl that she is not, and I slide between her legs.
“You need to be punished for what you did to me in the restaurant,” I remind her.
“I was counting on that.”
“Really? Because I am going to fuck you nice and slow, until you scream my name…” I whisper to her ear and slide my cock inside of her, slowly, all the fucking way. I can feel her core getting comfortable around me, swelling, moving, and stretching. No woman has ever felt so perfect to me. I can’t explain it, but that is just the way it is. She relaxes to my touch, her body melts against me.
“You will beg me to give you your release, Raven.” I rock against her slowly, very slowly. I force my hips to slow the dance of love, so that it keeps her on her toes for a very long time. I hope she is screaming for me to fuck her before we are finished. I love to tease her. I never said it is easy for me, but I just love it.
Our faces are only centimeters from each other and I see every damn ripple of pleasure that disturbs usually so calm and dark waters in her eyes. When her eyes begin to close I bark her to keep them open for me. She moans her response.
“Eyes. Open them, Raven.”
I need to see her.
I love to watch her when we are like this, having slow or sleepy sex.
Besides, men always want to see… every little dirty detail.
I am a man and I need to feast my eyes with this woman when I make her come. I slide in, I move in delicate, slow rhythm, letting the sweet friction work for both of us. I use the whole length of me, so that the piercing on the tip of my cock gets contact with her most sensitive spots as much as possible.
But I never let her come. When she is getting closer, I change the pattern and move my hips slightly to another angle. I keep on tormenting her for many, extremely long minutes. She begins to beg.
“Fuck. Jouni, give it to me.” Then: “Please, give it to me already.”
I roll my hips, dive in. In slow motion… My cock is working hard to keep all the love inside. I am more than ready. I roll my hips upwards, in a long thrust. It makes me shudder with pleasure when I hear Raven yelp. She is so very close and I love it.
“You want it, Raven? Tell me.”
“Please, Jouni…” She sounds desperate, fragile, and so goddamn sexy. Her body is hot now, she does not shiver from cold anymore, it is all pleasure and I am the source of her pleasure. I think my cock swells with pride and pleasure as well. I change the pace. I pound into her softly, with steady determination.
Raven is losing it. So am I.
“Please…” she begs.
Our mouths begin to pant against each other. She moans softly and she moves her hips in the same pace with me, meeting me in the half way and the penetrations deepen slightly. She is my mold, flesh and blood, her body molds me, makes me the man I want to be. And frankly, right now, no matter what crap Valentine’s tries to sell you every year, I want nothing more than just to be Raven’s man and make her come, to make her feel as good as possible.
Just the thought of her orgasming around me, pulsing around my cock the way it always does, makes me move faster. I stop and spread my thighs, so that I can keep Raven in my grip and I gently force her to relax against my hips. Her slick core is mine to take, she gives her body and soul to me and I hold her face between my palms as I keep on rocking inside her, against her – for her.
“I need you to come for me.”
“Yes!” She yells. “Fuck, yes!”
My hips start to take us where we both need to be. I keep the steady rhythm as I make love to her, over and fucking over again. I feel my muscles as they flex in my ass and they warm my body and I begin to sweat. I can see that also Raven has thin, moist layer of sweat on her soft skin. One of the signs that she is going to come, and soon.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes. Give it to me!” She shouts suddenly, her eyes wide open as they look at me above her. Her lips curve into a small smile, then she bites her lip. Her eyes close and her legs begin to tremble in the air.
“Jouni, you are making me come… Oh! Fuck! God! YES! Oh, yes…”
From her eyes I see the exact moment when she gives in, lets go. Her pussy convulses at the same time, she sinks her nails into my hips and pulls me deeper when I slide my cock back inside her. She comes, wails with her eyes closed as her o-face takes over her beautiful face.
I ride her down, feeling every move of her muscles around my cock as they move with her pleasure. I am going to come any second, but I take it all in, savor the grip of her pussy until it shakes the orgasm out of me. My cock hardens, even more and then it suddenly empties itself inside her in one, big explosion. My cock twitches, as the blissful release washes through my spine, my balls, my cock.
I can’t help it. I groan.
And all this time I stare at her face, dive into her soul through her eyes. Never letting go, never letting go… Her palms hold my cheeks as she watches me come inside her. She smiles, but her eyes are taking all of me in, when I go stiff against her body and the world stops spinning for a split of a second.
When I finally fall down beside her on the bed she turns to me and holds me, still breathing heavier than usually. I pull the blanket from the floor where it has fallen and cover our sweaty bodies. I am all spent and satiated.
Happy.
I am very happy we do this much more often than just on the 14th of February, like rest of the world.
“You are a very bad boy, lover boy. But I like you,” Raven informs me from under the covers. She has curled by my side and she looks like she is going to fall asleep.
“Happy Valentine’s, librarian.”
“Whatever,” she answers.
She doesn’t quite get Valentine’s either.
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