A Valentines Story

VALENTINES SURPRISE

By the glow of a roaring, open fire two naked lovers lie entwined, on a thick sheepskin rug an empty bottle of St-Emilion Grand Cru, discarded by their feet.
Earlier, he sat astride his blonde voluptuous wife and massaged her downy back and shoulders with fragrant oil, until his long fingers ached, and her skin was covered in an aromatic fine sheen. As he gazes down at her nude form, in the shadows thrown by the soft candlelight, her delicate features seem even more seductive and alluring to him.
‘Have you a gift for me on this special night?’ she says her fingers stroking that sensitive spot underneath his heavy balls.
‘Yes, but be patient’ he replies
Anticipating some exquisite sensual gift she enquires as to its shape and form.
‘Is it Lingerie? No it cant be, I have enough in my armoire to tease and tantalise you with for years‘.
‘Is it a new vibrator? she quizzes him.

Her last gift a sleek oversized pink vibrator was deemed a huge success as soon as it was unwrapped , and nestled between her moist aching cleft, where it remained until it consumed her with its wicked sensations.
‘No its neither. Shall I put you out of your misery?’ he replies
He reaches behind the sofa and retrieve a slim brown box decorated with embroidered lace and finery.
‘How nicely packaged. What is it ?Your memoirs?’
‘No’ I laugh out loud’ Open it and see’.

She carefully unties the pink ribbons and lifts the lid. She gazes cautiously but intently into the box.
Inside is a solitary, embossed italic manuscript, entitled Valentines
‘Go on take it out, ’he instructs impatiently.
She removes the single side of literature, lies on her side; head propped on a satin pillow and begins to read. As she reads he manoeuvres himself so he can watch her, his head lying across the silky, warmth of her thigh .
She reads slowly digesting every word.
‘Is this YOUR special fantasy?’ she asks
‘Yes it is’ he replies tracing a finger round her fullness, her pink inner lips just visible in the half light.
‘Is it inspired?’ he asks.
‘Yes, its licentiousness personified, can’t you tell? But is this all your own work?’
He spies a single droplet of dew as it leaks from her moist folds of skin and he cant help but lift a finger to catch its downward trail. He senses her own arousal intensifying and he watches her sex begin to swell and open like a bud.
‘Hmmm’ she purrs like a contended cat
‘Read on’ he urges her.

She shifts her position slightly so she is more available to him. He skirts the circumference of her punctured rose with a moist finger and she shudders and gasps as the pressure on her forbidden place increases.

Still engrossed in his musings she reaches down with her free hand and grasps the thickness of his cock, her small hand joining his, as he begins to stroke the entire length of his shaft. At first she folds her hand over his, but soon she frees her fingers and deftly rubs and caresses the ridge of his swollen, velvety glans.
‘I want to taste all your fantasies’ she sighs.

Gradually, she stops her strumming and reaches for the fragrant massage oil ,rich with extracts of musk and Jasmine It flows from the conical bottle, held in her trembling hand, a single drop at a time, until the entire length of his cock is anointed with the cool lubricant . Then her industrious fingers resume their sensual work, gliding up and over his cock head until she has him twitching and bucking with pleasure. Her eyes flit, from his glistening shaft, to the printed manuscript which she continues to read, held in her other hand.

Feeling his own arousal mount, he slowly moves his body level with hers and with his hips he edges his engorged cock closer to her inflamed wetness.
He removes her hands from his shaft and places them delicately between her own legs so she can feel her own heat and rakish desire . Then gradually he eases his glistening shaft into position, until his glans nudges the entrance, to her secret place.
‘ Yes, this is the ending I want’, she moans as little by little his entire length slides into her.
He withdraws and thrusts gently with his cock, while in perfect tandem, she strokes her self, her fingers teasing and then, fervently strumming her bud of desire as she advances towards her mouth watering orgasm.
He is struggling to control his own desire, and sensing he is about to come, he pauses, gripping the base of his own shaft. Its seconds too late, as she starts to be consumed by her own luscious orgasm and her body locks rigid, her whole being shuddering uncontrollably. Her inner muscles are squeezing and clamping around his shaft , unrelentingly, drawing him in deeper and deeper, until he can no longer control myself and with a sonorous groan, his seed erupts in hot streams deep inside her.
As they lay in the throes of post -coital orgasm his length still rigid inside her, she grasps the manuscript and hurls it into the heart of the fire where it cackles and smoulders before bursting into flames

‘ Now yYou will have to write me some more’, she whispers
Happy Valentines Day