by Amaya Marie
For the most romantic day of the year, Valentine's Day, my boyfriend and I had planned a special day together, we had only been together for a year. We had only been together for a year, this was our first Valentine's Day since we started our relationship, and I was excited, as was my boyfriend. He was a very tender man, despite his imposing physique, as he was a tall, strong man. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was very sensitive, and that he liked romantic things. I not so much, but he brought out that side of me in one way or another. When he set out to be someone more sexual, he succeeded with great excitement. Overall, I liked him and the way he was from all angles. Joseph was without a doubt an excellent boyfriend and a wonderful person. On Valentine's Day, he showed up at my house with some flowers and candy. I liked the candy, however, I felt the flowers were a waste of money. I didn't say anything, and I made him come in, threw myself into his arms and we kissed passionately. I still wasn't ready to leave for our special night, so I brought my hand to his penis. That kiss had turned me on, however, Joseph stopped me.
"Come on, sweetheart. We're going to be late." He said taking my hand off his cock.
My face reflected annoyance as he insisted that he did want me, but we had to go. I finished dressing and we headed into town. My dress was a little short, but not so short that anything showed. We were in my boyfriend's car, listening to music and talking happily about what we were going to do. The idea was to have dinner and then go to a fancy hotel for the night, perhaps with some romantic element that he enjoyed and I tried to make him see that I did too. Mistake number one was not getting all those activities done early. We got complacent, and when we arrived in the city we were met with a sea of people in love looking for where to dine and where to stay. The city was in chaos, everywhere we went there were couples lining up to get into a restaurant or a hotel, no matter how humble it was. Joseph was starting to panic; he was looking at me with a terrified expression. I tried to tell him that it was late. There was nowhere to eat, nowhere to stay. I didn't care, but he did.
Lucky we were driving, because what was supposed to be a special night turned into chaos from the start. I didn't know what Joseph was thinking. People that particular day were going crazy. I thought only he was a hopeless romantic. As the night wore on and we found nothing, he began to apologize. His expression indicated that he was about to burst into tears, but he never did. He was sorry, yet I wasn't interested in dining in a big restaurant or spending the night in a hotel. I had only agreed for him, and I had ended up getting excited, but it wasn't worth going through that anymore.
"I never imagined that in this town people would be interested in this day." He said apologetically. I looked at him in surprise.
"What do you mean no, Joey?" I said with a laugh. "Look, don't worry about it. Let's just go back to my place. It's all good."
Joey felt better when I told him that, and on the way back to my place, I talked him into buying some burgers, a few beers, and some snacks. We got to my house and locked ourselves in my room with all that. I put on some music, and while we ate we listened to loud music. The current plan turned out better than the first one. I loved my boyfriend very much and the last thing I wanted was to see him sad. I threw myself on top of him, my bed at that moment was the restaurant and also the hotel. We kissed wildly, something more appropriate would be to say that we mingled with each other in an embrace that ended with us collapsing on the bed, rolling around on it. His hands on the most sensitive places on my body, I stopped thinking, stopped worrying about unimportant things, all I cared about were Joey's hands on my skin, his hands moving down to reach my crotch, his kisses driving me crazy. For me that was the perfect Valentine's Day. The two of us alone in my room, letting ourselves be swept away by the joy, by the love we felt for each other.
Joseph stayed on top of me, and moved his kisses to my neck, then to my collarbone, my hands digging into his back. Our clothes were in the way, maybe he noticed and we tore off each other so much fabric to feel the way it was meant to be, the way we wanted it to be. I moaned next to his ear, as he reached down to my abdomen, and then lower to give special attention to my swollen clit, which was begging to be caressed by his prodigious tongue. Joey pounced on my pussy like a wild beast. I crumpled the sheets of my bed as I squeezed them, as I felt his tongue move all over that sensitive area. The joy was endless, and I spread my legs wider without even realizing it, giving him the opportunity to thrust deeper between my thighs. I cried out as I felt an explosion happening, one that translated into delight.
Wiping his mouth, he kissed me, resting his weight on me again. He penetrated me slowly, I clung to his back, he told me he loved me in my ear, it was all I needed. I gave myself completely, he moved inside me, and our rhythmic movements picked up speed until his thrusts overwhelmed me. I arched my back, and Joseph kissed me on my neck while his movements were no longer subtle, although they maintained that romanticism that had characterized them minutes before. Without stopping, he lashed out, but without forgetting to kiss me, to suck on my nipples, and altogether I was losing my mind.
The music was still playing, we were no longer listening to it. Our senses were focused on what we were doing, what we were feeling. The pleasure he gave me was only comparable to the love that flowed from him, from me, and without words we transmitted it. There was no need for such words, they would be enough. His heart beat over mine and seemed to be one. I didn't know how to explain what was happening, it was the first time we were melting into each other like this, and our reactions couldn't have been more intense. I thought the whole day had been against us, but it was the opposite. It couldn't have gone any better. He rolled over, that time I was on top of him. Joey sat on the bed, and I moved slowly but progressively over him as we kissed. They were kisses that said it all. At that point, I came again and this caused him to do it too. We had almost done it at the same time, which I thought was a great thing. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be with Joseph.
Nothing we were going to do that night happened. The burgers gobbled in bed might have seemed bad, but it was for us the best thing, and the rest of the night the most romantic thing that had happened to us up to that point...
