The Secret Virgin Page 17

  A few minutes after that, Nick texts me the graphic of a winner’s ribbon…then the one of a bundle of dollar bills flying away. I send him the laughing-face emoji back.

  I send Rob a text to say I’m leaving for his place shortly, then with Princess in her carrier, I say goodbye to my parents until I return on Sunday.

  As I get into the car, all I’m thinking about Rob’s mouth on mine, and his hands on my body. Just as I’m putting the key into the ignition, he texts me again…a single pictogram…of a lipstick! Holy crap, I almost forgot! I run back into the house and grab my little vibrator, and then head on over to Rob’s.

  By the time I get to his place, my pussy’s damp, making me squirm in my seat on the way. But I’m smiling too, because no doubt, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

  Rob opens the door as I walk up the porch steps, smiling his sexy smile in welcome. Tiny stands to the side, ears back, eyes shining and massive body wagging in greeting.

  “Hello, beautiful,” Rob says, putting an arm around my waist and pulling me forcefully against him. He plants a bunch of light smooches on my face, my chin, and then my lips, which turn into a longer, much more serious kiss.

  I’m still holding Princess’ carrier in one hand and my bag in the other. Rob takes both from me and lets Princess out. She does her usual happy dance, running under and around Tiny’s legs and dancing at Rob’s feet, until he picks her up to love her a bit.

  Princess does her tour of the house, sniffing, while Tiny flops down on his bed with a sigh. Rob pours us both a glass of white wine and we sit on the couch in front of the fire to unwind.

  “We never did decide what we’re eating tonight. Are we cooking?” I ask.

  “Not tonight,” he says. “I just wanna relax. I have sandwich makings and fruit and munchies and all kinds of ready-to-eat stuff in the house. No one’s turning the stove on tonight.”

  “Sounds good, sweetie.”

  He puts some ambient music on and we each take a sip of wine.

  “So, I talked to Valeriss just before you got here. She’s been with Greenie since she got home, pretty much. He went with her to the bank and she’s got access to her money now. He started the probate process and the court will soon appoint an executor. Then, he went with her to pick her family up at the airport!”

  “Oh? Is that a normal part of legal counsel?”

  “Not that I know of. Maybe they like each other. Check out this photo she sent me, they’re all at her place. ”

  The photo shows Valeriss in the foreground, smiling her elfin smile. In the background, sitting around an opulent-looking dining room table, is a youngish, clean-cut looking guy, an older woman with short, grey hair and a woman about Val’s age.

  The younger woman looks to be taller, and blonde, but she’s smiling a very familiar, elfin-looking smile.

  “Hey, that must be her cousin. You can see the resemblance,” I say.

  “Yep,” Rob smiles. “that’s Susan. And that’s Greenie, and her Gramma, Nancy.”

  “Yay!” I say. “Thank God for family.”

  “Yeah. And thank God she’s gone home,” he says, with a snort.

  “You did good, Robert,” I say. I let my respect for and approval of him show in my eyes, which quickly morphs into a case of burning desire.

  He regards me silently, and from the gleam in his eye, I know he’s feeling what I’m feeling. He turns his phone off and puts it aside. Stretching out beside me, he gathers me into his warm, strong arms. He lays one of his legs over mine and snuggles his face into my neck.

  I feel small and loved and protected…and very, very aroused.

  Turning my face to his, I kiss the part of it that I can reach. He lifts himself up on an elbow and looks down at me. “Hi,” he says, that elusive single dimple making a quick showing.

  “Hi,” I say back, letting my gaze travel over his face before returning to those baby blues.

  We stare into each other’s eyes. The seconds tick by, and before I know it, we’ve got a staring contest going on. I narrow my eyes, refusing to blink. I see the glint in his eyes, but say I say nothing, I do nothing, I just chew my bottom lip.

  He narrows his eyes back at me. “Hi…hi,” he says, in a profoundly serious tone.

  We burst into giggles and clutch each other, laughing and snorting. That turns into a tickle-fight, which Rob wins since I’m ticklish everywhere, while he’s hardly ticklish at all.

  Both dogs get up and come over to the couch, thinking play time has commenced…and they’re right. We play with them both, throwing their toys a little ways for them to fetch, getting them all playfully-riled up and acting silly, having growly, goofy tug-of-wars with a rope toy and just generally lavishing them with attention.

  When they’re both panting and spent, Rob says, “K, you two go mind your business now.” Tiny heads into the mud room, followed by Princess, where we we hear the sound of them drinking from their water bowls before they return to stretch out in Tiny’s bed.

  “Now, I’ve got some business to mind with you,” Rob says, and he stands up, picks me up and slings me over his shoulder.

  “Ahhh!,” I shriek jokingly, “oh noes, Mr. Caveman! Please don’t haul my ass into the cave and molest me!”

  “Graawwrrr!” Rob roars, and we go giggling down the hall to his room. He rubs and smacks my ass playfully as we go.

  He shuts the door with his foot and gives my ass one more smack before throwing me down on the bed.

  “Raaawwr,” he says, and grabs the waistband of my pants. In the mood for a sexy wrestling match now, I resist, holding onto my pants as best I can.

  “Oh noes, Mr. Caveman,” I breathe, in my best Marilyn Monroe voice, “please don’t tear my clothes off and fuck my pussy with your big, scary cock.”

  He laughs, but I can see that there’s some serious lust in his eyes.

  “What cock?” he says, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. His erection bounces impressively. “This cock?”

  “Oh yeah…I mean, oh noes, you…you beast-man…please don’t fuck me with that delicious piece of man-meat!”

  Grinning, he pulls his shirt off and lets that drop to the floor. “Me say, woman show pussy now!” he says, and pulls my pants off, yanking them out of my hands easily.

  I mock-scream, close my legs and cross my arms over my chest.

  “Hhmmmrraarr,” he snarls, grinning, and strips my shirt and bra off. He nips at and play-bites my breasts, mouthing my nipples and snorting.

  He takes both my wrists with one of his hands and holds my arms over my head while he licks and kisses my breasts and caresses my body with his free hand.

  Oh my gosh! I had no idea being held down, naked and helpless, could be so hot!

  “Mmmm,” I moan, demurely holding my knees together while pushing my breasts into his hand.

  Hands above my head, helpless and hornier than I’ve ever been, my hips writhe restlessly, my legs opening and closing involuntarily.

  “Oh, you dirty girl,” he whispers, serious now. He takes a nipple between his teeth, biting it gently and then sucking it sharply into his mouth, making me gasp.

  “Hey…where’s that lipstick vibe?” he says, releasing my breast with a pop.

  “Right there, in my bag,” I say. He retrieves it and then slides between my legs, pushing my knees apart, his cock jutting forward boldly. He turns the vibe on, playing with the settings, then he pushes my thighs upwards as far as they will go.

  “Lemme just see how things are looking down there,” he says, bending to lick my pussy with a strong swipe of his tongue. “Things are luscious down there, just as I suspected.”

  I’m already soaked but he wets me even more thoroughly, smacking and sucking my folds with his mouth and tongue. God damn! I’m going to come all over his face if he’s not careful.

  He slides a thick middle finger into me and does that thing he does with it, curling it against my G-spot, making my pleasure peak, sharp and delicious.
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br />   I can’t stop moaning, making noises that sound so helpless yet so full of pleasure, they’re making me even hotter and ready to come. Using that talented finger alone, he brings me to the edge of orgasm. It feels like he’s stimulating my clit from inside my body, so good it brings tears to my eyes.

  I’m so close to coming, that if he touches my clit I know I’m going to blow.

  “Please, baby, please,” I moan, head turning from side to side and hips rolling, rolling and pumping.

  “Oh yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you,” he says, his voice hoarse with lust.

  He takes his cock in hand and pushes it into me slowly, eyes closing and teeth clenching. “Jesus,” he whispers, as I lift my legs and try to draw him into to me.

  He pushes my thighs back and picks up the vibrator.

  Putting it on the highest setting, he sets it between us, exactly where we’re joined, and leans forward, holding it in place with our bodies. He pushes himself into me as far as he can go, filling me, while the vibrations permeate my pussy and stimulate my clit.

  It doesn’t take long. My legs spread involuntarily, jerking upwards and back from the strength of the orgasmic contraction. “Uhhh…uhhh…God,” I yell, the guttural cry tearing from the back of my throat as his cock and the vibe fill my pussy with hot, lancing pleasure, pulse after pulse firing through my glistening, thrumming flesh. “Ah fuck, oh god, oh fuck,” I pant, losing all control, hips pumping and grinding, toes curling and legs quivering from thigh to shin.

  “Yeah,” he groans, “oh yeah,” he cries, and his thrusts intensify and then, still. His face pulls into a grimace of pleasure as my pulsing pussy squeezes, milks and sucks a powerful orgasm through his throbbing shaft.

  Time passes, I don’t know how much. All I know is, I’m lying in the arms of a man I’m deeply in love with, lost in the feeling, completely content. There’s no where else in the world I want to be, no where else I could be.

  I’m exactly where I belong.

  His breathing is slow and steady. Thinking he’s fallen asleep, I turn my head to sneak a look at him. But no, he stirs, pulls me a little tighter to him, and clears his throat.

  “Brenda?” His voice is soft and sleepy. He turns and props himself up on his elbow so he can look into my face.

  I smile up at him. “Hi,” I say, sounding sleepy myself.

  His dimple appears and then disappears. He kisses my forehead and nuzzles my hair, cradling me in his arms as if I’m the most precious thing on the planet.

  “Valentines Day is around the corner,” he says. “And it’s just in the nick of time. You know why?”

  I think I do, but of course, I want him to tell me.

  I take a deep breath. “No, why?”

  “Because I’m falling in love with you,” he murmurs, his lips against my hair. “I just thought you should know.”

  My heart leaps, and races, making a roaring sound in my ears as gooseflesh flashes across my skin.

  My intuition was right. And so was his. Fate, karma, or lust turned to love…it’s real and true, however it sparked….and that’s all that matters.

  “Ahh, God,” I say, letting my breath out in a rush. “I love you too, Robert.”

  He’s holding me so close I can feel his heart jump and race as much as mine. I can feel his pulse against my temple, and in his broad chest, where it rests against me. He inhales deeply and lets it out in a long, contented sigh.

  “Does this mean we’re going steady now?” I say, with a grin.

  “Hah! Yep, you’re my girl,” he says, his voice quiet but full of emotion. “You’re mine. All mine. My dirty, funny, sweet, beautiful girl.”

  After a while, we get up, and we make corned beef sandwiches with deli pickles, and have a giggling, rip-roaring towel fight in the kitchen, which Robert lets me win.

  Then we feed the dogs, and get dressed, and take them for a nice long romp in the park, talking, and laughing, and making plans for the days ahead.

  The End

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