My Kinky Valentine by Liz Gavin Page A

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face towards his. When our mouths are mere inches apart, I stop and
wait for his next move.
    Sam stares into my green gaze, his blue eyes
are half covered by his lids as he tries to keep himself in check.
I arch my body further into his, connecting each dangerous curve to
his angular self before running the tip of my pink tongue over my
lower lip. I’ve got a knowing, smug glint in my eyes when I
whisper, ever so softly, against his mouth.
    “Haven’t you missed me, Sir?”
    That’s too much for his sanity but he
manages to keep a straight face and remain silent, staring at my
mouth, hypnotized. To his shame, though, the rest of his body
decides to rebel against his good intentions and his cock stiffens
inside his pants. He feels powerless when his eyes follow my lips
as they curve up in a wicked smile. There’s no way I could have
missed the nudging of his steel-hard shaft against my soft pussy.
He actually moans before pulling my head towards him and crashing
my lips.
    “I’m doomed!”
    I purr and clutch at his broad shoulders. I
need to stand on my toes to reach his height which is a
considerable feat since I’m a tall woman. His tongue plunges inside
my mouth and I twirl my own around it. He tastes, teases, and
consumes me. I feel lightheaded and pull us both back further
against the railing for support. He grinds his crotch against my
softness and I arch my head back. He leaves my mouth to kiss his
way down the white column of my throat, biting hard and softly,
sucking and licking it. I tear at his shirt to free his chest from
the inconvenient barrier.
    “I need to feel you against my skin.”
    That’s the beauty of dreaming. I get to call
the shots here. Not a sub anymore. I cover his nipples first with
my hands, then with my mouth. I suck the hard nubs, pulling one at
a time inside my mouth, as my hands scratch his back. I dig my
nails in the strong muscles of his butt pressing him against my wet
crotch. I bite and stretch the tips of his nipples until he yanks
me away and kisses me hard to avoid spilling his seed inside his
own pants.
    He reaches down, lifts my leg up and holds
it by my thigh as he stabs me with his hard erection through the
layers of our clothes. I gasp but he gives me no time to recover,
working his arousal against the dampness between my thighs. I buck
against him, gripping his shoulders for balance. My catlike eyes
have a devilish glint as my soft hand travels south along the hard
landscape of this chest. I unbuckle him as fast as a lightening,
pulling my prize out. His pants drop to his feet and he kicks them
out of the way.
    I run my fingers along the silken shaft,
gripping, stroking Sam’s flesh. His breathing falters. He fights to
control his body. I smile at the way his cock jerks against my
hand, swelling, begging for my attention.
    He pulls my head to kiss me harder now, the
urgency stokes my own fire. I can smell his arousal and am dying to
drink him in, to feel the large mushroom head against my tongue. I
swirl us both around before dropping to my knees, so fast he
couldn’t have stopped me, even if he wanted to. Sam is leaning
against the gazebo railing now and I put both my hands on his
thighs to keep my balance.
    “It’s so beautiful.”
    I sigh before starting to kiss him, swirling
my tongue around the tip of his cock and sucking the drops of
moisture, the salty taste teasing my senses. I breathe in his musky
scent as I open my mouth to enclose his hardness. Sam fights back a
groan when he sees me on my knees, and when my tits rub his naked
thighs as I move my body against his.
    “God, if you keep that up, I just might
explode”
    “That’s the idea, silly.”
    I wrap my fingers around him, pumping his
shaft, exerting the right pressure on all the right places. He
tangles his hands in my red curls and clenches his jaws determined
to keep his body under control. But I have other plans for my Dom.
I close my mouth around his cock, pushing it slowly inside the