I love you

” Valentine’s Day, schmantine’s day!” Mike grumbled as he shuffled around the kitchen, resentment simmering in his gut. It was a day reserved for sappy romantic gestures, snuggly couples, and wound-up expectations. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to play that game.

Lindsey drifted in, her naked curves on generous display, barely concealed by a lacy red negligee that hugged her petite figure in all the right places. Mike’s eyes raked over her hungrily, his apparent irritation replaced by a mounting desire.

“Aw, don’t be like that, babe,” Lindsey cooed, sauntering towards him. “Valentine’s Day is a special occasion! We should celebrate our love.” She snaked her arms around his neck, pressing her supple body against his.

Mike’s resolve started to crumble under her soft touches. “Love, huh? And what exactly did you have in mind?”

Lindsey smirked, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. “Well, first I was thinking we could have a nice breakfast in bed…”

“Mmm, sounds promising. And then?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “And then I’m going to ride you like there’s no tomorrow,” she whispered seductively.

Mike’s cock sprang to attention at her sultry words. Breakfast could wait, he decided abruptly, sweeping Lindsey up in his arms and carrying her off to the bedroom. The hell with Valentine’s Day and its contrived sentiments. Bittersweet feelings were out; fiery, carnal passion was in.

He tossed her onto the bed, sending her negligee riding up to reveal her glistening pink folds. His eyes darkened with lust. In one swift motion, he yanked off his jeans, his hard shaft springing free. Crawling over her, he dipped his head between her legs and lapped at her slit, savoring the taste of her arousal.

Lindsey mewled, tangling her fingers in his hair to guide him closer. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, grinding her hips against his mouth. Mike groaned against her flesh, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her core.

He circled her sensitive bud with his tongue, teasing, flicking, suckling, until she was writhing and whimpering, right on the brink. But just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled back, leaving her gasping and empty.

Propping herself on her elbows, she glared at him. “What the fuck, Mike? I was so close!”

“That’s the point, babe.” He smirked. “Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac.” In one rapid movement, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He gave her ass a sharp smack, then positioned his thick tip at her entrance.

Lindsey started to push back onto him, but Mike grabbed her hips, immobilizing her. “Patience,” he growled. Slowly, inch by excruciating inch, he slid into her slick heat, stretching her, filling her.

“Fuck!” she cried out, head dropping between her shoulders. Once he was fully hilted, he paused, savoring the feel of her gripping him. Then he began to move.

He set a deliberate pace, long, deep strokes that hit her sweet spot dead-on. His balls slapped against her engorged clit with each thrust, adding to her rapidly spiraling ecstasy. And still he held back, keeping her teetering, never letting her fall over the edge.

Lindsey clawed at the sheets, panting and whimpering, lost in a hazy fog of desperate need. “Please, please, please,” she babbled incoherently.

“Please what?” he taunted, increasing his tempo slightly. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want to cum!” she wailed. “I need it so bad! Fuck me, pound me, make me cum!”

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” Mike grunted approvingly. With a feral snarl, he picked up the pace until the obscene slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, interspersed with Lindsey’s wails and his own animalistic grunts.

Muscles clenched and quaked as he furiously drove into her. He could feel her fluttering around him, so close to the precipice. “Cum for me, Lindsey!” he demanded hoarsely. “Scream for me!”

On command, her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. She convulsed, her pussy bearing down on him like a vice as she screamed her pleasure. The rhythmic clenching milked his own climax from him, and with one last giant thrust, he hilted deep and erupted inside her.

They collapsed together, sweaty and satiated. As their heart rates slowly returned to normal, Mike gathered her into his arms, pressing soft kisses to her temple.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” he murmured, and was gratified to feel her lips curve into a satisfied grin against his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she echoed, smugly. “Just like that, every year.”

Mike chuckled, already looking forward to next year’s celebration. The hell with hearts and chocolate. This was his idea of the perfect Valentine’s Day. No need for any other sentiment.