A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget - Sex Stories

A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget

... being tied up again? What the hell would he want handcuffs for? He does not tie me up. Ever. Which is a mistake.

And he never asked what I wanted for Valentine’s Day. And that is also a huge mistake, Mr Wolf!

Following Saturday, he is lazying in bed when I’m already up with the kids. Around 10 am, when I think that he really needs to join us now, I go into the bedroom and try to wake him. “Wakie, wakie, lazybones,” I whisper into his ear.

He moans quietly but doesn’t move; he doesn’t even open his eyes. He is sleeping on his back, his left arm outstretched, his forearm hanging off the bed. With my halo still in place, I watch him sleeping peacefully, admiring his handsome, boyish face. Even well on the wrong side of forty now, he still looks like twenty-five. I remember when I first introduced him to my family, he had to show them his passport because they genuinely didn't believe it that he was seven years older than me. I adore those forever-young genes, and if they weren't such hard work and bottomless money pits, I'd be tempted to create a whole pack of wolf cubs with him. But even the one we have is a super clingy little life-essence vampire. So that's where we have stopped.

He made the mistake of leaving his arm outstretched like that, too tempting not to have a little sport with it. My halo is lopsliding fast as I gently brush his inner arm with a fingertip, then with longer and longer strokes, I travel down to his wrist and knead and massage his soft ...

... pads and fingers one by one. I recall a holiday at the beginning of our relationship - still in the honeymoon period when we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other - when all through a four-hour flight (to Crete, I think it was), he was the one massaging my hands. I never felt more relaxed in my life. I think I even fell asleep.

Does he remember the days when we were still so much into each other? We still are, I guess. Or would be, if we had the time. Life is much more demanding these days than it used to be back then. We have to treasure these few peaceful moments we have. Even if it's just ten-fifteen minutes before the little velcro one finishes his pancakes and will be rapping the door. Again.

His eyes still closed, he smiles at me.

“Time to get up." I poke him with a finger into his biceps.

“I was enjoying that,” he rumbles, playfully opening one of his eyes halfway, urging me to continue.

I up the game by giving him fleeting little nibbles on all those sensitive areas. Putting a bit more teeth into my game, I clench my jaw into his soft flesh just above his elbow. Then, leaving a trail of quickly fading bite marks, I venture up to his neck, which I know will drive him wild. Halo now broken and bent, thrown into the corner I kneel on the bed next to him and whisper into his ear,

“There’s a guy who wants to tie you up. Can we do that?”

His answer is a vague, inarticulate moan. Haha, he knows not to answer things like that in a highly compromised ...