Rating: NC-17
Summary: Valentine’s smutty times. Need I say more? Written as a belated not-so-secret santa gift for eksdj.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Notes: This is rather kinky, even for me, lol. Thanks to Katie for the pre-read and, as always, to Kris.
“Wow.”
Rob’s breath released in a woosh when Kristen entered the bedroom from their en-suite bath.
“You like?” she asked, turning around in a circle to show off her complete outfit.
“Breathtaking,” he murmured, taking in the sheer babydoll that she wore. His mouth watered as his eyes roamed over her satin-covered breasts before slowly making their way down the scrap of satin panties that she wore.
She had her hair pinned back at the sides, few of the red roses he’d brought her that evening clipped throughout.
He crooked his finger, beckoning her to come closer. She moved so that she was standing between his legs, smiling as his hands slipped underneath the tulle of her lingerie and gripped her hips.
“This is better than chocolate,” he murmured.
She smirked. “Does that mean you don’t want to use the chocolate syrup that’s sitting on my night stand?”
He glanced at the night stand in question and she laughed as his eyes widened. “Really?” he asked.
She waggled her eyebrows. “Really,” she said, bending down to kiss him softly.
“Mmm, kinky,” he murmured.
She reached out and grabbed the syrup, squeezing a little bit onto his finger before taking it into her mouth and sucking the sweet concoction off his skin.
He groaned and shifted, adjusting his erection in his boxers.
She grinned wickedly. Handing the bottle over to him, she stepped back slightly and placed her hands in his hair. “So what do you say?” she whispered. “Will you be my naughty valentine?”
He stood up, guiding her backwards until the back of her legs hit the vinyl armchair in the corner. He slowly reached behind her, untying the babydoll from the back.
She let it fall softly to the floor before sitting down in the chair.
He was on his knees a second later and she watched as he squeezed some chocolate onto one of her breasts. His tongue slowly licked at the sensitive skin and she moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, nipping lightly with his teeth.
When her breast was clean, he squeezed more syrup onto her neck and then a few drops onto her stomach. As he moved to lick her neck clean, she felt the cool liquid warm against her skin and pool into her belly button.
He kissed down her neck, over the breast he had neglected, and slowly made his way to her belly button where he lapped at the chocolate.
“You okay?” he whispered when she shivered slightly under his ministrations.
“I’m more than okay,” she whispered back.
He leaned forward and kissed her. His tongue swept over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to allow him entrance. She moaned as she tasted the chocolate, feeling her panties dampen at the memory of him licking it off her skin.
“Stay right here,” he said softly, pulling away.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back,” he promised, ignoring her question.
She did as she was told, listening as she heard him clanging around in the kitchen. When he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying a bottle of champagne that they’d been given.
“What are you doing?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I’m feeling a little parched,” he said, wrapping the bottle in a towel and popping the cork.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “You hate champagne,” she challenged.
Placing the bottle aside, he removed his boxers and knelt on the floor once more, pulling her so that her ass was on the edge of the chair.
“I’ve heard that champagne tastes great with chocolate,” he said, gripping her panties and pulling them down her legs.
She snorted indelicately. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm. I’ve also heard,” he mumbled lowly as he leaned forward to lick her clit, “that it tastes great with pussy.”
“You have, huh?” she breathed out, arching off the chair as he took her clit between his lips. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!” she cried when she felt his finger push inside her.
“Lean back, baby,” he urged. “I promise I’ll make this good for you.”
She did as he asked and focused on the feeling of him curling his fingers inside of her while he licked her. She whined a little when he removed his mouth, and looked down, only to see him holding the champagne bottle over her.
He tilted it slightly, as if testing, and a bit of the champagne splashed onto her pussy, causing her sensitive skin to tingle from the fizz. His head disappeared between her legs and he licked the liquid from her skin.
He looked up at her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut at his touch. Her skin was flushed beautifully from arousal and her breathing had become labored. He’d never seen her look so utterly beautiful before.
He shifted slightly and lifted her legs up over his shoulder so that he was eye level with her sticky, wet pussy. “You like that, baby?” he asked.
Her response was a loud moan as she tightened her grip around him with her legs, trying to pull him closer. He smirked, not letting her distract him, tempting as it was.
He picked up the bottle once more, placing the mouth of it to her entrance and tilting it. Her hips bucked and she gasped as she felt the liquid fizz and pop against her inner muscles as it trickled inside of her.
“Oh, shit Rob,” she moaned when he finally replaced the bottle with his mouth, tilting her body so that he could suck the champagne out of her.
When he pulled away, he gently placed her legs down and grinned at her. She should have laughed at his champagne-covered face but what he had just done to her was so incredibly erotic that all she could do was moved to the floor and straddle him as he sat cross-legged.
“That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
“Yeah?”
“Definitely,” she murmured, reaching between them and guiding his cock into her entrance.
They both moaned as he filled her. “You feel so good,” he groaned, cupping her cheeks with his hands and kissing her.
She began to rock against him slowly as his hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, before moving down to grip her hips.
Her movements sped up and she buried her face in his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, positive that it would leave a mark.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.
His hands left her hips and slid around behind her, kneading her ass. She moaned, knowing exactly what he was prepping her for. “Please,” she begged.
His fingers moved down to where they were connected, immediately coated with their combined juices. When she felt his finger at her rear entrance, she involuntarily held her breath.
“Relax sweetheart,” he murmured, taking her mouth with his in an attempt to distract her.
It worked and before she knew it, she was plummeting over the edge from sensory overload. She cried out, throwing her head back and allowing her orgasm to sweep through her.
Rob groaned, tightening his grip on her and thrusting into her until he found his own release.
Kristen collapsed in his arms, and they tried to catch their breath as they came down from their bliss.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, my naughty little valentine.”
-FIN
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