Mr. Valentine's Heart

Extra Dessert

~Cherise~

My body has been screaming at me throughout dinner. I kept up with the conversation, asking a lot of questions in an attempt to get to know him. I didn’t want to discuss anything too heavy. I told him as much as I could, which isn’t much at all. I don’t remember my life beyond these past five years that I’ve been awake, and there are some things I don’t want to speak about yet.

Caleb brought us dessert, cheesecake. I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything so good before. It’s a little bit of everything, all mixed together. I watch Caleb push back from the table a bit, placing his fork down. He closes his eyes and rubs his stomach. He looks full and satisfied. Only I’m not satisfied.

I’ve been battling with myself all night, and I’m not sure I can keep denying myself. This is not like me. Well, this isn’t like the me I’ve known. If I’m being honest, though, I’m not even sure who ‘me’ really is. I think it’s best to go with my gut like Lawrence told me that night at the bus depot.

I let my fork drop, listening to it clatter on the floor. Caleb opens his eyes slightly. I give a nervous chuckle and move my chair back to get it. He closes his eyes again, and I know now’s the time.

I slip to the floor, ignoring the fork. I crawl under the table until I’m right in front of him. Thankfully, his legs are open, which makes this easier. I don’t know what this is about, but I kept getting these images flashing in my mind. It set my body on fire, and I just have to quench it. I feel like this is the only way, and the voice I keep hearing it saying the same thing. I really need to see a doctor when my insurance kicks in a few days from now.

I place my hands on his thighs and my nose at his crotch, breathing in his musky scent. “Ch…Cherise?! What are you doing?” I don’t respond. I look up at him as I place kisses all over his crotch. His eyes are hooded, and I can see the struggle in them. He’s not sure what to do, but I hope he allows me this one thing.

I let my hands find his belt, and I unbuckle it. I go straight for his button and zipper, undoing them both. He hasn’t said anything, but I notice the change in his breathing. I tug at the sides of his pants and pull them toward me. Luckily, he lifts his hips, allowing me to remove his pants. When I have them at his ankles, I look in front of me and damn near choke on my spit.

I can’t claim to have seen any di.cks, really, but I feel like his is super big. It’s long, veiny, and thick as hell. I can’t imagine that inside of me, or even in my mouth, where it’s supposed to be going right now. I’m no quitter, though, so we are going to do what we can.

I place my lips on his inner thigh, starting at his knee. I kiss him upward until I get to his balls. I skip and move over to the next leg, kissing downward until I get to his knee. I feel his body clenching under my lips, so I know I’m doing something to him. I look again at his d***k, its tip glistening with moisture. It’s now or never, and I pick now.

I move in slowly, my tongue already sticking out. I run it over his tip, and he gasps. I use my tongue and travel down his length. When I get to his balls, I suck each one into my mouth gently, making sure to swirl my tongue around a few times. I cross my fingers and hope that no hair gets in my mouth. That would be super unattractive.

I return to the base of his d***k, hair free, and wrap my mouth around it as best as I can. I move my mouth up his length, sucking and licking as I go. When I get to his tip, I suck it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip as I use a hand and jack it up and down his length. Soft moans are coming out of his mouth, and his body squirms. I feel empowered right now. I love how what I’m doing to him makes him do what he’s doing. He’s falling apart because of me, and it doesn’t get much better than that.

I push him into my mouth as far as he would go. Unfortunately, it isn’t as far as I would like, but he’s so thick that it can’t be helped. I move him in and out of my mouth, using my hands to anchor myself on his thighs. There’s no sounds other than the sounds my mouth is making, along with his grunts and groans. I increase my speed, taking as much of him as I can get. I want him to come undone because of me, and I have no idea what I want that. I feel his body tensing up, and I wonder if that is a sign that he’s close. “Cherise.” His voice is horse and broken. “Cherise, if you don’t stop, I….I….” I take that as my sign and amp up my movements. It doesn’t take long for him to let out an extended grunt as ribbons of warm liquid shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow it all and sit back on my heels.

Caleb slowly opens his eyes and looks at me. His gaze is so intense, and it feels like he’s trying to peer into my soul. Embarrassment immediately washes over me, and I struggle to my feet. What the f***k did I just do? What came over me? “Uh, I… I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” Caleb reaches for me, but I move out of the way. “I, uh, I… sorry.” I run out of the room and hurry into the bathroom. I close the door and lock it. I sit on the toilet and let the tears flow. What the entire f***k is wrong with me?