Valentine's Day Forever

On Valentine's Day he brought me two dozen roses, one for each year of my life, a bottle of Cabernet, the same 2001 Beringer that he had brought when I fixed him dinner the first time, a box of hand made chocolates that he had driven to Gatlinburg to buy from from the candy store where we had brought chocolates on our first weekend away together, and a beautiful leather paddle with a pink heart emblazoned on the front. The paddle was the most significant gift because it signified that he was finally ready to commit to a relationship, that he wanted me for life. ?The ring isn't for Valentine's Day,? he told me. ?It's forever.? I kissed him and told him that I loved him, I'd loved him forever, and I always would. He took my face in his hand and asked me to marry him. I opened his fly and touched his cock through his underwear. Göztepe escort ?Does that mean yes?? He asked. ?Let me undress you,? I said. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it loose from his waistband and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. I touched the smooth soft skin of his chest with my fingertips and pressed my lips against him, smelling his clean maleness and tasting it with my tongue. I ran my hands down his sides, reaching around him and hugging him tight. ?You'll have to do the cuffs,? he said. ?The cuffs?? I asked. Had he brought me cuffs as well. ?The cuffs of my sleeves,? he said. ?They're too tight, I can't get it off if they aren't unbuttoned.? I hadn't thought to unbutton his cuffs, and his hands were bound by his shirt. This was pretty much the direct opposite of what Caddebostan escort bayan I'd envisioned when I started undressing him, and might have spoiled the mood if he hadn't taken me into his arms and kissed me as soon as I managed to free him. I fumbled with his belt, getting the tip out of the anchor easily, but having a bit of trouble getting the prong out of the belt hole. I had fantasies about this belt, hopes for it. When I opened the button and clasp of his trousers, they suddenly dropped down his legs, his belt buckle clanking on the floor. My jeans didn't drop that way, I had to slide them over my ass, usually with a degree of difficulty that made me think about dieting until I got them off. I dropped to my knees, determined to do a smoother job getting his shoes and Escort Bağdat Caddesi socks off. I managed it with no problem, and took them off as he lifted his feet. He stepped out of his pants, and I reached for the waistband of his Catalina blue briefs. His cock bounced when I pulled the shorts down, a lovely perky bounce that proved I hadn't distracted him with my clumsiness. When he kicked them off his feet, I took his stiff dick in my hand and kissed the velvety soft tip then leaned back on my heels to look at him. His cock is beautiful, worthy of worship. It is long enough that I can take it in both hands and take the spongy helmet into my mouth. I put my lips around him and heard the soft hum in his throat become a moan of pleasure as I ran my tongue around it. I took my mouth away, gave his cock a kiss and licked it from his balls to the tip. I licked the head of his dick, rubbing the back of my tongue over the tip, and the tip of my tongue around the bell rim before giving him a sweet soft kiss. I stood and presented myself to him. ?Do with me as you please, sir,? I said. My buttons flew like popcorn when he pulled open my silk blouse.