My dream had become reality. I sobbed with it, for I was beyond words. Valentine’s kisses were even hotter than my own, his tongue inside my mouth, his hands clutching at my clothing.
We leaned back against the desk, hands clawing to touch skin. He pushed my shirt from my shoulders so fiercely that some of the buttons broke off, and when I reached to undo his in return, he wrenched it out of his trousers, dragging it from his torso so that our bare flesh could meet. I stroked his skin, wonderingly; I rolled the sharp bud of his n****e between my fingers, and watched the wince of delight on his face. I kissed his mouth, his jaw, his throat. My lips sucked the sweat from the tendons in his neck, eager to taste all of him.
But Valentine was faster. He dropped to his knees in front of me, tu
