A Sweet Surprise

It’s still snowing? Damn. It’s going to be impossible to get anywhere tomorrow. Ugh, I’m so disappointed our Valentine’s Day plans got canceled. The stars had finally aligned. We were going to go out for Valentine’s Day dinner for the first time in…forever. Work has been swamping both of us the last couple of months. Not to mention I don’t have the spoons to just go out for a night on the town on a whim. I went to bed last night with clear skies and high hopes. I woke up this morning with my husband’s car completely covered in snow.

I’m just going to have to make the most of this. Besides…it’s not like we can’t have fun inside.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda glad we’re stuck inside tonight. I’d much rather be cozied up with you than out there in the cold. ”

“Yeah, I mean, given the choice…it is much better in here.”

“It’s not too cold in here, right? Do you need me to get your compression gloves?”

“I’m okay, don’t worry. The blanket’s keeping me warm.”

“If you’re sure.”

How did I luck out so much with him? It sounds ridiculous, but I don’t think I could have dreamt for a better husband. Before him, my relationship history was a conga line of assholes ready to throw me under the bus at the first opportunity. But him…he’s never so much as batted an eye when I need a little extra help because of my disability. He’s always looking out for me. Always putting me first.

“Okay…I can’t stand it anymore. What’s in that bag? ”

Oh my god. I almost forgot about the Valentine’s gift I got him. I was going to give it to him at the restaurant after dinner before our plans got canceled.

“Oh, what, that bag? You think that’s for you? ”

“Oh, it’s not? Just a random present that happened to appear in our living room? ”

“I don’t know. Guess you better open it and find out. ”

I love that little grin on his face. The gift is technically for both of us, so… I hope he likes it.

“You seem a little too excited about this. Should I be worried? ”

“Just open it!”

“All right, all right.”

“Okay. Two small boxes. And what might be inside them…? Oh. My. God. A chocolate…dick? ”

He lifts the life-size chocolate penis out of the box and runs his fingers over the veins.

“It’s extremely…realistic.”

“Mmhm. Looks tasty. ”

I take it from his hands and run a finger up and down the shaft. I give it a long, slow lick, looking into his eyes as I do.

“Mmm, that’s good. Too bad I didn’t get it in salted caramel. ”

“I… uh…”

He squirms in his seat, just a little, a tell-tale sign that he’s getting excited. He moves from side to side in small, subtle movements and his hand hovers over his lap.

I pucker my lips around the tip of the candy cock. And there he goes, rubbing the front of his jeans slow and steady.

“It tastes good?”

That gravelly tone in his voice is also a sure sign he’s getting turned on. That’s partly why I love his dirty talk so much. Not to mention he’s so incredibly good at it.

“Mhmm...”

I pull my lips off the tip for just a moment...and then I plunge the chocolate dick deep into my mouth.

He pulls his cock out and…it’s already nice and stiff. He draws his hand up and down the shaft, nice and slow. I take a little bit more of the candy cock in my mouth and bat my eyelashes as I bob my head down. It’s almost at the back of my throat.

Heat is starting to build between my legs. And fuck, he looks so good rubbing his cock.

The little flush in his cheeks, the slight buck of his hips…

I pop my mouth off the chocolate dick.

“You like that?”

“Hard not to. Not when you’re looking at me like that.”

I push the cock back between my lips and slide it in and out…over and over again. Sloppy and wet…

“Ohhh, fuck, babe. Oh god, you look so hot. ”

Enough chocolate foreplay. I think we’re both more than ready to take this to the next level. I drop my blankets to the floor and stand up. He looks up at me with a hungry stare and I serve it right back to him. I want him so badly. The cold hurts my hands a little, and being out from under the blanket is already starting to make me ache, but...fuck it. I lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor.

“I like the chocolate, but…I think I prefer the real thing.”

“Fuck…me too.”

I unzip my pants and pull them and my underwear off. His cock is hard and thick in his hands. Precum dribbles from the tip and he rubs it over the head with his thumb. I need him inside of me…now.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

He spreads his legs and leans back on the couch to accommodate me. I stand over him, moving to straddle his lap. Slowly, slowly…I lower myself down, gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Hey, careful...”

“I’m okay, don’t worry. I got this.”

Ohhh…fuck, he’s completely inside me. Oh, god. Oh, fuck, he has me filled to the brim. We sit still for a moment, his hips flush with mine as I adjust. I don’t get on top very often, and it’s sometimes hard on my body. He leans forward and kisses me, firm, loving. He’s always so gentle, but never so soft that it’s condescending. Damn. I love him so much.

“Mmm, your lips taste like chocolate. You ready?”

“Yeah...”

I want to go hard and fast, but my hips are already disagreeing with me, radiating with a dull, aching pain. Damn my chronic pain. My pussy feels so good, though, I feel so full with his cock already. No matter how horny I am, I just gotta remember to pace myself. He places his hands on my waist, keeping me steady as I move in an easy rhythm.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, right there.”

“Yeah, that feel good?”

“Fuck yes, babe. Just keep going. Just like that! ”

I grind down on his lap and his hips thrust up to meet me. I lean up against him so he takes most of the weight. He’s making sure I don’t push myself. My fucking sexy and loving husband.

“Faster.”

“Faster? Okay. Yeah, faster, faster.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, he pushes in me so deep. This feels so–fucking– good! ”

“Remind me to have you on top more often.”

“As often as you want, baby! Don’t stop!”

“Oh, oh fuck!”

Oh, god, I’m not going to last much longer. This feels so fucking good…

“My clit… touch my clit.”

He knows exactly what to do and puts his fist right where our bodies connect. I grind up against his knuckles while we fuck.

“Ah, yeah, yeah, fuck. Yes! Yes!”

Our mouths meet in a wet, messy kiss. I can feel the heat radiating from the confines of his sweater. Sweat beading on his neck...

“I’m…I’m close…”

I shift to get my clit perfectly aligned with his knuckle…

“Me too…me too, babe...”

“I’m so close! Please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“I think I’m about to...”

“Do it, do it!”

He releases inside of me and my pussy clenches around him. I’m going to cum…I grind hard into his knuckles…

We grip each other for balance as we start to come down from our high. My hips and legs are going to feel this in the morning, but oh god, was this worth it. He smiles at me with that sheepish, warm look that he always has after sex, as though he didn’t just rock my world less than a minute ago. He’s too modest.

“Well…that escalated quickly.”

“No kidding. That chocolate dick was hot, then? ”

“Tastes good, too.”

“Maybe this will be our tradition, then. From now on, no going out on Valentine’s Day. We clearly have a much better time locked up inside, anyway. ”

“That we do. Happy Valentine’s, baby. ”