Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 3

Still crying soft tears of joy, overwhelmed by all that had happened, her body still trembling with the shock of over-empty replacing over-filled, her insides erupted in ecstasy as a second, third and fourth stream striped her belly. The last two striped soft skin above flexed, tightened muscles as she came, spasming shivers raising her body off the bed, forcing herself up onto his knuckles, driving further spasms as her spring released.

When Candy finally left the haze of the too-bright light she gazed up at her Valentine. Or was she his?

The last rose light clung to him above her. So far away he seemed, his chest working to slow its pace, his eyes studying her as though looking for any cause for concern.

Candy reached her slim arms up to him. Too far away by far, she needed him closer now. He lowered his body into her embrace. They both felt the slippery thickness of him between them, felt it squeezed sliding at an angle to his left over his lubricated belly. She remembered feeling it there, less slippery or familiar, when they had kissed on their walk so long ago.

Now their bellies slipped wetly against each other. Candy let her tired legs fall loosely around his. His weight brought a soft ache to her gut, a reminder that other aches might follow.

“You’re really my Valentine now, aren’t you.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Mmmm.” She waited.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Am I your Valentine?”

“No.” His tone indicated he thought it should be obvious, especially to a genius like her. “I know I said that but it just doesn’t make sense. How can a Valentine have a Valentine?”

“Wait. That’s not fair at all.” She whined. “You said I was.”

He couldn’t leave her hanging for more than an instant.

“You’re not Valentine’s Valentine, silly girl. You’re Valentine’s Candy.”