By the time Robin comes back downstairs, I am starting to worry. She went for a shower while I put dinner on, and she’s been gone a long time. I was almost ready to go up and check on her. The worry goes away when I see her. Her cheeks are flushed red from the shower. She is wearing a white terry cloth robe, and her wet hair hangs down her back. All traces of makeup are gone from her face, and she is at her most beautiful.
I feel a throb go through my cock as I look at her. She moves to the table and sits down.
“I was starting to think you’d climbed out of one of the windows and made a run for it,” I joke.
She doesn’t so much as smile.
“We need to talk,” she says.
I feel a pulse of dread in my stomach. This looks serious, and I’m suddenly afraid. What does she want to talk about that’s making her look like she’s on the verge of tears? I move to her side and sit down beside her. I take one of her hands in both of mine.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask.
She just shakes her head and sighs loudly.
“I … I have to go to a conference. That’s why I took so long upstairs. I was packing. I need to leave tomorrow, and I won’t be back until the fifteenth. I’m so sorry. I know how much planning you’ve put into Valentine’s Day, and I know you were really looking forward to it. I was too, and if there were any other choice, I wouldn’t go, but I have to.”
I feel as though someone has pulled the rug out from underneath me. She’s not going to be here for Valentine’s Day? All of that planning wasted. I’m not angry with her, just upset that we’ll have to be apart. I can’t show her that though. She looks like she’s about to cry, her eyes swimming.
“It’s fine, Robin,” I tell her.
“Is it?” she says, looking up at me in surprise.
I nod. “Yes. It’s just a day. I love you every day, not just once a year. We’ll just have to celebrate another day,” I say.
“Colin said I could have the fifteenth off. We can celebrate then,” she says.
“I was thinking more like right now,” I tell her with a wink.
She frowns. “What about dinner?” she asks.
I shrug. “Fuck dinner,” I say with a grin.
I lean in and kiss her neck. She giggles as I blow gently on her earlobe, tickling it with the loose strands of her hair.
“You’re not too disappointed?” she asks.
“No. It’s just chicken, Robin.” I grin, purposely misunderstanding her to make her laugh.
It works. I love to make her laugh. I love the musical sound to it, and I love how it makes her breasts jiggle ever so slightly.
“I meant that I won’t be here for Valentine’s Day,” she corrects me.
“Don’t get me wrong, it would have been great to be able to spend the night together, but it’s only two days, and we have tonight, and we have the day you get back, and we have every day for the rest of our lives,” I say.
I punctuate each word with a kiss to her neck.
“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s do this,” she says.
I stand up and pull her roughly to her feet. I reach out and pull the belt of her robe. It falls open easily, and she stands before me. Her chest heaves as she looks at me, and the lust in her eyes makes my cock stand up. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and I know Robin sees my cock coming up for her. I can see it in the greedy look in her eyes as she drinks in my body as I drink in hers.
I push the robe off her shoulders, and it falls to the floor. She isn’t wearing any underwear, and the effect she has on me is mind-blowing as I watch her standing there, eyeing me, waiting for me to take her. I need to taste her first, to make her come into my mouth. To remind her she is mine.
I step forward and pull her into my arms. As we touch, it’s like we’re unleashed and the moment of restraint where we watched each other is gone. Our hands roam over each other’s bodies. I push my hands into her hair, mashing our lips together roughly. She runs her hands down my back and cups my ass, pressing herself against my cock. She bucks her hips, and I moan into her mouth as it sends an intense rush of pleasure flying through me.
She squirms against me. Her hard nipples press against my bare chest, teasing me, making me want to take her right now. I move my hands down her body, trying to ignore the buildup of pressure in my cock. If she keeps doing that thing with her hips, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself for much longer.