Free My Funny Valentina by Kelly Curry Page B

her out atop the cool grey-and-black granite as though she was to be his main course. 
    ‘ Stash,’ she moaned again as he yanked the leather shorts down, fingers boring their way through a layer of fishnets and lacy panties before he spread her legs wide, going down between them with a wicked punishing smile.  ‘Mmm mmm, good ,’ Stash’s head lifted a few magnificent moments later, licking lips moist with her loving, his eyes mere slits of fevered darkness, ‘and it’s my absolute favorite flavor – Valentina …’ 
    H er fingers clenched tight in his floured curls when his head lowered again, used them to guide him right to the throbbing spot where she needed him to be.  Valentina felt the pleasure rushing forth like a freight train as his tongue glided over the swollen nub of flesh, propelling her at the speed of light towards the clamoring climatic culmination…
    ‘ Anastasi-oh, oh, ohhhhh! ’  Valentina shook out his name on a husky exclamation, her body trembling, thighs quivering as he kept his mouth to her – would not release her until she wilted against him, her fingers going lax in his hair.  Only then did he pull away, standing and unzipping his pants with urgent fingers.
    ‘ I hope to God, you’re hungry too, Val!’ 
    Valentina sat up on the island reaching for him, sucking him in between parted, voracious lips.  Her darkened green eyes recalled ‘two damn jewels shining up at me,’ he whispered hoarse, as her tongue slid itself down and around his turgid length.  ‘ Valentina! ’  His eyes drifted closed, knuckles clenching against the edge of the granite island he gripped to anchor himself in a perfect storm of emotion-drenched sensation. 
    H is breath hissed through his teeth, groaning a guttural Greek curse word, then another and another, as the tidal wave visibly engulfed him, the tall frame pitching and keeling as it nearly took him under. He eventually stilled – but was still hungry apparently, his eyes opening up hotter, smokier, blacker than she’d ever seen them before.  ‘Would you like another helping, Val?’ he asked throatily.
    ‘ Yes! ’ Valentina, a helpless victim of her own hungry passions, pleaded, ‘please, sir…may I have some more!’
    Stash gave a grim laugh. ‘Funny, Valentina.’ He dispensed with her last remaining item of clothing, ripping the silky heart in two between his fists, flinging the raggedly torn fabric away to skid half way across the kitchen floor.  His pants met the floor next; her hands eagerly helping his push boxer briefs all the way down muscular calves to his ankles before he nudged her curvy bare bottom closer to the edge of the island. 
    ‘I’m ready for the second course, Stash!’
    ‘You got it, babe, with extra whipped cream on top.’ He scooped the can up from the floor, shaking it and spraying a foamy trail down her body leading the way south. ‘Now where’s those damn cherries,’ he mimed looking around him, ‘ah hell, I already got your cherry, didn’t I, Valentina?’ 
    She couldn’t help her gasp at his crude comment and he gave a dark chuckle at her reaction, bending his head to feast ravenous at the creamy crest of each breast.  ‘Now you be sure to tell me when you’ve had enough,’ Stash’s taunt was blurred by an overload of passion, heavy lidded eyes locked on her half-closed ones, drilling himself into her in smoothly oiled strokes like a piston.
    Valentina’s arms snaked around his neck, remaining defiant, panting the admission into his ear, ‘it’s never enough with you, Stash – I want another heaping spoonful – all that you have!’ 
    ‘ Little glutton, aren’t you?’ he muttered, voice raw and rough, ‘but please allow me to... supersize...’ He ground his hips against hers so she could feel every inch of his erection that had never seemed harder, never seemed larger...never felt more necessary, ‘that order for you, ma’am! ’
    The talking stopped then as they both got