ENTRY 13
BEST DAY EVER
Flipping the sign to CLOSED was exhilarating! I had survived my first Valentine's Day slinging flowers at my shop. But, being 30 years old, freshly divorced, and starting a new life on my own was daunting.
I would never have gotten through any of this without my two best friends, Alice and Rose. Admittedly I wouldn't have gotten through today without them and their husbands. Even Rose's younger brother, Edward, pitched in to help out. He was easy on the eyes for sure, and a part of my mind wondered why he was spending his Valentine's Day delivering flowers and not wrapped up in some hot college co-ed.
When Rose introduced us a few weeks ago, I was immediately crushing. Who wouldn't? He was tall, slim with muscles, a well-chiseled jaw, and had the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen. Edward finished his last semester in college and was only 23 years old.
I was exhausted and ready to head upstairs, open a bottle of wine, and bid farewell to Valentine's Day at last. Finally, finally, I made enough money to pay the bills and pay my friends for their help despite their protests. But, unfortunately, Edward was the only one who had not returned from his last delivery to collect his pay for the day. So I figured I would give his money to Rose the next time I saw her.
Clearing up the last bits of fabric and flower petals from the table, I heard a knock on the store's front window. With a heavy sigh, I walked to the front. It was well past 9:00 pm, and I had stayed open later to accommodate any last-minute gifts, but I hadn't had a customer in a couple of hours. I was shocked to see a nervous-looking Edward standing at the glass door. His face lit up in a bright smile as soon as he saw me making my way to him.
Unlocking the door, I smiled as he stepped inside. "I'm glad you came back. I need to pay you for today."
Shaking his head, Edward responded, "not necessary I wanted to help. Think of it as a Valentine's Day gift to you." Then, looking around the shop to the back, he continued, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No, I was just cleaning up before I head upstairs to crack open a bottle of wine and relax. Thank you for helping out today. I'm sure you need to get to your girlfriend, but I insist you take something as payment."
Edward blew out a small breath like he was relieved, then smiled brightly again at me. "No girlfriend... But I have a couple of ideas that could be considered payment."
"Oh," was the only response I could get out as he stepped closer to me. Was he flirting with me? Does this insinuation of payment mean what I think it means? But, of course, I was reading this wrong; there is no way he would want to be with a 30-year-old divorcee. Right?
I swallowed audibly and stared into his bright-green eyes. "Wha-what do you have in mind?" A thousand scenarios rushed my brain at that moment, all of which involved him doing wicked things to me.
"The look on your face tells me that you know what I have in mind," Edward said coolly and licked his lips.
I could feel my face heating up. Here I was, a grown woman blushing like some crazed hormonal teen.
"Edward, I'm flattered, but you do know how old I am, right?"
"Yes, and what does that have to do with the fact that every time I've been around you, I've been fighting the urge to grab you up and hide you away until I've had my fill."
I was speechless as my brain scrambled to catch up to what was happening. My body moved on instinct and pure want. When our lips met, I could feel the heat and desire all at once. It was overwhelming.
Edward was the first to break the kiss. "Please tell me you want this?"
I stared dumbly for a moment until I reached up, bringing him back down to my mouth. "Yes, please," I breathed against his lips.
The next thing I know, I am against the wall with a hungry-looking Edward licking and sucking at my neck while simultaneously pulling at my clothes. I mentally high-fived myself for wearing my nice undergarments today. However, the chill in the air caused goosebumps as he pulled my t-shirt over my head and began kissing down my chest to my breasts.
As I stood there entirely bare, I felt no shame or apprehension, only lust as I watched him slide off his shirt and then pants. My eyes were drawn to his prominent erection, a breath catching in my throat, watching him remove a condom from his wallet and sheathing himself.
Before my brain could protest what was happening, he picked me up, and instincts took over. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and once we were connected, a sense of fullness replaced any doubts still lingering in my mind. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher to the edge with each thrust. I knew it wouldn't take long since I had not had sex in months. When my orgasm finally exploded, I could feel him tense and begin to pulse inside me.
Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly let my legs move to the floor.
A smile spread across his face before he asked, "how about that wine now?"
"You want to come upstairs?" I asked unsurely.
"The night is still young, and I haven't got my fill yet," he responded with a wink. "I still have plenty of ideas for payment."
I grabbed our clothes and tugged him to the stairs.
Tonight was shaping up to be the best Valentine's Day ever. I've heard young guys have a lot of stamina. I was ready to put that to the test.
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