“He ate my ass like it was served as his last dinner.”

Tia leaned back in her chair, sipping the last of her champagne as she let the memory settle over her like the warmth of the candlelit restaurant. Across from her, her best friend Maya nearly choked on her drink, eyes wide.

“Bitch, start from the beginning,” Maya demanded, leaning in.

Tia smirked, letting the evening replay in her mind.

Valentine’s Day had started with a surprise, an Uber Black waiting outside her apartment, a note on the seat reading: Wear nothing under your dress. I want easy access.

She had followed instructions, her heart pounding the whole ride. When she arrived at the restaurant, he was already there, standing as she approached, pulling out her chair like a perfect gentleman. But his eyes, dark and hungry, and told a different story.

The meal was slow, decadent. His fingers traced over the inside of her wrist as he ordered for her, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. Under the table, his hand found her bare thigh, creeping higher, teasing, making her shift in her seat.

By the time dessert arrived, she was squirming.

Back at his place, things escalated fast. The second the door closed, he was on her, hands gripping her ass, mouth hot on her neck. He carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed like he’d been waiting all night to devour her.

And devour her he did.

First, his mouth was on her, tongue working slow, deep, dragging her to the edge over and over again. Then he flipped her, spreading her out like an offering, licking, sucking, until she was gripping the sheets, begging, losing herself completely.

By the time he finally sank inside her, she was wrecked—legs spread, body open, taking every inch of him with a needy gasp. He fucked her slow at first, making her feel it, making her want it even more. Then faster, harder, until all she could do was hold on and let him ruin her.

Tia bit her lip, coming back to the present.

“And girl, when I tell you he had me screaming? I mean, screaming.“

Maya shook her head, fanning herself. “Yeah, I need me one of those.”

Tia just smiled, swirling the last sip of champagne in her glass. “Trust me, sis. I ain’t walking straight today.”

Happy Valentines Day tribe.

Xoxo, Drea