My Funny Valentina by Kelly Curry Read Free Book Online

embarrassment had risen on Stash’s sculpted cheekbones that had grown steadily darker as she’d reeled off one zinger after another at his expense.  Until after a bawdy monologue speculating how his male appendage held supernatural powers surpassing even those wielded by Zeus’s powerful thunderbolt, he’d been unable to hold back any longer.  Pumping his fist in the air, he’d cheered her on, roaring with laughter louder than anyone else’s in the club.
    He’d bustled her out of the club when she’d come off stage to loud applause, driven at warp speed to her gloomy garden level apartment in Skokie where they’d made love for the first time.  Valentina had admitted to him first, in a small, somewhat scared voice that she was still a virgin.  I was a wild child in every aspect of my childhood – except for that one...  
    He’d seemed a little shell shocked at first by her admission, but looking back she knew Stash had been the perfect first lover.  What every girl should have.  So tender at first, taking things nice and slow.   Showing her things about her body, she’d never known.  Letting her learn his body also as though teaching her Braille – the taut feel of his muscles clenching, shuddering under her fingers...the hoarsening of his voice as he muttered encouragement...listening to the changing tenor of his groans...
    T hen his tight control had unraveled – and it had all gotten even better! 
    A wild, unbridled coming together with Stash’s mouth and tongue creating powerful magic between her thighs before he’d slid on protection with shaky hands, then driven his hard, pulsating length into her, bringing her to a shivering orgasm while she’d still been gasping, reeling and quivering from their first shared release. 
    I n the sultry afterglow, Stash had nuzzled her neck with that magical, talented mouth of his whispering, ‘I think I’ve gone and fallen for you, my funny Valentina.’ 
    Valentina had moved her things into his luxurious Gold Coast apartment in a soaring building off ultra-exclusive Michigan Avenue a few wonderful weeks late, the lake the city was famous for, shimmering in shifting blues and grays outside the walls of plate glass windows.  Things had just gotten better and better between them until the day almost a year later, when they’d been lying in bed – done in by another bout of their rollicking lovemaking, Val splayed out on top of him with a muscled chest serving as her bulked-up pillow.
    ‘ Valentina,’ Stash had whispered into the darkness, a hand gliding through the tangled coppery waves of her hair.
    ‘ Hmmm,’ she’d murmured dreamily, still afloat in the lingering sweet percussions of pleasure, her cheek brushing across the whorls of dark hair grazing his chest.
    ‘ I want you to know,’ lifting her face to his with a thumb he’d placed beneath her chin, ‘that you...’ he’d allowed a dramatic pause at her expectant look, ‘ complete me...’
    They’d stared at each other for a moment, simultaneously bursting into a fit of loud laughter after his utterance of the clichéd movie line.  Not to be outdone, Valentina had countered with her best Julia Roberts. ‘But I’m just a girl, lying here on a boy,’ she’d blinked down at him with a cloying gaze, making her mouth wide and mobile as possible, ‘asking him to... schtup ... her!’
    S norting a laugh, Stash had volleyed, ‘Valentina, silly, Valentina – don’t you know love means never having to say you’re horny?’ 
    Valentina had given a few hoots of high-lar-ious hilarity.  Loving their game, loving the witty, brilliant, beautiful man she played it with.   She’d come roaring back, Scarlett O’Hara style. ‘As God is my witness, I’ll never be horny again.  Never!’ She’d declared shaking her fist in the air with all the overwrought passion of a starving southern belle.
    Stash had broken out a passable Bogart next, tilting back an imaginary fedora on his head of jet