Valentine's Day- Tony & Tina's Pizzeria

"So, are you excited?" Sean asked me as I took another bite of my Vodka Sauce Pasta with Chicken.

Today was the big day. Valentine's Day. Since I've never celebrated Valentine's day before, it took a little convincing from Sean to get me to agree to let him take me out tonight. My one condition was that we'd go to my favorite restaurant.

He still couldn't believe that my favorite restaurant was literally a hole in the wall pizza place in the Bronx. What could I say? The food was delicious, it was family-owned, and it wasn't one of those stuffy restaurants full of uptight people trying to show off how much money they had.

We first came to Tony and Tina's Pizzeria after our return back to New York City. It was actually by chance that we even ended up in the Bronx. We were taking the subway somewhere on a date night and we were so tired that day that we both fell asleep. When he woke up, we were in the Bronx and very confused.

We decided to walk around for a little while and get something to eat, trying to make the most of it. That's when I pointed to this pizza shop and convinced him to try it. It became a frequent date night spot for us and he's grown to love it.

"Yes, I'm excited," I answered. Two of my paintings is going to be featured in an art show being held at the NYU campus in a couple weeks. I was honestly ecstatic; but I was also freaking out about it.

"And nervous?" He prodded.

I met his stare. I had to say, over the past six months, Sean was probably the one person who knew the real me. I started a relationship with my birth mother and estranged brother Michael, but it was different. Sean knew every little deep dark secret I had and it helped us grow closer. Well, he knew almost all of them.

"Of course I'm nervous," I replied with a sigh.

"Don't be. It's going to be amazing." When I rolled my eyes, he added, "Babe, I'm serious. You are a terrific painter and I'm not the only one who's told you that."

That was true. My art Professor told me a few times that I had natural talent and she had big hopes for me. She was the one who entered one of my paintings in the contest to make it into the art show.

When I noticed Sean start tapping his fingers on the table, I changed the subject. "Why are you nervous?"

He frowned. "Me? I'm not."

I arched a brow. "You've been tapping your fingers on the table since we got here. What are you anxious about?"

He let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

"Okay, well I'm done. Do you want to head to your place? I have a surprise for you." I said with a sultry smile. I actually bought a new lingerie outfit for tonight that I was excited to show him. It took me awhile to get used to that. Before Sean, I was never really with anyone else and definitely never wore lingerie.

The corners of his mouth turned up, "I won't say no to that."

We threw our trash away and started walking towards the nearest Subway when he suddenly pulled me to a stop on the sidewalk. "Wait," he said and I turned towards him. "I, um-- I want to ask you something."

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly having trouble trying to find the words to ask me whatever the question was. When his eyes met mine, dread ran through me. Oh, God...He wasn't going to ask what I think he was going to ask, was he? I mean we haven't even been together that long. That would explain why he's been acting weird all day.

"Will you--"

He couldn't even finish his question before a cab drove by, hitting a puddle and splashing us with disgusting street water. 

"Here's another towel, baby," Sean said as he held one out for me. After we got splashed by the foul-smelling sewer water, we headed back to Sean's house to shower and change. It took a good hour, but we finally got that terrible smell out. 

"Thank you," I replied as I took it from him. I glanced at my bag that I sat beside his bed. My bag that contained my new heels and outfit.

"Lydia, I was going to ask-"

"Hold that thought," I interrupted as I eyed the bag again. I had no idea what he was going to ask me, and I wanted to wait until after. I was nervous about his question and didn't want it to ruin the night. "I want to give you your present first."

A corner of his mouth lifted in a cheeky smile. "Oh, really? Can I have a hint at what it is?"

I pushed at his shoulder playfully and I felt my cheeks heat. "No! You'll find out in a minute. I don't want to ruin it." Besides, if I didn't do this now, I might talk myself out of it; and that was the last thing I wanted. 

"Fine," he sighed as he went and sat on the edge of the bed. He still had the towel wrapped around his waist as he leaned back, stretching out his arms behind him. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on what I was doing as I went to grab my bag. Especially when he was looking like that. 

Clearing my throat, I bent down and grabbed it. I squealed when Sean playfully slapped me on my ass; and I jumped up with a smile. "Stop that!" I backed away with the bag and giggled as I ran into the bathroom. I paused before I shut the door. "No peeking." 

He drew an X over his chest. "Cross my heart."

I let out a deep breath as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. "It's now or never," I whispered to myself. I opened the bag and took out the lingerie set and heels. It took me a little while to get the corset on by myself. Ellie had to get the laces just right for me in our dorm room before she showed me how to clasp the front. Once I got it on, I put on the panties. Okay...the crotchless panties. I still cringed every time I saw them. "Don't be a coward," I told myself.  

I slipped them on, followed by the garters and thigh-high stockings. I clipped the garters to the lace before I stared at the high heels. I wore them around my dorm room a few hours a day since I bought them. I had to admit, the more I wore them, the easier it got. Don't get me wrong, they were still a hazard, but I felt more confident than I did the first time I tried them on. 

After I took a seat on the side of the tub and put the heels on, I took a look at myself in Sean's large mirror. Okay, I had to admit, I actually liked how I looked. I quickly made my hair presentable and put on some light makeup. Nothing much; just some foundation and eye liner. Sean always said he preferred me without makeup and I didn't argue with that. I was never really a makeup girl, so that worked for me. 

"I'm waiting, beautiful," Sean called. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into the room. 

I barely made it a step and I froze. The sexy smile on his face vanished and his eyes turned dark and hungry. I didn't need to see under his towel to know that he was hard for me. All my nervousness vanished when he looked at me like that. I felt like I could do anything. It was one of the reasons I loved him. 

He got up from the bed and stalked towards me slowly. I felt his eyes on me as he took in my appearance. "You did this for me?" His voice was low and throaty. My body responded instantly. I felt myself grow wetter as he got closer. 

"I did this for us," I said quietly. 

He stood right in front of me and he reached out to trace the top of my corset. As he did so, he leaned forward and kissed my neck. "Do you know how sexy this is?" 

I shook my head. I never could speak when he did that, let alone anything else. 

He ran his hand down my body before he stopped at my thigh. I knew what he wanted and I widened my stance. Just as his finger stroked my entrance, I heard his voice in my ear. "You know, beautiful, I never thought I would be into heels like that." He slipped a finger inside me and I moaned as my wetness coated his finger. "But on you...it's irresistible. Fuck, you're so wet." 

My head fell back as he inserted another finger. "Sean..." I moaned his name, unable to think of anything but him and his touch. 

His thumb circled my clit and I gasped as I gripped his shoulders. "I want you so badly," he said against my neck.

"God, yes." 

He pulled his head back and met my gaze. "I want to try something different tonight. Something we haven't done before."

This was so...intimate. The way we were looking at each other as he continued to stroke me with his fingers. "What is it?" I finally asked breathlessly. 

His eyes ran over my body again. "I want to bend you over my bed while I take you." 

My eyes widened slightly. "Will it hurt?" I had never done that before and didn't know what to expect. 

"No," he said with a smile. "It will let me go deeper." As if to demonstrate what he meant, he delved his fingers farther inside of me until my nails dug into his shoulders. "Which will feel even better." My eyes slid shut and I knew I needed to answer him. "Are you going to let me, beautiful?" 

"Yes," I moaned. God, if he kept touching me like that, I was going to let him do anything he wanted. 

A breath of air escaped me when he withdrew his fingers. He gripped my waist as he crushed his lips to mine. He led me towards the bed, and I was surprised that I wasn't overcome with nervousness. As the kissing got heated, I pulled at the towel around his waist and it fell to the floor. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard length. He groaned as I stroked him, deepening the kiss, sucking on my tongue. 

Just as I felt him tense up from the pleasure, he pulled away from me. "Turn around, baby. Lay forward on the bed. 

My mind was on vacation somewhere and I didn't hesitate. I bent over the bed and shivered as he traced his fingers over by back and corset. I felt his hands wrap around my hips as his cock teased my entrance. 

"Ready, baby?" His voice was rough and scratchy. I could tell how bad he wanted this; how he must have thought about taking me like this multiple times. 

I nodded my head eagerly. I felt him slam into me with one hard thrust. My back arched as I called out his name in a loud moan. I never knew it could feel this good. As he continued to retreat and drive into me, I felt him deeper each time. I leaned up on my arms, gripping the sheets. 

"Fuck, Lydia. You're so amazing." 

I couldn't say anything as he continued to fuck me. Each time he slammed into my wet heat, I thought I was going to orgasm. "Faster," I begged him. I heard his dark chuckle as he quickened his strokes. 

"Look at me," he demanded and I did. I turned my head and our eyes instantly met. He leaned forward and took possession of my lips. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. This was all too much. 

The instant he reached his hand around me and stared rubbing my clit again, I exploded from my orgasm. I cried out as my body tightened around his. He continued his thrusting, which only pushed me into another orgasm. Now, it was his turn to lose control. I felt his grip tighten on my body as he called out my name and released himself inside me. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes; trying to catch our breath. When I felt him pull out of me, I stood up and turned to him. He kissed me softly on the lips. "I love you so much." 

"I love you, too," I said back to him with a smile. "Now, what were you going to ask me?" 

Some emotion I couldn't name flickered across his face. "Will you move in with me?"