16. VANESSA #2
His blue eyes become glassy as he holds my stare. “I had no idea. This poem meant so much to me. Now I feel a million times worse for all the things I did to you. Especially that ridiculous stunt at prom.”
I’m angry as fuck that Lydia lied to him, that she drove us apart, but I also hate hearing the sadness in his voice.
I close the distance between us and capture his face between my hands.
“I don’t want to think about the past, or all the moments that snake stole from us. I just want to be with you.”
He reaches for my face and rubs my cheek. “Same, kitten.”
Our mouths meet as we drop onto the mattress. The kiss is unhurried at first, but the fire between us can’t be contained. I fall on my back with Paris on top of me. His cock presses against my belly, already rock hard.
I open my legs wide for him, lifting my knees.
He releases my lips to continue his torture down my neck and then my chest. His large hand covers one of my breasts while his tongue teases my other nipple to the point that I’m begging for another release.
I’ve had fun in the bedroom before, but never in my life has a guy turned me on so much that I could orgasm without penetration or clit stimulation.
I didn’t even think it was possible until now.
“Paris, I need more.”
He lifts his sexed up face to look at me. “Me too, gorgeous. Where do you keep your condoms?”
“Nightstand.”
He doesn’t even need to move to reach the drawer. He pulls the box out and flips it over. Only one packet falls from it. We both don’t speak for a long stretch. Is he thinking about how often Ryan and I had sex?
“Well…” He picks up the condom. “I guess we have to make this last a really long time.”
“Fine by me. There’s no limit to how many times I can climax during one fuck.”
He watches me through narrowed eyes as he rips the packet open. “It’s okay, kitten. I have good stamina.”
My gaze inevitably drops to his erection, and a sliver of nervousness returns to my chest. We’re really doing this.
I never allowed myself to fantasize about sleeping with Paris, because I never thought it would happen.
I sincerely believed I had lost him to that leech forever. Now I’m terrified I’m going to suck.
He rolls the condom down his length and returns to his position between my legs. But before he lowers his body to mine completely, he rests his forearms on each side of my shoulders and really looks at me.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m giving you the chance to change your mind.”
“Paris…”
“I don’t want to mess things up between us anymore. I’m done hurting you without realizing it.”
My heart skips a beat. Here he is being one hundred percent Paris, something I thought I hated, and yet the butterflies in my stomach say otherwise. “The only way you can screw things up is if you don’t shut up and fuck me already.”
His eyes widen a fraction, and then he leans back and lifts one of my legs, setting it over his shoulder.
His fingers wrap around his shaft, then he pumps it a couple of times, not breaking eye contact.
The visual makes me hornier, so much so, that I bring my fingers to my pussy and play with myself too.
A groan comes from deep his throat. He places his cock right at my entrance, and says, “If getting railed by me is what you want, kitten….”
In one powerful move, he sheathes himself in me, making me cry out. He’s filling me completely, stretching me to the max. This isn’t my first time, but it feels like it could be. He rotates his hips without pulling back, letting me get used to his girth.
“How does it feel, babe?”
“Do you really want to know?” I peer at him through half open eyes.
He reaches over and rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “Yes.”
“I’m not sure. Move your hips again.” I give him a wicked grin.
Instead of gyrating his pelvis like before, he pulls back halfway and then slowly fills me once more. “Like that?”
I close my eyes and hum. “Yeah, like that. It feels good, real good.”
He slides his hand down my chest and grabs one of my breasts, kneading it as he proceeds to fuck me properly. Man, this is even better. I can’t concentrate properly anymore.
“Now it’s your turn,” I breathe out. “Confess.”
“I love fucking your tight pussy, babe,” he grunts. “Never had anything better.”
A shadow of doubt crosses my mind. Is he telling me the truth, or is that just dirty talk?
“I can tell by your face that you don’t believe me.
” He leans forward, keeping my leg firmly resting over his shoulder.
I’m lucky that I’m flexible, because he’s stretching me in more ways than one like this.
“I’m not lying, kitten. I swear to God.” He kisses me slowly, matching the tempo of his thrusts.
I throw my arms around his neck, needing him closer as I melt into the mattress.
There’s a sudden shift between us. The pace increases, our tongues dance together with more fury, more passion. The headboard bangs loudly against the wall, mixing with the creaking of the bed. We might end up breaking it, but I don’t care. The world could end, and I wouldn’t make him stop.
It’s fortunate our mouths are fused together when I climax, because it’s violent and earth-shattering, and it’d have screamed at the top of my lungs otherwise.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he says a moment later against my lips.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because I’m… motherfucker,” he groans, and pounds into me faster and faster. His cock thickens, grows harder, and pulses inside of me.
He slows down and rests his forehead against mine. His breathing is coming out in bursts when he says, “I couldn’t hold on any longer. That’s why I was apologizing.”
His confession makes me laugh. “Dude, you gave me the best orgasms of my life.”
He leans back and studies me. “Did I? For real?”
I nod. “Now get off me before you make the condom pointless.”
He kisses my nose first. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”
My leg hurts a little from being in that awkward position for so long, but I try to hide that from Paris. He slides off me and gets out of bed. It’s only then that I think of a reply.
Leaning on my elbows, I say, “So that means I’m always cute.”
He looks over his shoulder, and smiles. “You’re gorgeous.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks. Luckily, Paris heads into to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and I don’t have to hide my reaction from him. I collapse on the bed and stare at ceiling while sporting a grin that I’m sure is the goofiest ever.
Paris returns a moment later, and I have to force the smile from my face. I get off bed and veer to the bathroom to freshen up, kind of dreading the post-sex talk. But when I return to the room, he’s out.
I guess we don’t need to talk tonight. I slide in next to him and fall asleep so fast, I don’t have time to worry about tomorrow.