20. PARIS
PARIS
I’ve never gotten into position so fast as I do with Vanessa. I lie on my back and grab her hips while she hovers above me. Like any guy, I love a sixty-nine, but I can’t say I had many of those during my too-fucking-long previous relationship.
I lick her pussy before she can even get her hand around my cock.
I pay attention to her reaction, testing things out to see what she likes best. Her legs begin to shake, telling me I’m doing something right.
But when her luscious mouth wraps around me, I forget all about technique and let instinct take over.
I’m wild, out of control. My mind is scrambled.
I can’t think properly when her mouth feels like I’m actually fucking her pussy.
Damn it. My girl is good. My balls are tight, ready to explode.
I want to prolong this sweet agony, but Vanessa is merciless.
She sucks me harder while massaging my balls, and that’s my undoing.
I come hard, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth and grunting against her pussy.
She hasn’t climaxed yet, and that’s something I have to fix ASAP.
I dig my fingers deeper into her hips and alternate between fucking her with my tongue and flicking her clit.
She releases my cock and rests her cheek against my hip.
Sexy moans escape her lips, and it’s not long before she’s screaming my name at the top of her lungs.
I keep going, stopping only when her legs give out and she collapses next to me.
“Okay, I’m done for now, and we didn’t even need the condoms.” She laughs.
“Give me a few minutes.”
She rolls onto her side and props her head on her hand, elbow on the mattress. “The night is young, and our food is getting cold. There’s no hurry.”
“True, but any minute that I’m not touching you is a waste.”
“You’re sweet.” She walks her fingers over my thigh, getting closer to my dick.
It begins hardening again. “What did I tell you?”
“Well, if you insist.” She sits up and reaches for the one box of condoms that didn’t get pushed to the floor.
I link my hands behind my head and watch her get out one foil packet and rip it open. Her gaze meets mine, and a devious grin unfurls on her lips.
“What’s up, kitten?” I ask.
She rolls the condom down my shaft and then straddles me. “I’m riding you, cowboy.”
I grab her by the hips, positioning her better, but she’s the one who guides my cock to her entrance. Even with me wearing protection, her pussy feels fucking amazing. I’m already addicted to my girl, and we’ve only just begun.
Flattening one hand on my shoulder, she gyrates her pelvis slowly, torturing me in the best possible way. I want to control her movements, make her go faster, but at the same time, I like watching her take charge.
I cup one breast instead and tease her nipple with my thumb. She closes her eyes and moans while moving her hips faster.
“You like that, babe?” I ask.
“Yes,” she hisses.
Her pleasure makes me grow harder. She leans forward, bracing both hands on my shoulders while she rises as high as she can before slamming back into me.
She’s too far from me though. I want to taste her.
I reach for the back of her head and bring her closer so I can claim her mouth.
She can’t move as fast in this position, but I don’t care. I need to kiss her.
She leans back a little and looks into my eyes. My heart beats faster, and it has nothing to do with what we’re doing in bed. It feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest from pure joy. I cup her cheek, and her eyes go soft.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing. Just drinking you in.”
She caresses my lips with her thumb, which proves to be too much temptation for me.
I grab her wrist and suck her finger into my mouth.
A shuddering breath whooshes from her open lips, and she tightens around me.
We begin to move again—I can’t help but piston in and out of her, even though she’s on top.
The rules are out the window. When it comes to making my girl feel good, I won’t play fair.
We’re both taken over by desire, lost in a fog of lust as we chase our orgasms. I don’t know anymore where I end and she begins.
At one point, I flip her over so I can fuck her hard while kissing her senseless.
She bites my lower lip before she gasps in pleasure.
I follow her a moment later, shaking from head to toe as the release overcomes me.
I’ll never get tired of this. Never.
* * *
It goes without saying that the takeout food I brought is already cold. To be fair, I could skip dinner and the movie and spend the whole damn night in bed with Vanessa, finding new ways to make her come.
She decides to use her crutches in the house again, after I offered to carry her everywhere.
An offer that was self-serving, because I’ll take any opportunity to touch her.
It seems that, now that I’ve allowed my feelings for her to come to the surface, I want to compensate for all the years I pretended they weren’t there.
In the kitchen her attention zeroes in on the food containers, but I nudge her toward the high stool. “You sit your pretty tush there while I warm up dinner, honey.”
“How house-wifey of you, darling.” She smirks.
She still has the glow of someone who was properly fucked, and my plan is for her to always have that post O-town look.
It’s crazy how I went from wanting to remain unattached for years after Lydia to thinking of ways I can see Vanessa every day.
We both have crazy schedules, so the likelihood of that being possible is slim.
“Do you need anything?” she asks, bringing me back to the here and now.
“What?”
“You have a dazed look on your face, as if you’re lost. The plates are in the cupboard behind you.”
Shit. I didn’t realize I spaced out. “Yeah, plates would be helpful.”
I focus on getting the food ready and try to not to mind-wander again. There’s no point worrying about things that we can figure out as we go.
“This is surreal,” she pipes up.
I glance at her with an eyebrow raised. “What is?”
“You standing half naked in the middle of my kitchen, prepping dinner.”
My lips curl into a crooked smile. “I’m only half naked because you made me put on my jeans.”
“And that was me compromising. Do you know how tempting it is to watch you move around without a shirt on?”
I face her and give her an unobstructed view of the goods. Her eyelids drop a little as fire crackles to life in her gaze. The attention makes me grow hard again, and I forget about dinner.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll bend you over that counter and have my way with you.”
She stretches her arms over the hard surface and bends forward like a cat, giving me a better view of her glorious tits. “Is that so?”
“Don’t tempt me, kitten,” I growl.
“Oh, I’m not tempting you. I’m daring you.”
I set the plate in my hand near the sink and reach her in three long strides. She lets out a little squeak when I pick her up from the stool and do exactly what I promised—bend her over the counter. Keeping one hand flat against her back, I unzip my jeans.
“I shouldn’t have let you convince me to put these back on,” I tell her.
“The important thing here is that I didn’t.”
I spread her legs before shoving my hand under her long T-shirt. Motherfucker . She’s not wearing underwear. I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back, while I bring my lips to her ear and my fingers play with her wet pussy.
“You’re one filthy kitten,” I whisper.
She moans, “If I’m filthy, it’s your fault.”
Her reply is like a shot of libido down my cock. I like the idea that I’m the only one who turns her on like this. I shove my hand in my front pocket and fish out the condom I put in there, then ease back so I can get it on as fast as I can.
Vanessa looks over her shoulder and laughs. “You have a condom?”
“It pays to be prepared, babe.” I roll the protection down my shaft, and then make her lie flat over the counter once more. “About your dare—last chance to change your mind.”
“Never.”
“That’s my girl.” I slam into her, sheathing myself to the hilt, and the world ceases to exist again.