Chapter 27
Sven
twenty-seven
. . .
She stares at me for a few minutes. Blinks.
And then she bursts into peals of laughter.
And I smile, because I did that. I made her laugh.
Vanessa shakes my hand, then pulls me into her, until she’s wrapped up in my arms again. Holding on tightly, I breathe in her light floral perfume and close my eyes. This is—I could do this forever.
“I really like you.”
My breath catches. It still doesn’t feel real.
And when her hand slips off my chest to trail down my stomach, I almost stop her. This is perfect as it is.
But when she wraps her hand around my cock and gives me a slow, firm stroke? Yeah, I like this, too.
Her lips meet mine on a sigh, and as she winds her free arm around my neck, I cup my hand over hers and tighten her grip around my throat.
Vanessa’s eyes fly open. “You like this?”
She flexes her fingers.
My cock jerks in her fist.
She smiles.
“I guess you do.”
Crushing my mouth against hers, I try to wordlessly show her exactly how much I do like this. My hands travel up her sides to her breasts, covering the firm flesh, my fingers stroking the underside of her breast in a feather-light touch.
She inhales sharply.
So I do it again.
Her nipples are firm, tight pebbles against my palm and I grind down with pressure, massaging the swell of her breasts. My thumb slips down and I tug.
Vanessa’s hand tightens on my throat. She’s not choking me—I can still breathe—but the slight constriction is heady and powerful.
I nudge her hand away from my cock. She lets out a disappointed noise, sliding her hand lower, cupping my balls. Her hand is sticky with pre-cum. The sensation of her slick fingers wrapping around my balls makes my eyes flutter shut.
She tugs.
My cock jerks against her wrist.
She slides two fingers beneath my sack, to rub against my perineum.
I bolt upright as a wave of heat threatens to overtake me. I had no idea I was so sensitive right there — it’s a completely different kind of toe-curling stimulation when she does it than when I touch myself there.
And as Vanessa smirks up at me, I have a feeling she knows exactly what she’s doing.
While I’m up, I squirm away, and she immediately releases me. I wiggle my way across the bed to the nightstand and from the drawer I pull a box of condoms and some lube.
Vanessa peers at the box curiously.
“What?”
“It’s not opened.” She looks at me. “How long have you had them?”
“About twelve hours.” I glance at the clock. “Okay, closer to fifteen. I picked them up this morning.”
She smirks. “Oh? Thought you were getting lucky tonight?”
With a shrug, I tear open the box and rip off a foil square, tossing the rest of the box back into the nightstand. “I was hoping.”
Her face splits into a wide smile. “Me, too.”
I pause. It takes me a second to figure out if she’s making fun of me. But the longer I watch her face, the more I’m able to recognize the genuine happiness in her voice.
Vanessa takes the condom from my hand, ripping it open. She puts the latex circle on the head of my dick, and as she rolls it down my shaft, her grip is tight and firm, the pressure excruciatingly perfect. She reaches for the lube and this time I take it away from her. Slicking my fingers, I reach for the apex of her thighs and slide two fingers inside of her.
Her eyes flutter shut. She’s slick and wet, but a little extra lube is never a bad thing.
I keep a quick, powerful pace, circling my thumb against her clit. She gasps and arches against me, pushing her pelvis into me. I bring her to the edge.
And then as she goes tense and her walls start to flutter, I stop.
Vanessa opens her eyes to glare at me. “Excuse me. What are you doing?”
“Oh? Did you want to come?” My smile teases my lips.
She arches her back, thrusting against my fingers. “Yes.”
“Oh, okay then.” I slide my fingers from within her. Even though I already know she tastes incredible, I can’t resist the urge to lick my fingers clean.
“Sven.” She huffs out a breath. “You’re being mean.”
Rolling onto my back, I pull her with me until she’s sprawled on top of me, her smaller body a pleasant weight on top of mine. Almost like my weighted blanket. Except better, because we’re both naked, and she smells and tastes amazing, and…
Vanessa rises up onto her knees. She grasps my cock and puts the tip at her entrance. My hands move immediately to her hips.
I expect her to go slow. I expect her to tease, to take her time.
What I’m not expecting? Her to slide down onto me, the slick glide of her cunt around me so fucking perfect I lose my breath and all ability to think.
She fucks herself on my cock until I’m as deep as I can go. Planting her hands on my chest, her nails curling into my pecs, Vanessa lifts up and sinks back down. My eyes roll back into my head. She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis.
As I move my thumb to rub her clit, she inhales sharply and then clenches around me. I urge her up, thrust up into her. She grunts. Her nails dig into my pecs in a sharp-sweet bite.
Urging her down, I splay my hand on her back, and she folds down until her chest is pressed to mine.
When her skin touches mine, it’s like every nerve ending lights on fire—in the best possible way. I feel safe and seen, like she can see inside my soul and see the truth of who I am. There’s an incredible intimacy in knowing the way someone moves and tastes and feels. It’s not awkward in the slightest as we try new angles and rhythms. It’s… comfortable.
This is what I’ve been looking for and never been able to recreate.
And reality? It’s so much better than my memory of the last time we were together.
A part of me worried I was too caught up in the fantasy for this to work. I didn’t want to hyperfixate on a memory that was faulty from the beginning.
But this—we’re good at this. It’s like there’s a lock inside my chest, and she’s the key that clicks into place.
I don’t need her. I can survive without her. I’m a whole and complete person even without a partner.
But I don’t want to do this without her.
And as I thrust up into her and my hands trace her smooth skin, I know that this is it for me. This is what I’ve been searching for. My body buzzes with overstimulation and it’s difficult to focus on any one thing.
Vanessa kisses me, her mouth hot and needy, and I return my attention to us and what we’re doing. She feels amazing, her greedy cunt welcoming me eagerly. Her hand is on my throat, not exerting pressure, just resting there, letting me know she could if she wanted.
And I think I want her to.
Working my hand between us, I touch her where we’re joined. Her breath catches. I urge her upright again, then lean forward to fuse my mouth to her tit, laving on the pebbled nipple with my tongue. I bite gently on the sensitive bud and suck away the sting.
She comes with a cry, her fingers spasming around my throat, and that’s all I need to let go. Her slick channel clenches around me. My thrusts become erratic as I chase that high. Pleasure shoots up my spine and I erupt, releasing into the condom.
Vanessa slumps against me, her arms loose around my neck. Rolling her onto her back, I deal with the condom and then pull her into my arms. Her head pillows on my pec, her fingers tracing the divots of my abs.
“I forgot,” she says, breathing hard.
“What did you forget?” I catch her hand with mine, bringing her knuckles to my lips, then tuck her palm against my chest.
“How good this can be with the right person.” She swallows, looking up at me. “With my forever person.”