Chapter 32
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[Cort]
N ever had an invitation been so sweet, nor had I expected to hear it a second time.
Following Vale to her bedroom the first time I made a house call was like an out-of-body experience.
I’d walked the halls of this house thousands of times but always stopped at one particular bedroom door.
My best friend’s.
Just like the last time, I breeze past that doorway, and head to the final room.
On that other night, Vale was mumbling under her breath about never sneaking boys into her room before, and as much as I wanted to remind her then that I am a man, Vale is well aware of that point by now.
When she walked through the house, locking doors and turning off lights before climbing the stairs tonight, I had a strange sense of doing this every night with her.
Maybe not in this house, but mine .
Once we reach her bedroom, Vale remains silent.
The space is tight. Her double bed takes up most of the room along with a slim dresser and a wicker chair in the corner.
“Having second thoughts?” I ask as she stands near the foot of her bed, still not speaking.
“Just seems so strange, right? You in my room. After all this time.”
The corner of my lip curls upward.
“You gettin’ shy on me now?”
I’ve seen every inch of this woman in some manner or other.
I’ve sucked her breasts and fingered her sweet center.
I’ve tasted her and swallowed her moans, but we have yet to cross a certain line and I’m happy to keep both feet planted on one side of it if it means I can keep touching her in other ways.
Keep holding her close.
Last week, I told Vale I didn’t think we should continue seeing one another.
But a week without her has been torture.
And I’ve thought a lot about what she said.
How I did the best I could, after making one of the worst decisions of my life.
I couldn’t ask Stone to forgive me, but I needed to forgive myself.
I needed to finally face the future more than focus on the past. And while I’ve been coasting these last twelve years, I’d like to really swim.
Move forward. Move on.
And I want to do that with Vale.
Like I told her, I don’t know what that will look like.
How to make us work.
But there’s nothing I want more than to try.
I could speak to Stone, like I offered.
Or she can talk to him first, giving him fair warning.
I’d been impulsive once before around a Sylver, but I’m not going to be reckless again with one.
I’m not giving up on Vale and me.
Not without a valiant fight.
In answer to my question about her shyness, Vale tugs off the sweatshirt she wears, revealing a light pink bra.
She shoves down her leggings, exposing a matching set of panties.
I’d ask if she wore the set for me, but she didn’t know I’d be here tonight.
I didn’t know I’d be here either until I couldn’t take one more lonely night without her.
“Does it make you feel sexy to wear such pretty things?” I tip my chin, acknowledging her silky attire.
With a gleam in her eyes, she says, “I want you to make me feel sexy.”
Fuck yes .
Recalling her words earlier—her reverse of words—I say, “Can’t say I’ve ever had a woman tell me so boldly what she wants. It’s hot, Bee. Very hot.”
She already pushed my shirt off downstairs, so I step out of my jeans, leaving on my boxer briefs.
We remain feet apart, staring at one another, taking each other in, and I inhale the first real breath I’ve taken in a week.
God, I’ve fucking missed her .
I’m also a little bit scared.
Frightened for Vale.
Afraid for me. I’ve never felt this way before.
This desperate pull to look at her.
This constant desire to touch her.
And I don’t see a way of giving her up.
Our future might be uncertain, but I want a future with no one else but her.
She’s stolen my heart; we can continue to share stolen moments as well.
I step toward her while she steps toward me and our mouths meet again.
The kiss is hungry. Open lips and seeking tongues.
I cup the side of her neck and her hands land on my shoulder blades, pressing me closer to her.
Vale backs toward her bed and then breaks the kiss, scooting up on the mattress and climbing back on the bed.
I follow after her; a worker bee chasing his queen, eager for her attention.
Vale falls back against her pillows, and I reach between her legs, pushing aside the thin scrap of fabric over her center .
“Can’t decide between stripping you bare or leaving all this on? You’re so beautiful either way.”
There’s something equally sexy about hidden parts as there is about revealing ones.
The swell of her breasts just above the cups of this rosy silk.
The tease of her sex soaking the thin strip at the apex of her legs.
As my fingers enter her, Vale tips back her head, her lids fluttering shut a second.
“Talk dirty to me again, Bee,” I tease, struggling with all I want to say to her and hearing all she said earlier to me.
“Tell me how you feel. What you want.”
Her eyes ping open.
“It feels so good when you touch me. Like no one ever has,” she admits.
“And no one else ever will.” I can’t fight the declaration.
I want to be the only one to ever touch her like this, ever please her.
Vale cups the back of my head as her breath hitches.
Her hips rock, responding to my touch, my fingers deep inside her.
Pressing my thumb to her clit, I watch as her eyes glaze over and her mouth falls open.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she finally admits.
She doesn’t mean only sexually.
Over the past months, all the texts and phone calls, the open conversations and unspoken ones, have brought us closer together.
Closer than I’ve ever been with anyone.
With every catch of her breath, I feel Vale drawing near the brink.
“Take your dick out. Let me see you touch yourself.” The bold command has me choking a second.
We’ve done this before.
Performed for one another, watched each other, but something about tonight feels different.
“Let me see you.” Her gaze holds mine as I push down my boxer briefs with one hand and grip my hard shaft.
Vale tilts her head, watching me stroke myself while I finger her .
“Cort.” She’s so close and I can’t wait to feel her come in my hand.
“Fuck me,” she whispers.
I stare down at her, pliant and pleased, melting beneath me and squeezing at my fingers inside her.
With her pretty eyes staring up at me, she adds, “I mean it, Cort. I want to ride your cock, slick it with my?—”
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing down her dirty commands, living out the fantasy in my head.
Her sweet pussy wrapped around me.
Her legs hitched over my back.
Vale pulls back. “Now, Cort. Please . I want to come around you.”
“Fucking dream,” I mutter, as my thumb moves faster, and my fingers deeper, while I’m tugging at myself.
Vale reaches for my wrist, on the arm holding myself.
Then she’s shoving at my forearm of the hand between her thighs.
With her legs spread wide, slick and dripping from her center, she begs me again.
“Please, Cort. Inside me.”
Vale and I have already discussed our sexual history.
How long it’s been for each of us.
How safe we’ve always been as well.
I know she’s on the pill for her periods.
She knows I had a vasectomy in my mid-thirties.
“Are you sure?” I question one more time because there will be no turning back.
Once I go bare inside her, I’ll never want anything else.
I’m already certain of how this will feel, how this will change everything.
Vale already has her hands on my hips, guiding me to lower between her thighs, and I grip myself once more to line up with her.
She’s so wet, I easily slip forward, gliding into her depths until we’re as close as we can be.
“Sweetness,” I choke out, desperate to move, to unleash what’s been held at bay for too long, but also holding still, needing a second to catch my breath.
“Move,” she softly commands .
Rocking her hips, Vale unleashes on the first stroke of my cock.
Pulling back and thrusting in again, she comes around me in a sudden burst. Her fingertips dig into my ass and her mouth hangs open, moaning my name as I surge inside her.
Back and forth I go, coating myself like she asked, feeling her clench around me.
Too fast . We’re moving too fast, and it’s been too long, and within seconds, I’m on my knees, pulling her lower half up my thighs and hammering into her, going off like a dormant volcano as I bury myself to the hilt.
Vale chuckles beneath me while we’re still connected, and I fall forward, catching myself on my extended arms. While most men wouldn’t appreciate such a reaction from the women they just had sex with, I embrace the crack in the tension.
“We’re quite a pair,” Vale teases.
“High excitement,” I remind her, how we’ve been riding the accelerator for a while now.
“High intention,” she adds.
We’d been focused only on each other, only on what we were doing, and how it felt.
“My intention . . .” I tease, lowering to kiss her nose.
“Is to do that again, in about a half hour.” I’m going to need some time to recover.
Only as I remain inside Vale, she clinches, and I find I’m still hard.
“Vale,” I whisper, surprised myself.
Hastily, I pull out of her and reach for her nightstand.
“Where are they, Vale?”
“Where are what?” she asks confused.
“Your toys.”
After a hesitant look, Vale points toward the second drawer of the stand.
Buried beneath notebooks and a soft set of lingerie, I find what I’m looking for.
With her still on her back, I climb over her again and set the tip of a clit vibrator against her .
“It’s new,” she chokes as the vibration hits her just right.
She stutters in ecstasy as she explains, “It’s called a Cliterature Stick.”
I don’t care what it’s called as long as it gets her off.
Adding tease to torture, I set my dick at her entrance, holding steady as I regroup, and Vale grows wild and hungry again.
“Got another one for me.” It isn’t a question.
Vale’s been giving me doubleheaders for weeks, and now that I’ve had a sense of what she feels like wrapped around me, I want to feel it again and again.
Hard once more, I glide into her, where she clenches around me while the vibration continues to tickle that sensitive nub on her.
“Oh God.” Vale’s eyes roll back, and she whimpers at the sensation.
Inside and out, she’s a bundle of nerves.
“Pure honey gold,” I hiss, slipping through her folds and pulsing beneath the squeeze of her heat.
The vibrator brushes against me as well, adding a strange new kind of stimulation.
But my focus is all on Vale.
How she clenches around me.
How she’s slick from this additional touch.
We take a little longer this round while still racing the clock.
Vale eventually screams my name, squeezing her thighs around mine, and dragging me over the edge with her.
“Holy shit,” I holler, surprised myself, but loving it.
Loving every minute of her wrapped around me, holding me inside her, soaking my cock.
Loving her.
I collapse on top of her a second, before rolling us both to the side, keeping us attached.
“I could sleep for a week like this.” While my heart is racing, I’m spent.
My arm lies loosely over Vale’s waist, but she nestles closer to my chest and purrs.
“I like the sound of that.”