Chapter 12 #2
This man was perfect.
And for tonight, he was all hers.
She moved forward and kissed him. He cupped her cheek while his tongue pushed forward into her mouth. He immediately took over the kiss, dominating it. She melted into him after he’d turned them around. They fell into the bed a tangle of limbs.
She arched into him, needing to feel his warmth and his hardness against her. His hands were steady and sure running over her body while his mouth kissed every square inch of her. He parted her thighs and lowered his head. This man never needed any encouragement or directions on pleasing her.
Tension swirled around in her the moment his tongue found her clit.
She was sensitive and jerked from the first flick of his tongue.
She was on the verge of tipping over into her climax.
She moaned and gripped the sheets while he devoured her.
His tongue slipped through her slit, tasting her before he pushed his finger inside her.
He latched on to her clit and sucked it like a man on a mission.
Her body shook with him fucking her slowly with his finger. He added another one, and she cried out his name.
“Vic!” She bit her lip and tried to remember that Kian was in the room next to them. Unlike Vic’s home, the walls here were a little thinner.
She reached out a hand and entwined her fingers in Vic’s hair while her hips undulated. She rose toward his tongue and face; he pumped those two thick fingers into her hot channel. Her breaths were coming fast, and she ground herself on Vic’s face.
“Take what you need, Tachina,” Vic growled.
He sank those fingers so deep. They felt damn good, but they had nothing on his thick cock.
She shook when he returned to suckling her clit.
He twisted those wicked fingers around and thrust faster and harder, sending her to oblivion.
Her muscles tensed, her pulse spasmed hard around his fingers, and she reached her climax.
Her mouth opened, but she held back the cry that wanted to shoot out of her.
Her body shook, the waves of the orgasm washing over her. Tears spilled from her closed eyes. The pleasure took control of her. Vic’s fingers stilled, remaining deep in her while he continued to tease and play with her clit. She was so damn spent from her release that she couldn’t even move.
Vic pushed her legs open wider, removing his hands so he could lick up all of the wetness that had slipped out of her.
Tachina released the thick strands of his hair and opened her eyes to look at Vic.
Their eyes met while his face was still buried between her thighs.
He gave her one last long lick of his magical tongue before he climbed over her.
Words weren’t needed. She felt this connection between them. She didn’t know what it meant, but she felt something was different between the two of them. Vic reached between them and stroked his long length, nudging her opening with the wide mushroom tip of his cock.
He sank inside her slowly, stretching her channel. She bit her lip and accepted him. Her breath snagged at the burning sensation from his wide girth invading her. He paused and dropped a kiss on her lips.
“Breathe, baby.”
She inhaled sharply when he sank completely all the way into her.
He gripped her thigh and brought it up high on his waist. He withdrew slightly and then sank back inside her.
The rhythm started languid and steady. Vic braced his hands on the mattress on either side of her head.
They had yet to break their eye contact from each other.
Her hips moved in rhythm with him.
Time stopped as they became one.
Moans floated through the air, gasps, soft cries as they took pleasure in each other. Vic’s eyes closed for a brief moment. His hips moved faster. His shaft plowed into her.
Hard.
Deep.
It was everything she needed.
Tachina’s body trembled from the delicious assault of Vic and his cock. His hips quickened until he was pounding into her. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, heightening her arousal. She held on to him, digging her nails into his skin.
“Tachina,” he groaned.
He rose and pushed her thighs wide and high. He rested his hands on the back of them and lost control. The new position sent him farther into her than before. It was all too much, and she sensed her next orgasm on the way to claim her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out.
She wasn’t sure what was going to happen after this night, but she was going to live in the moment.
Vic’s finger made its way to her swollen clit and strummed it.
“Come now, Tachina. Come on my dick,” he ordered.
Apparently, that was all it was going to take for her next climax.
She bit her lips then convulsed so hard around him that she almost felt as if she would pass out.
Vic’s low moan joined hers, and he pumped her full of his release.
He fell forward but caught himself before landing on her.
They lay together tangled, out of breath, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
After a few minutes, Vic rolled them to the side and brought her into his arms. She felt empty the moment he slipped out of her. She rested her head on his chest and tried to catch her breath. She didn’t know how long they lay there, but she didn’t care.
She didn’t want to move.
That was where she fell asleep.
Before she opened her eyes, she knew the bed next to her was empty. Her heart sank slightly. She didn’t know what to think. They’d made love three times last night before the morning. She glanced over at the bedside table. There was no note from Vic.
Just the lingering scent of him on her pillows.
She sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
It was then she remembered she hadn’t had a chance to wash her face and remove her makeup properly.
She ran her fingers through her hair and grimaced as she imagined what she must look like.
She pulled the covers over her naked body and appreciated the ache between her thighs.
Vic had taken her hard last night, and she was not going to complain one bit. She was pretty certain she had left a few marks on him.
She leaned over and snagged her house gown from the chair beside her bed. She slipped it on just in the nick of time.
“Mommy!”
She glanced over at the window. The early morning light shined into her room. Her son was right on time. He banged on her door and called her name again.
“Come in, baby,” she said.
The door flew open before she got the last word out. Kian came flying into her room, his curly hair standing on end, his eyes bright while he dragged his blanket behind him. He flew to her bed and climbed up on the mattress.
“Morning, big man.”
“Pancakes!” He giggled while he crawled over to her.
He launched himself into her arms. She fell back against the pillows with a laugh.
“Is that what we say first? I don’t get a ‘hi, Mom’ or a ‘good morning, Mom’? Just ‘pancakes’?”
She proceeded to tickle him, and he screamed to the high heavens. He tried to scramble away from her, but she wasn’t having it. She needed her early morning tickles and cuddles from her baby.
“Oh, no. Don’t leave now!”
She dragged him back to her and ticked his little stomach. His giggles were infectious. She smiled and loved this type of morning. She pulled Kian into her arms and fell back on the pillows and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Morning, Mommy,” he said. He was all smiles.
She grinned and popped another kiss on his forehead.
The only thing that would have made this morning better was if Vic was still here.
She glanced at the pillow where he’d lain last night.
A longing ache filled her chest. What would it feel like to wake up with him every day, have the kids run in the room to join them?
The fantasy brought tears to her eyes. She sniffed and blinked them away.
“That’s my big boy.”
He crawled out of her arms and grabbed his blanket.
“So, I take it you would like some pancakes for breakfast?” she said.
“Yes!” He bounced on her bed and waited for her to make her move. He paused and looked around the room. “Was Daddy here? I dreamed he was. He kissed my head, but when I woke up, he wasn’t there.”
A sigh escaped her. Vic must have checked in on Kian before he’d left. She smoothed down Kian’s curls.
“Well, maybe it wasn’t a dream,” she murmured.
“Why didn’t he stay for pancakes?” Kian asked.
Of course her child would be concerned about pancakes. Sometimes she thought he loved them more than he loved her.
“Should he have?” She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. The ache between her legs reminded her of her activities of the night. Before she headed down to the kitchen, she needed to relieve her bladder, brush her teeth, and wash her face.
In that order.
She’d take her shower after she’d fed her child. He wouldn’t let her rest if she didn’t.
“Yup. He loves pancakes. He said you make the best pancakes.”
She glanced at her son, and in that moment, she saw nothing but Vic. Kian had features from both of them, but right now, she saw Vic.
She smiled softly.
She had asked Vic for another baby.
She wasn’t supposed to be falling in love with him.