9. Pearce #2
“You can work out inside the house. Put some headphones on and dance. Walk around the neighborhood. Get in that room and do a hundred jumping jacks,” I smiled as she groaned.
“I don’t know about all that, but I definitely need to start moving my body.”
“What are your plans for Florida?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Vanya bit her bottom lip as her gaze bounced around the room. “I’ve been too focused on hoping I even make it. But I was thinking of maybe taking an esthetician course. Learn how to do facials, waxes, massages, all that.”
“I could see you doing that.” I stared at her until her gaze landed back on my face.
She didn’t let it linger. I couldn’t tell if I made her nervous because she still couldn’t trust me or if it was another kind of nervous.
Either way for as long as she had to be with me, I wanted her to be able to relax her nervous system.
That wouldn’t be easy, but the more I showed her what I’d already said, she’d hopefully be good.
The cashier handed me our order, and I walked to the door and held it open for Vanya.
Since I wasn’t taking anymore contract jobs, I had more free time, so Vanya staying at my home wasn’t that much of an inconvenience.
Maybe it was because I had gotten used to living with someone but having her in my space wasn’t bad at all.
Even with my bedroom door closed, I heard Vanya scream.
I had never gotten out of bed so fast in my life.
The security alarm hadn’t gone off, so there was no way anyone could be inside the house.
I pushed the door open and rushed into the room.
Vanya was sitting up in bed with her hands covering her face.
I could tell by the slight movement of her shoulders that she was crying.
My eyes darted around the room, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Vanya. What’s wrong?”
Her shoulders stopped bouncing, but she didn’t uncover her face.
Patiently, I waited. After a few seconds, she uncovered her face and sniffed.
“I had a bad dream. It felt so real. I opened my eyes, and he was standing over me. In this room. I can’t live like this.
” She tossed the covers back and got out of the bed.
Vanya leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
“I may as well be dead. My life isn’t even my own anymore,” tears rolled down her cheeks.
I advanced toward her slowly. She wasn’t fully comfortable with me, and I couldn’t blame her, but I wasn’t going to just watch her cry. “Vanya.” I said her name in an assertive tone. “Look at me.”
Her gaze lifted, and she peered into my eyes.
“You’re here because it’s safe here. I can’t tell you not to be scared. You’re human, and you don’t really know me, but I told you I got you. I’m not a liar.”
Vanya’s chest heaved up and down. “I’m trying,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. “I just woke up with a feeling of dread hanging over my head. My heart won’t stop racing.”
Gently, I cupped her chin. She looked at me with tear filled eyes, and I spoke in a calm and reassuring tone. “I said I got you. I got you,” I repeated.
She continued to stare at me as her breathing slowly returned to normal. When her chest wasn’t rising and falling as fast as it had been, I used the pad of my thumb to swipe tears off her cheek.
“Just like that. Breathe,” I coached.
“I’m good now,” she attempted to reassure me, but I held onto her chin.
Taking advantage of her while she was in a vulnerable state wasn’t my intention, but the sexual chemistry was thick enough to cut with a knife. Leaning in, I placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. Vanya’s throat bounced as she swallowed hard.
“You want to me to sleep out in the living room to be closer to you?” I had yet to release her chin.
Vanya shook her head, and my brows hiked. “You good with me sleeping in my room?”
“I want you in here with me.” Her tone was confident. She sounded like she’d never been surer of anything in her life, but I was still skeptical.
“Is that what you really want?”
Never breaking eye contact, Vanya grabbed my free hand and placed it between her thighs.
She had on an oversized shirt, and she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I ran the back of my finger over her swollen nub as I snaked my tongue into her mouth.
She wrapped both arms around my neck as our kiss deepened.
I lifted her up, and her legs locked around my waist. Carrying her over to the bed with my hands cupping her ass cheeks, I never once attempted to break the kiss.
Just that fast it was like I was addicted to her lips.
When her back hit the mattress, only then did I take my mouth off hers.
Vanya eyed me hungrily as I pushed my pajama pants and boxer briefs down.
My dick sprang out like a Jack in the Box, and Vanya licked her lips lustfully.
It took me about four months to stop using condoms with Tasha, but I was on some real risky type shit on this particular night because I pressed my tip into her opening and pushed myself inside her snug walls before I could give it a second thought.
“Fuck,” Vanya whispered as she dug her nails into my back.
Her pussy fit my dick like a glove. Her walls were tight and moist. The light, clean scent that she wore along with her small, sexy moans had me stroking her harder and faster with each passing second.
“You let me put all this dick up in you, so that must mean you trust me, right?” I spoke into her ear as I sexed her, and I felt her body tremble underneath mine. “Huh?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I sucked her skin into my mouth and French kissed her neck.
Vanya hissed and cursed until I released her neck.
Pinning her arms above her head, I slowed my strokes down and snaked my tongue back into her mouth.
That must have been the winning combination because shorty came all on my dick.
It was my turn to moan while her pussy spasmed uncontrollably on my member, and she made a mess with her sticky essence.
From my shaft to my balls and even my stomach, her center let me know I had struck every nerve up in that pussy.
“Oh my God, Pearce,” she spoke against my lips and dug her nails deeper into my flesh.
“Turn around and lay flat on your stomach,” I instructed before pulling out of her.
Vanya did as I asked and gave me the perfect visual.
That ass sat up so pretty. I smacked the left ass cheek then the right.
The taps were hard enough to sting my hand.
Teasing Vanya, I ran my dick up and down her slick pussy.
When her hips lifted slightly off the bed, I knew she was anxious for me to get back inside of her.
I leaned down, so that my chest was on her back and placed a kiss on the nape of her neck. “You want this dick?”
“Yes,” she groaned in a pleading tone.
My lids closed, and I bit my bottom lip as I slid back into her.
Vanya felt too damn good. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she made me cum prematurely because I was backed up, and her shit was just that good.
I looped my arm around her neck and held her in place while I sexed her savagely.
The sounds of our bodies smacking together along with her moans filled the room.
When she came a second time, Vanya buried her head in the pillow, and her screams were muffled.
That was all she wrote because the tighter her pussy gripped my joint, I couldn’t hold back, and my seeds spilled into her waiting womb.
I was going to have to get her a plan B pill for sure.
“Shit,” I panted as my dick jumped inside of her. She felt so good I didn’t want to pull out. “You on birth control?”
“No because it’s been more than a year since I’ve had consistent or unprotected sex.”
“I’ll go get a plan B pill in the morning. I couldn’t pull out.”
Vanya nodded. When I pulled out of her, she didn’t move. Standing by the bed, I admired her body. When she noticed I wasn’t moving, she turned to look at me. “You gon’ stay in here, or you coming to join me?”
Vanya didn’t answer right away. We held eye contact for about fifteen seconds before she stood up and sauntered into my bedroom.