Chapter 14 #2
“You might want to wipe your hands off,” I say, voice rough. “And could you grab me a tissue?”
She turns to the side, grabs a few tissues, and hands one to me while she cleans her hands. When I’m done, she takes the tissue from me and tosses it away. Then she looks back over her shoulder, a slow, seductive smile on her lips.
“Are you going to take your shirt off? Or am I going to be the only one topless here?” she asks, a hint of bashfulness in her voice. The contrast hits me hard. Playful, but unsure. I smirk.
“What? Did I take it too far?” she asks.
“You’re not even close.” I sit up, pull my shirt over my head, and toss it to the floor. She doesn’t lie back down. She just sits there for a second.
Oh, shit. I don’t have a condom in here.
I stand, tug my pants back on. “I’ll be right back.”
She nods.
I hurry to my room, grab a condom, and rush back. When I walk in, she’s lying on the bed, scrolling on her phone, her sweater back on.
“Why did you put your shirt back on?” I ask.
She hesitates, then says quietly, “I thought you rushed out of here because you realized how bad of an idea this was.”
“I definitely don’t think that,” I say as I walk back into the room and lie down beside her. I take her phone from her hand, lean over her, and set it on the end table. When I pull back, she’s staring up at me, watching every move.
Lying there in the quiet, I realize how much this girl needs her insecurities and anxiety stripped away, even if it’s only for a few minutes.
“Vanessa, I am going to be completely honest. I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle you being here.”
She turns her head toward me. “Do you think I should stay with Gino or Uncle Kevin?”
“God, no,” I say quickly. “I mean I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle having you in my apartment and not being able to do everything I want to do to you.”
“Oh.” A faint blush creeps into her cheeks.
“I ran into my room to grab something.” I lean toward the end table on my side of the bed and pick up the condom. “This is what I got. I want you—slow, intentional, all of it.”
She hesitates, her eyes flicking to it. “That’s not a good idea. I think Gino would kill us both.”
“I don’t think he’ll have a problem with it.”
If she only knew—he’s trying to get us married.
I lean over and cup her face in my hands, kissing her slowly. My hands trail down her neck, then lower to her waist. I grip the hem of her sweater, pull it up and over her head, and toss it aside.
She rests her hand on my waist and lifts my shirt, a quiet invitation. I pull it over my head and toss it across the room, earning a small giggle from her. I lean back in to kiss her, then hook my fingers into her leggings and slowly pull them down.
I push her legs apart, taking a second to admire her long, toned legs. I kiss her right thigh, my hand rubbing over her left, and she squirms beneath my touch. A smile curves across my face.
I trail kisses up her stomach, then move to her right breast, taking her perky nipple into my mouth. She lets out a soft groan. My left hand finds her pussy, warm, slick, and waiting. I slide one finger inside her slowly, drawing out a moan as I move it in and out.
I switch to her other breast and add a second finger.
She clenches hard around me, her body betraying her completely. She’s right there. The broken, needy sounds slipping from her mouth tell me exactly how much she wants more.
I lift my mouth to hers and kiss her, deep and hungry, swallowing every moan she doesn’t get the chance to finish.
“Vanessa, you better come right now,” I grit through my teeth.
I move my fingers faster inside her, pushing her right over the edge. She breaks, her body tightening as she comes hard. I want her—now. I pull my fingers from her core, bring them to my mouth, and suck them clean.
She stares at me, shocked, cheeks burning.
“Sweet and warm,” I murmur. “Just like you.”
I bring my fingers to her mouth, the look enough. She hesitates for half a second, then opens her mouth and takes them, sucking softly.
“Good girl,” I say. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I shove my pants down and kick them off the bed.
My cock springs free, pre-cum beading at the tip.
I tear open the condom, roll it on, then climb over her, pulling her arms above her head and pinning them there with one hand.
I line my cock with her entrance, hovering.
Before I move, I look into her eyes, searching her face, making sure.
Then I ask quietly, deliberately, “Are you sure you want this? Say the word and I stop.”
“Yes,” she pants. “Please—”
That’s all I need. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to feel every part of me. I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips as her body relaxes around me, opening, taking me deeper.
I slide in a little farther, moving carefully, deliberately. I start to move, slow and controlled, my eyes locked on Vanessa’s as I read every breath, every reaction, making sure she’s right there with me.
Normally, I don’t think. I just act.
This time, I want to feel it. I want to remember every second. I start to pick up the pace, moving in and out of her, feeling my cock grow harder with every thrust. She moans louder. I want her screaming my name, telling me she’s mine, but I’ll wait for that. I want to hear it when she’s ready.
The faster I move, the harder it is to hold back. As the pressure builds, I drive into her harder, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. When my release crashes over me, I kiss her fiercely and let go of her wrists.
I pull out slowly, already craving her warmth. I strip off the condom and toss it in the trash.
I pull the covers back and wait for her to slide in. Once she settles, I move in beside her. Vanessa glances at me, uncertain.
“What?” I ask.
“I didn’t think you were staying,” she says quietly. “I thought you’d want to go back to your room.”
I turn toward her. “Is that what you want?”
“Not particularly.”
“Good. Then I’m staying in here tonight.”
She kicks the covers back, and I pull her against me. I fall asleep with a beautiful woman in my arms for the first time—and I already know it won’t be the last.