Chapter 10 Vince #4
She turned fully to face me, hands gesturing with every word.
“Yes. My pillows, for one. I have three I love and one I need. My own satin sheets if I can sneak them into the bag. My tea, the exact blend, Vince, none of that hotel bullshit. And my charger. But not just a charger. My long one. The braided cord with the gold tip.”
I just watched her, something in my chest cracking at how fiercely she loved the little things. How she defended them like they were royalty.
“And my robe,” she added, “the blush one. My emergency chocolate tin. My silk eye mask. The real one, not the promo ones dynasties hand out at events.”
I was beginning to wonder what wasn’t a comfort item. Couldn’t help it but I almost smiled. The fact was, I could listen to her list forever.
She kept glancing toward the sunken bath. Then the skyline.
“And, my vibrator. Helps me sleep. See…I can be efficient too.”
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
The silence hung for half a second too long before she arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t have a response.
Because now all I could think about was her in that ridiculous robe, lights low, satin sheets tangled around her legs, one hand gripping her pillow while the other—
“You okay?” She tilted her head.
I cleared my throat. “Fine.”
“I’m going to regret asking,” I ran my hand over my jaw, “but why’s it your favorite?”
“It never disappoints. It doesn’t vanish for weeks and come back angry.”
That hit harder than I expected.
“Also,” she added, like she hadn’t just gutted me, “it’s waterproof. And bath compatible.”
“So,” I said, “Does it go everywhere with you?”
She looked over her shoulder, grinning. “Wouldn’t be my favorite if it didn’t. Travel-safe, discreet, loyal. I’m nothing if not committed.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Can’t just use… any one?”
She looked offended. “What do I look like? Some barbarian who uses whatever’s nearby? No. It has to be that one.”
“Absolutely not. They’re not all created equal. Some are too weak, some are tech-enhanced which is weirdly clinical—no thanks. And don’t even get me started on the ones with ‘personal assistants’ built in.”
My jaw tensed. “Meaning… voice commands?”
“Mm-hmm.” She leaned forward, clearly enjoying this. “It’s creepy. Who wants AI moaning encouragement while they come? Anyway. My favorite’s reliable.”
She turned fully, walking back towards me, letting her fingers graze my arm as she passed. “Jealous?”
“No.”
“You sound jealous.”
“I’m not jealous of an object.”
I was extremely jealous of an object.
She smirked. “Tell that to your jaw.”
I didn’t answer. I just stepped past her and turned the tap on the sunken bath. She looked down at the bath, then back at me.
“Wow. Is this you seducing me, Vincent?”
“Vince. And no. Just being polite.”
“You always run baths for your guests?”
“No.”
“Just me?”
“You’re not a guest.
“And pleasure,” I said, adjusting the temperature, “isn’t meant to be efficient.”
“It is for me.”
I straightened. “You just get it over with?”
“Sometimes.” Her smile widened. “Surely you don’t make it last when you’re taking care of yourself.”
I paused. Fuck. I left myself open for that one. I slowly looked her up and down. I sure as fuck, wasn’t subtle.
“Depends,” I said. “What’s on my mind.”
She moved then. Slowly. Stepping into my closer, her hand brushing mine.
“Like what?” she asked.
“If I answer,” I said, stepping closer, brushing her hair back. “you’re answering the same.”
She didn’t flinch and back away. Like I expected. Just smiled. “Fine. I’ll go first.” I didn’t expect that.
Her fingers slid up my arm. “I don’t think. That’s the point. I don’t want fantasy.”
All I could do was picture it. Fuck. I took a steady breath. Trying to act composed.
“But something makes you reach for it,” I hooked my finger with hers. “Tell me what.”
She was still looking up at me.
“Touch.”
“Keep going.”
Her voice dropped. “Touch. Sometimes voice. Not words. Just… the sound of someone. It’s about feeling. And maybe forgetting.”
“How often?” I asked.
Her lips twitched like she didn’t want to say it. “A lot lately.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Some touches are harder to forget. They stay with you.” She wouldn’t meet my eye. Not at first. I gently lifted her chin. Her eyes were hypnotising. “Is that so,” I murmured.
“You didn’t answer yet.” This time her tone dropped.
“The other month.”
She tilted her head. “What about it?”
“After you stayed. When you fell asleep in my bed.” I looked at her. “I couldn’t sleep. So I got up. Took a shower. Finished myself thinking about you. After that, become a pattern. Me jerking off. Thinking about you.”
She didn’t move. Her eyes widened just slightly.
“I picture all the ways that could have went. What I wanted to do. That’s what I think about.”
I reached for her shirt, tugging her closer. Gently brushing my fingers to the top button of my shirt. “Can I take this off you?”
Her breathing was sharper. Those beautiful innocent eyes staring up at me. Wrecking me.
She nodded, slowly.
“Words sweetheart, I need words.”
Because I needed to hear her tone while I read her body language.
Right now everything told me she wanted this. Regardless. I needed to hear it.
“Yes.”
I swear I forgot how to breathe. I paused for a moment, giving her a moment to change her mind. Instead, she leaned closer. I undid the buttons slower than I meant to, my hands gentler than she probably expected from a man like me.
I pushed the shirt back. Gently I kissed her shoulder, her neck. Small, reverent kisses, the kind that made her lean into me without thinking.
The shirt dropped to the ground. I had to close my eyes for a second. Oh fuck.
She was beautiful.
“God,” I kissed her collarbone soft, again, “you’re… breathtaking.”
The forced an uneasy smile. She was more nervous than she was letting on.
I didn’t waste my time. I pulled my clothes off, and then I scooped her up. Her legs went around my waist, her arms on my shoulders. Good. Exactly how I wanted her.
I stepped in carefully, lowering both of us until she was in my lap. She let out the softest exhale.
“Baby,” I murmured into her shoulder, kissing the line of her neck, “pleasure isn’t meant to be efficient.”
Her head tilted to side giving me more access.
“It’s meant to be enjoyed.”
My hands slid along her thighs under the water. I traced the outside of her hips. I couldn’t keep my hands off her even if I tried.
I leaned in, kissing her jaw. “Tell me if anything feels too fast.”
“It doesn’t.” She gently touched my arms. “It feels…nice.”
I let my other arm wrap around her. She melted into it immediately. And fuck. That’s what I wanted. She gripped my forearm under the water.
“You okay?” I whispered into her neck.
She nodded, then shook her head softly, flustered. “I’ve never… been touched like this.”
My heart stuttered. Not because she was inexperienced, because she trusted me with that. I pressed a slow kiss beneath her ear. “We go at your pace. Every second of this.”
Her thighs parted just a little more. Not much. But more. I nearly lost my mind.
“Baby,” I whispered, voice rougher than I wanted, “you don’t ever have to rush yourself for me.”
“I’m not rushing.” Her voice trembled. “I… I want to know what your hands feel like.”
Jesus Christ.
I slid my hand further along her inner thigh, slow, still not touching her where she needed, just letting her feel my presence, letting her decide if she wanted more.
Her back arched the slightest bit, her breath catching in her throat. I kissed her shoulder again, then the side of her neck, reverent and patient.
“Baby,” I murmured, “can I touch you a little higher?”
She didn’t speak at first. Her fingers tightened around arm.
“…Yes.”
I closed my eyes, grounding myself before I moved.
My fingers slid higher, touching her. She let out a soft sound, more exhale than moan, but it went straight to my dick.
Her head fell back, lips parted.
I was gone.
Completely gone.
“You’re doing so good,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. “That’s my girl. Look at you letting me in.”
Her fingers dug into my forearm under the water.
“Vince…” she whispered, voice trembling, “I… I want more.”
“Tell me how much, baby.” I only just gave her a little more pressure, barely anything. I held her tighter, breath shaking against her neck. Of course she responded to my voice. So fucking perfect for me.
“Just… touch me,” she swallowed hard. “Where you want to.”
My forehead pressed to her temple. I almost lost it. I let my other arm wrap around her ribs gently, anchoring her back against me. She melted into it immediately, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Sweetheart…” my hand glided slowly up her thigh again, “…I’m going to pick the pace up a little. Still, nice and easy, baby.” I kissed her jaw, “Not pushing sweetie. I don’t want this quick.”
I needed her to remember this moment. Ours. Next time she grabbed that vibrator I wanted this moment to replay.
She inhaled sharply. “Okay.”
That voice, trembling, went straight to my dick. I was already painfully hard.
I pressed a slow kiss below her ear, feeling her melt. “You’re doing so good for me,” I murmured. “Such a good girl.”
Fuck.
Why was she so perfect for me? How was I supposed to keep my control when she reacted like this?
“Yeah,” I kissed her jaw, “just like that. That’s it, baby.”
My thumb brushed her clit, curling her, while my fingers slid in and out of her beautiful pussy. I had to shut my eyes for a second before I lost it.
She whimpered, and it hit me so hard I groaned against her neck.
Jesus Christ.
“Fuck… you’re making me so proud, baby. Look at the way you react to me.”
Her hips gave the faintest roll, and my entire body tightened with lust. I stroked her again, just a slow, gentle drag of my fingers. Her head dropped back.
God. Fuck. She was breathtaking.
“Good girl,” I brushed my lips along her neck. Letting her feel how much I meant it. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Vince… it feels—God—”