Chapter 6 #2
She placed our pizzas on the table and went to the kitchen, rummaging for plates and cups while I got changed.
My body buzzed with anticipation, so when I walked back in wearing my PJs, instead of taking the seat next to hers, I sat in her lap, straddling her.
Naturally her hands gripped my arse as I let out a breathy moan.
‘I’m only hungry for one thing, V. Give it to me, please,’ I pleaded.
‘Oh, Sunshine, you never need to beg with me. Whatever, whenever. It’s yours.
I’m yours.’ Those words had me clenching my thighs around her, dragging her lips to mine, tangling my fingers in that soft hair of hers.
It felt like water running through my fingers; I wanted her but felt like I couldn’t fully grasp her.
Suddenly, we were up and moving across my apartment until I felt the plush blankets of my bed as I was thrown onto my back. I laughed at the sudden, playful jolt.
V took a step back, taking me in and licking her lips as she took off her red satin blazer and dropped it on the floor.
This woman must be rich if she could treat satin like that.
Slowly she undid her matching slacks, stepping out of them so sensually she gave my dancing a run for its money.
The only thing left was a white camisole and as she raised it I realised she wore nothing underneath.
No underwear: she was bare and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
V’s body was unlike any woman’s I had ever seen, and I had seen many in my line of work.
Where my hips were narrow, hers were wider but they tapered into thin legs that rivalled my own.
Her stomach was real, not the taut concave nonsense that us dancers slaved away at the gym to create.
No, there was something for me to grip and hold as petite as she was.
And those breasts were perfection; the way they lightly moved as her body did had me salivating, wanting a touch and a taste.
Though the most breathtaking part about her was the tattoos.
Under her clothes, you would never know that nearly every part of her skin that she could hide was covered in a patchwork of black ink.
I had never liked tattoos much, but here and now, they were the most attractive things I had ever seen on any person.
Climbing on top of me, she held herself there absorbing this minute in time, then she dived down, tasting my lips. I could never get used to the feeling of her tongue exploring my mouth—it was warm and sensual in all of the best ways.
Her hands found their way to my hips, gripping them on the edge of pain that was still pleasure, but so close to something more that it stirred something within me.
I wanted to be claimed by this woman. I had been with possessive men before, but this was different.
I felt wanted by V, not like my body was just a means to an end to satisfy some dark, twisted need for control.
With her, I felt in control, so to test that, I paused and pulled back, stilling her. Instead of continuing, she halted, looking at me and assessing what was wrong and what I needed.
‘Tell me why. Tell me why you want me,’ I breathed.
‘Because I want to unravel you. I need to understand the contradiction between that brilliant smile and those pained eyes. Because even though I barely know you, an instinct pulls at me to protect you, to make you happy because when you are, my God, do I feel it too. Because every look, touch and word from you turns my mind and body into molten lava. No one, absolutely no one, has made me feel a tenth of what you do. Because your soul calls to mine, and I know I can give you what you need, but more than that, what you deserve.’
That was enough and without much thought I plunged my hand down between her legs.
Instead of pushing me back and reclaiming control, she let me indulge in what I wanted and the feel of her slick wetness had me groaning in satisfaction.
Her words were one thing, but her body couldn’t lie; she truly did want me, maybe more than I wanted her, and that gave me the sense of safety I needed right now.
I could walk away, and I knew in my soul she would let me, unlike with Jason.
Her back arched as my fingers slid in and out of her. She leaned forward, arms shaking, as I brought her closer to a pleasure so rich it shattered her. I sunk my teeth into her neck and held them there, pressing harder and harder as she came closer and closer.
She panted wildly, breathing erratic as she lost her composure on top of me. She was mine. No one had ever been mine before; this was the first time I felt the power of owning someone, and I loved the thrill of it.
A more sinister part of me wanted to stop right now and leave her on the edge, but another part of me wanted to see what she looked like as she came apart for me the way I had for her in the Velvet Room.
The latter side of me won out as I slammed my fingers back into her and curled them, stroking the bundle of nerves inside her, over and over.
Her moan turned into a feral scream as her muscles tightened and the sound died out as the spike of pleasure continued to rock through her.
Then her body relaxed and sunk down onto mine.
‘Well, that’s a first,’ she huffed, catching her breath as she rolled onto her back beside me, staring up at the ceiling.
‘What is?’
‘No one has ever been able to give me an orgasm before. Not to mention, you’re the first woman I’ve ever been with.
You’re claiming a few of my firsts here, Sunshine,’ she said through a smile.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I looked down at her, trying to determine if what she was telling me was the truth, but there was no hint of a lie on her face.
‘I’ve never been with a woman either,’ I said, unable to hide the grin from my face as I noticed the shock on hers.
‘Well, you had me fooled. Those fingers seemed… experienced.’ She smirked.
‘Nope, just a natural.’ I batted my lashes as we fell into a fit of laughter.
‘Let’s see how I measure up, then shall we?
’ V breathed into my ear, pushing me down onto the bed as she moved herself between my legs.
Warmth enveloped my slit as her tongue dragged across it slowly before flicking across my clit, forcing my back to arch off the bed, chasing that caress before she dove back down, teasing me with slow strokes of her tongue.
A deep groan left her lips as she dipped her tongue inside me.
‘You taste like heaven, my little ray of Sunshine. I’ve never tasted anything better in my life.
I could bury myself right here until the end of time.
’ My fingers slid into her hair and pulled her lips over my clit, chasing more of that intensity.
She tried to swallow every drip of my wetness as though she was dehydrated and I was the first bit of water she had seen in days.
She seemed to get just as much satisfaction out of pleasing me as I did.
I rode her face as my hips bucked into her, chasing that high.
I felt nails pressing into my thighs as she buried herself deeper.
Insatiable with thirst, our eyes locked, and the fire in her gaze nearly sent me over the edge.
Just as I screamed the beginnings of an orgasm that was crawling up my spine, she stilled, pulling back.
As a whine escaped my lips, she plunged her fingers into me as she straddled my hips; her own hips moved in time with her hand as she ground against the air, feeling every moment of my pleasure as if it was her own.
Her left hand wrapped around my throat, pushing me into the bed and squeezing as her fingers slid in and out of me so fast I lost all sense of reality.
My hips stilled, no longer having to chase anything, because she was delivering exactly what I needed on a golden platter.
My insides clenched as I neared that edge once more.
‘Harder,’ I gasped through her hand, restraining my neck.
In response, she increased her rhythm, but I shook my head.
I wanted her to squeeze harder, to choke me so that every memory of passing out from my past could be erased and replaced by this moment with her, where it was my choice.
She responded in kind, keeping me on the edge of consciousness.
‘V, I’m so close.’ I pleaded—for what, I wasn’t sure, but instinctively I knew that she would edge me once more.
Ignoring me, she stilled again, pulling her fingers from me and releasing my neck.
As she looked at the panting, writhing mess I had become on the bed, locking eyes with me, she opened her mouth and sucked my wetness from her fingers.
Then, eyes closing, she moaned over the way I tasted.
‘What do you want, Sunshine? Tell me exactly.’
‘I want to come. Please let me come,’ I begged.
‘Such a good fucking girl.’ She smirked as she leaned forward, gripping my hair, pulling my head to the side.
As her teeth grazed over my ear, her fingers circled ever so slowly around my clit.
Electricity shot through me as I all but spasmed beneath her touch.
She kept her touch light and slow, mimicking the feather-light kisses she trailed down my neck.
Increasing the pace of her fingers, she dragged the skin of my neck into her mouth and sucked.
I lost control of my body and, instead of chasing that feeling, I found myself almost curling away from the sheer intensity of her thrumming over my clit in perfect increasing rhythm.
I lost the ability to think, speak or even moan.
My whole body was taut, coiling in anticipation, building with each trace of my clit as the pressure in my neck built and the cord snapped, shattering me.
As an ungodly scream ripped itself from my core, I braced myself against her body.
I hadn’t realised my vision had faded until suddenly I could see again.
Tears rolled from my eyes—unbidden—from such a pure pleasure I had never felt before as my skin vibrated over me.
My body couldn’t comprehend it, so I cried.
V kissed every tear that spilled from my eyes and licked her lips, savouring the taste of what she had done to my body and mind.
Rebuilding me in this moment as wholly hers.
We spent the next half hour in silence; I felt nothing but safety and warmth envelop me as she held me close.
She didn’t probe or push to know what I had been musing over or what had triggered the tears; she knew they weren’t from anything bad.
She had read me from the moment she met me.
She could see that it was my body not understanding how to process pure happiness that wasn’t tainted by anything else.
Tainted by that pain I carried, that she saw without having to dig.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when the sun rose, I sleepily blinked my eyes open. V was lying in bed watching me. Sunlight streaked through the large windows, making me squint.
‘This, right here, is what I want every day until my last day. My little ray of Sunshine, lying naked in the sunshine. You’re breathtaking.
’ Our lips collided and my sleepy limbs were a slow fumbling mess, pulling her closer.
I had never been treated like this by anyone and I loved it.
Being worshiped like this healed parts of my soul long forgotten.
‘Sorry morning breath. Shit, I have work, V. I need to get ready. I wish I could call in sick,’ I groaned. She kissed me once more, deeper this time, her tongue reaching every inch of mine. Clearly, she didn’t mind.
‘So call in sick.’
‘Absolutely not. My boss from the club got me that job and he is absolutely fucking terrifying. He’s a good man, don’t get me wrong, but he is not someone I ever want to cross, let alone disrespect by taking for granted the opportunity he gave me.
He vouched for me even when he didn’t know me.
A man like that values his word and reputation above all else.
I don’t feel like being skinned alive when I’ve just found so much to live for.
’ I beamed at her as the last thought escaped my lips unbidden.
V laughed but nodded, pulling me from the bed as she found her clothes. She’d likely heard the rumours about the man and family who ran this city.