And while I wanted to spend as much time as I could with my son, I’m anticipating having Vanessa completely to myself. They’ll be no screaming monitors to stop me from doing exactly what I wanted to do to her this morning.
When we finally make it back, I get a fire going to warm the house while Vanessa changes out of her clothes and into something warmer. I have a coffee made by the time she comes out and the fire started.
“You work fast,” She muses with a sweet smile.
I lean back on the couch, “Come here.”
She’s changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater, her hair now down and flowing over her shoulders like liquid honey. Her freckles are one of my favorite features on her, but nothing can come close to how much I love to see her blush.
She closes the gap between us except when she goes to sit at my side, I grab her instead and pull her into my lap. She stumbles and catches herself, but I barely give her time to recover when I crash my lips to hers.
I kiss her until I can’t breathe, until it’s her filling my lungs.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I whisper, capturing her lip between my teeth.
“Do it again,” She breathes, leaning in for more. I’m more than happy to oblige. She maneuvers herself until she’s straddling my lap and I’ll be honest; I’m already hard. She rolls herself over the hardened length beneath my pants, grinding against it.
My hands cup her waist, keeping her pinned to me, her mouth moving over mine. There are not enough minutes in a day to quench my desire for her. Not enough seconds or hours or weeks to explore every inch of her, from the body that holds her, to the soul underneath.
“Kolt,” my name is a plea from her lips.
“I know baby.” I groan, lifting her until she’s on her back and I’m in the cradle of her thighs.
“More.” She gazes up at me, her eyes that molten color of gold as her desire masks her expression completely.
“I know you need me to fill you up baby,” I growl, trailing kisses over her jaw, and down her neck, hands going to the hem of her sweater to push it up and expose her. “Fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll remember is me, the only thing you’ll feel is me stretching you open and you coming over and over.”
“God, please,” Her head tips back as I kiss up her abdomen, pushing her sweater up further to expose her breasts, only covered by a thin strip of lace that does nothing to conceal the hardened peaks of her nipples.
“Are you praying to him, trouble?” I growl, biting one of those buds between my teeth, “Perhaps you should ask him for forgiveness.” I move my mouth to her other nipple, loving on that as much as I did the other, “Because what I am about to do to you is anything butholy.”
She groans when I push the lace away and lay my mouth to her sensitive bare skin. Her spine arches, searching for more.
“I was your first, trouble,” I move down her body, teeth grazing and tongue licking, tasting the salt on her skin, “I intend to also be your last.”
“There’s never been anyone else,” She gasps out as I yank at her leggings, dragging them down her thighs along with the lace panties she has on. But her words make me pause.
“What did you say?”
“I’ve only been with you,” she breathes, “Please don’t stop.”
I did not expect that. At all. Not that I expected her to have a whole list of new names, but I didn’t expect to still be the only one who’s experienced the perfection that is Vanessa.
I continue tugging down her leggings, “Look at the mess you’ve made, Ness,” I muse at her panties that dangle from my finger. She blushes which makes me grin and then I’m between her legs, worshipping her like she deserves. And fuck she tastes divine. She jerks under me, her hands going to my hair which she loosens from the bun I’d kept it in. She holds me to her as if I’d rather be anywhere else.
My tongue swipes over her, nipping and sucking until I focus on that sensitive clit at the top. I kiss it gently as one hand keeps her thighs open and the other slowly penetrates her. So damn wet and ready for me. But this isn’t going to be over in one or two or three rounds, I need her like I need air.
I have years’ worth to catch up on, years’ worth of showing her how much I’ve missed her and yearned for her. She’s a craving I haven’t been able to satisfy, a desire nothing has been able to fill.
I take my fill of her now, tasting her, letting the tremors of her body work through me as I wind her up and up, keeping her on the precipice until her fingers are clawing at my scalp and her muscles are so tight, she’s about to snap and detonate. I come away from her clit, looking up at her from between her legs. Wide eyes turn to me as I slowly insert my fingers, pumping them at a gentle pace, curling just right to hit that sweet little spot inside.
“You’ve been such a good girl all day, trouble, wound so tight you thought you were going to combust.”
“Yes.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I quicken the pace.
“So patient baby.”
“P-please,” She stutters.
