"You just like me because I call you, daddy," she mewled softly, and the instant she said it I took offense. I gripped her by both arms and held her back, giving her a stern look.
"Don't you ever think that." I shook her once, then said, "Don't you ever, ever think that I am only interested in your body. Youare brilliant and funny, and charming, and you have a backbone. You're strong and you?—"
Veda pressed a finger to my lips and halted me before saying, "But you do want me to call you Daddy, right?" The mischief in her eyes preceded a smirk, which was followed by her grabbing my tie and pulling me closer as she whispered, "I missed you too, Daddy."
A million words could not describe the way this woman made my entire body ignite instantly. All week all I could think about was getting to her, talking to her about us having a real relationship, and more than just sex. It consumed me so fully I thought I'd go mad trying to be patient.
Here standing in front of her, however, with the way she was looking at me with those seductive eyes, it was the last thing on my mind. That conversation became the thing I took for granted—that Veda and I were a match made in heaven. Because I could think of nothing more pleasurable to my entire being, body, soul and spirit, than to be buried inside her, becoming one flesh for as long as possible.
"You think it's funny to make an old man like me almost have a heart attack, young lady?" I smirked at her and backed her toward the couch, but Veda redirected her movement, angling her body so we were moving toward a door across the room.
"I'm so sorry for that… But you haven't been here in so long to keep me in line. I've gotten a bit rebellious." Her finger slid behind the knot in my tie and she started tugging, slowly undoing the knot. "If only I had someone to teach me to behave. You know… keep me in line?"
The rush of adrenaline was better than any high. My hands gripped her hips and I backed her toward that door even faster. She knew exactly how to play into the things that drove me wild, and she was really good at it.
"I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson then, aren't I?"
We stumbled through the open door, which she kicked shut behind us, and then she pressed her body against one wall. It was dark, the only light coming from a street lamp outside her window making stripes on the floor and wall and across her face.
I took one step and caged her in with my hands flat beside her head. “Rebellious, huh?” Using restraint around her was so difficult. I wanted to pounce on her and take my pleasure, but this back and forth was so intoxicating, driving me wild until my dick got so hard it felt like I’d split the skin.
She tilted her chin. “Very. Someone left me unsupervised for three whole weeks.”
“That's way too long.” I brushed my thumb across her lower lip. “And look at you. Dressed like you’re about to do laundry, still managing to wreck me.”
Her mouth curved. “You like the sweats?”
“I like what’s in them.” I slid both hands down the sides of her ribcage slowly, feeling heat through thin cotton. “But they’re in my way.”
Veda lifted her arms straight up without being asked—the universal signal. I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and peeled it upward inch by inch, exposing the soft curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, her fleshy globes with perky nipples. Whenthe shirt cleared her head she shook her hair out, dark waves tumbling everywhere.
I dropped the shirt on the floor and just gawked at her. I was surprised I didn't start drooling. She didn't need makeup or fancy clothes. Veda was a masterpiece in a messy bun and nothing but her birthday suit.
“Keep going?” she asked, voice teasing but breath catching.
“Well I wasn’t planning on stopping.” I hooked my fingers in the elastic of her sweats and froze, admiring her. Without the desire to pursue this and see where this relationship went, this would've been nothing more than raunchy sex. But all that emotion welled up inside me, making it a most intimate experience. It was almost spiritual.
Goosebumps rose across her chest. “You’re just going to stand there?”
“For a second.” I traced one finger down the center of her sternum, between her breasts, stopping just above her navel. “I missed this skin. Missed watching it turn pink when you’re turned on.”
She shivered. “I bet I’m pink everywhere right now.”
“Planning to check," I said, smirking, and I heard that breathy moan she let out as I dropped to one knee.
Her sweatpants sat low enough that the string was already half-untied. I tugged the bow loose with my teeth. She sucked in a breath. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and eased the fabric down over the curve of her hips. No underwear. Of course.
My god what was she doing to me?
The sweats pooled at her ankles. She stepped out, kicked them aside.
Now she stood completely naked except for the faint tan lines from last summer and the faint sheen of lust between her thighs.
I stayed on my knee, hands sliding up the backs of her calves, behind her knees, to her thighs. “Still think I only want your body?” I asked quietly. A man with a one-track mind cared very little about the pleasure of his partner. I wanted to pleasure her until my name was the only name she'd ever breathe again. And then I wanted to pleasure her again.
She threaded fingers through my hair. “You’re doing a very thorough job of proving otherwise.”
“Good.” I pressed an open-mouthed kiss just above her knee, then higher, inner thigh, slow enough that she started to tremble. “Because I’m going to take my time reminding you of every other thing I love.”
