"I would've thought you were full after dinner and all that wine?" I stood at the end of the bed, my hand rubbing my dick lightly, her eyes glued to the movement. She shifted, coming onto her hands and knees and towards me, looking at my cock. She reached for me, but I stopped her. "Turn around," I said. "Stay in that position but face the headboard."
"I want to suck you off." She spoke quietly, as if someone else might over here. Had the house been full, as it would be in a couple of weeks, quietness would have been necessary. Tonight, not so, but I didn't think she was used to dirty words coming from her mouth.
"And I want to be inside your pussy," I said, my hand holding onto her tit. "I'll let you play with your clit while I fuck you."
I entered her hard, making her gasp. Her back pressed against my chest and she lifted her head, turning so I could kiss her and then it changed. The hard fuck I'd planned became slow and tender and we moved onto our sides. I angled her hips so I could stay deep, still managing to kiss her and held her close, one hand massaging her clit. Her hand stayed on my leg, her eyes looking at mine. I nipped her neck and felt her orgasm start, her pussy tightening and then I came deep inside her.
We stayed tangled up in each other, my cock softening inside her and come leaking out onto the sheets, but neither of moved or said anything. I hadn't experienced this before, whatever it was. I liked sex hard and rough and sometimes tender and slow, but it had never changed during its course. Today she'd been beautiful; kind and interested with my friends, accepting and caring of Max's need to intrude on our weekend and she'd clicked with Amelie, who was never the easiest person to gel quickly with. They'd been no sulking about Kirsty or office gossip, just an acceptance, and understanding.
"Can we stay like this forever?" she said, pressing further into me. "I don't want to move."
"We don't have to. In fact, we can stay until Monday morning if you want," I said, my hand combed through her hair, feeling its softness.
Vanessa turned onto her back so she could look at me and I immediately missed being inside her. She raised her hand and stroked my beard. "I love this," she said. "I'd never even kissed anyone with a beard before you."
I laughed, leaning up on one shoulder so I could look at her. "Can I pretend you'd never kissed anyone before?"
"I'm not sure I had." Her thumb circled around my lips. I bit it gently, keeping hold as she used it to pull my face to hers for a kiss. I didn't analyze her comment, filing it away for something to think about another time. "I have work to do tomorrow night and I need my laptop. I'm sorry, but..."
"It's fine," I said. "I have work to do too. I just wish we had more time together."
"This week will be better than last," she said. "I've no plans tomorrow evening after I've finished some proposals. Monday's clear too and I can tell you about the rest of the week but I'm now worrying that I'm going to suffocate you and sound needy."
Kissing her seemed the best answer, not a kiss that would lead to sex as I realized at that moment there was more than one kind; this one led to closeness. "I have a client thing Thursday. Let's make the most of this week then, as we know we'll be bombed out by work at some point."
She pulled herself out of bed, the wetness around the tops of her thighs catching the moonlight. "Bathroom," she said. "Back in a moment. You can have the wet patch."
By the time she returned I'd changed the bottom sheet, deciding that neither of us needed that. Vanessa curled up into me and I drifted off to sleep to the scent of her hair and softness of her skin next to mine.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Chapter Fifteen
Vanessa
"So, you're staying till Tuesday?" Sophie's tone asked a different question, one I chose not to acknowledge.
"Probably," I replied, folding a pencil skirt I knew was prone to creasing. "Unless work becomes horrific tomorrow night."
"That's three consecutive nights." Sophie sat on the edge of my bed and inspected my underwear, looking concerned. "We need to book a shopping date."
I ignored the implication that she disapproved of my bras and the lack of matching bottoms. "What's the matter with three consecutive nights?"
"You've known him less than two weeks."
"You knew Craig – or was it, Cade – all of two hours before spending the best part of last Easter weekend with him!" I reminded her. I still had the scars in my brain from having to listen to them for one night.
"I think it was Craig. That's different. I'm me. It's what I do in between husbands. You are Little Miss Steadfast and Deep. Pre-Richard the Dick you would never have stayed more than one night with a man without a contract."
"You make it sound like I use gigolos."
"I suggested to my PT that he could have a very successful career from being a male escort," she said thoughtfully. "However, we've gone from you having a fit of independence and a minor meltdown on Friday, to you spending two more nights together. What's your game plan, Van?"
"I really like him, and liking him is easy, Soph. I want to get to know him more and the sex is incredible..."
"To be fair, sex with the world's smallest penis would be incredible after living with Richard the dick for six years. He texted me an apology, by the way," Sophie said, making a very fair point.
"Was it sincere?"
