I grinned at the memory. "And that feels like forever ago." She walked over to me and looped her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me, long and hard and deep.
My hands went to her skirt and pulled it up around her hips, finding white lace briefs. "Jesus, Vanessa. Please put some jeans on or something else I'll spend the whole night growling at anyone who comes near you."
"We're with your family. They're hardly going to come on to me. I don't think you have anything to worry about." Her hands stroked down my chest, one cupping my erection and then she kissed me again. I played with her nipples through her top, hearing her breath catch as pinched them.
"You want me just as much as I want you," I said, recognizing the pull of her body. "Be a good girl, take those panties off and bend over the bed so I can put my cock in you and fill you up." I pushed her panties to one side and found her wet and warm, pushing in a finger to check she was ready for me. Then I pulled away and smacked her ass, the moan that came from her making me harder still.
She slipped off the white lace, leaving her skirt around her waist and bent over the bed. I undid my fly and pulled out my cock, giving it a few rough strokes. She was turning around, watching me, her eyes dark with arousal. "This isn't the last time I'm going to have you today," I said. "Later, I'll take more time, have you naked and my mouth everywhere, but before we go downstairs I want you full of my come and aching between your legs."
"Fuck, Jackson," she said, her legs and ass wriggling. "How do you make me want you so much? If any other man said something like that I'd give him a black eye."
"Van, if any other man said anything like that to you, I'd give him more than a black eye." I ran my hand over her ass cheeks and then down the crack between them, spreading her wetness. I spread her legs, flicking my cock against her, hearing her moan as I moved it to her entrance, pushing in the head and then pausing, knowing how desperate she was getting as she tried to buck against me to force me in further. I laughed and smacked her ass again and she clutched onto the sheets.
"Are you going to come for me, Vanessa?" I knew the angle I was at would let me hit her g-spot and given how tight she was and swollen, she wasn't far off coming already. But neither was I.
"Yes. I'm nearly there. You and your dirty talk." She was breathless, the words barely comprehensible. "Jacks, please fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me hard."
I put my hands on her shoulder blades and lent down, pushing her into the mattress and then I thrust into her, hard and deep but slow. She started to whimper, a sound that had first worried me until she became coherent enough to let me know she was needing more not less. I pulled out almost all the way and the whimper became louder and then I thrust in hard and fast and then again, feeling her pussy begin to contract and her body buck.
"Good girl," I said, somehow managing to form coherent words. "You take me hard and love it, don't you?" She squeezed me again. I held her hips and began to move harder and quicker, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. I reached a hand under her to find her clit and began to stroke it, wanting her to come again. She turned around and looked at me, mouth gaping.
"Come in me," she said. "I need to feel you coming in me."
That was all it took and I exploded, her body contracting again, milking me. I collapsed down onto her, my lips on her neck, making my way round to her mouth so they couldn't utter the words I didn't yet want to acknowledge.
The kiss was soft as it often was after hard sex. Next time I had her I'd be gentle and take my time, go down on her and make her come over and over before coming inside her again.
"Don't shower," I said. "I want to know that I'm in you."
"Caveman," she said. "I'll smell of you."
"Good. But you won't. Marie fills the house full of scented candles as she's still paranoid about the stench of teenage boys."
Vanessa laughed. "Are you going to be able to leave me alone while we have dinner with your family?"
"No," I said. "I won't be rude and I'll let you be sociable, but I can't take my eyes off you at the moment unless I absolutely have to in order to look like someone who has their shit enough together to run a firm of lawyers."
I pulled out of her, aware that my come was running between her thighs. "Promise me you won't shower."
She sat up. "I won't shower. But I do need the bathroom. And I don't need you with me while I pee."
I sat down on the edge of the bed and unclenched my hands, trying to figure out why I was being so tense and territorial. My family, as crazy as they were, would've scared her off by now and even my dad could be trusted to make an ordinary impression. If he had any concerns about Vanessa he would mention them to me probably via Marie, and certainly not in front of her. I'd been seeing her a matter of weeks, although it had been intense and we'd spent more time together than apart, other than work. We'd both spend time with friends still and doing the things we'd have usually done so it was healthy.
Age? Was I at the point where I wanted to settle down with someone, have what my parents had? Or was it just her?
When she came back from the bathroom she had stripped of her skirt and hung it up in the wardrobe, naked from the waist down.
"You do need to put some clothes on," I said. "Although my dad probably wouldn't complain and Seph would be extremely pleased."
She laughed, fishing a pair of underwear from her bag. "I'll retain my modesty, thank you. What's going on in that head of yours? You look confused."
I figured that was the right word for it. "I'm sorry I was such a possessive bastard. I didn't mean to make you feel like I was marking you – if you need to shower, then do. I've no right to boss you."
She sat down next to me and kissed the side of my face. "Jackson, I only do stuff I want to do. If I wanted to shower, I would. If I didn't like how possessive and domineering you just were I wouldn't have come like a freaking train. In bed, in private, I like seeing that side of you because it makes me feel like I'm yours and I'm special. Don't tell me you've not been like that in bed with other women? You've not been saving your kink for me?"
I hadn't. Before Vanessa, I'd had a few girlfriends who enjoyed being tied up and using a bit of equipment nothing too serious. One in particular, when I was at university, had introduced me to the BDSM scene and although it wasn't something I'd fully embraced, parts of it I enjoyed. "No, but I've never felt serious about it." She laid her head in my lap, my hands automatically going to her hair, threading my fingers through it. "You need branding. And I want it to be me who does it."
"You know you have nothing to worry about, don't you?" She pushed her feet up on to the bed, long legs stretched out. I wasn't sure how was ever going to leave the room.
