“Come on, let’s get out of your way.” He stands and offers me his hand.
I gladly take it but want to double-check. “Are you sure it isn’t too early?”
“I’m sure. We should get home.”
Home.
I never get tired of him saying that.
* * *
The driveback to our house is quiet, as Vaughn and I sit in the back of the car since we have a driver tonight provided by the team. It’s the kind of silence that heightens the tension in the best possible way. A mix of revelation and passion.
Even when we say goodbye to April, as she watched her adopted niece, and head upstairs to check on Nora sound asleep, Vaughn and I can’t seem to shake the air between us, with a feeling that something is about to snap.
He quickly says he’ll be right back, and I walk to our room. The moment I begin to slip off my dress, the answer feels clear.
I smile to myself before I plant myself in a spot on the middle of the bed in only a bra and black lace panties. I shake my head to loosen my hair and look down to see that my cleavage is out of control, but that doesn’t matter.
Vaughn unknowingly walks into our room and stops in his tracks when he catches the view.
His brows raise from the unexpected, yet approval shades his face.
“We only have a few days left before the schedule goes haywire. Better make the most of it,” I say in a sultry voice that I make an effort to speak.
He begins to unbutton his dress shirt. “Oh really? Are you sure you want to do this, considering I have about a hundred ways that I could ravish you?” He throws his shirt to the side, and it lands somewhere on the floor. Doesn’t matter, as he’s slowly walking toward the bed.
I move to all fours and slowly crawl toward the edge of the bed, doing my best to make it as sexy as can be. “Well, we have a problem then, as I also have a hundred ways—well, eighty, but who’s counting,” I tease.
Vaughn stands next to the edge, reaching out to slide his hand along my back to my ass that he squeezes, and his breath turns to a hiss. “Isla, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You’ve mentioned before.” I push up onto my knees and peer up as I begin to work on his belt. “There is only one thing I’m craving right now.”
He combs his fingers through my hair softly before they increase to a more clawing nature to keep a hold on me. “I won’t deny you, that’s for sure.”
I feel a bashfulness take over me because something does freak me out, thanks to our daughter in the other room. "As excited as I am for this, this does kind of feel like losing my virginity again, except this time I know what I'm doing."
Vaughn chortles a sound. "Ah, yeah… I can imagine this is kind of a new realm."
I swallow. "Exactly."
"Well then, I guess I'm lucky to be the guy that you lose it for."
My mouth parts open, and I run the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip to the corner, showing him that I’m eager for a taste. The sound of his zipper that my fingers undo notifies me that I can have what I want now. Sliding his boxer briefs down, I flatten my tongue to show him right before I lean down to lick his hard cock.
He moans the moment my tongue traces his length. “Isla, you do a lot of things to me, but taking my cock like a good girl is hands down second best to being inside of you.”
Taking him deeper into my watering mouth, I only want to please him. The last time we were like this was before everything changed. Still, I refuse to cement us with only vanilla transgressions. That’s just not us, never has been.
My tongue continues to glide along his length while he groans a sound, with his eyes hooding closed before glancing down at my actions. I need to hold his hips as I take him deeper and don’t want to lose my balance. Bobbing my head, the palm of his hand on the back of my head pushes me forward slightly to ensure he hits the back of my throat.
I make a sound from the force and breathe through my nose, as it’s by no means a gentle lick of his tip. Yet I wouldn’t trade this for anything else.
“Such a good girl you’ve always been.” His hand sneaks behind to slap my ass once before he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my thong to snap once. I love his hand cascading up my spine until both his hands cradle my head. “As much as I want every last drop rolling down your throat, I need to come inside of you more. On your back.”
His demanding tone has returned, but it only makes me smirk. I begin to slide backward up the mattress on my hands, purposely taking my time and letting my foot slither up his thigh as Vaughn follows me by slowly crawling to hover over me. My head raises to ensure our lips can meet for a kiss, and he takes the opportunity of space behind me to unhook my bra.
Lying back down, I get comfortable with my head on the pillow. His mouth trails down my neck by skimming his lips then ghosting around my nipple. “Your tits have been driving me crazy.” His tongue darts out to lick a circle around my hard bud. I nearly whimper from the overwhelming sensitivity of it all. “I wish I could worship these more.”
