The corner of my lip curls upward. “You gettin’ shy on me now?”
I’ve seen every inch of this woman in some manner or other. I’ve sucked her breasts and fingered her sweet center. I’ve tasted her and swallowed her moans, but we have yet to cross a certain line and I’m happy to keep both feet planted on one side of it if it means I can keep touching her in other ways. Keep holding her close.
Last week, I told Vale I didn’t think we should continue seeing one another. But a week without her has been torture. And I’ve thought a lot about what she said. How I did the best I could, after making one of the worst decisions of my life. I couldn’t ask Stone to forgive me, but I needed to forgive myself. I needed to finally face the future more than focus on the past. And while I’ve been coasting these last twelve years, I’d like to really swim. Move forward. Move on.
And I want to do that with Vale.
Like I told her, I don’t know what that will look like.Howto make us work. But there’s nothing I want more than to try. I could speak to Stone, like I offered. Or she can talk to him first, giving him fair warning. I’d been impulsive once before around a Sylver, but I’m not going to be reckless again with one.
I’m not giving up on Vale and me. Not without a valiant fight.
In answer to my question about her shyness, Vale tugs off the sweatshirt she wears, revealing a light pink bra. She shoves down her leggings, exposing a matching set of panties. I’d ask ifshe wore the set for me, but she didn’t know I’d be here tonight. I didn’t know I’d be here either until I couldn’t take one more lonely night without her.
“Does it make you feel sexy to wear such pretty things?” I tip my chin, acknowledging her silky attire.
With a gleam in her eyes, she says, “I want you to make me feel sexy.”
Fuck yes. Recalling her words earlier—herreverseof words—I say, “Can’t say I’ve ever had a woman tell me so boldly what she wants. It’s hot, Bee. Very hot.”
She already pushed my shirt off downstairs, so I step out of my jeans, leaving on my boxer briefs. We remain feet apart, staring at one another, taking each other in, and I inhale the first real breath I’ve taken in a week.
God, I’ve fucking missed her.
I’m also a little bit scared. Frightened for Vale. Afraid for me. I’ve never felt this way before. This desperate pull to look at her. This constant desire to touch her. And I don’t see a way of giving her up.
Our future might be uncertain, but I want a future with no one else but her.
She’s stolen my heart; we can continue to share stolen moments as well.
I step toward her while she steps toward me and our mouths meet again. The kiss is hungry. Open lips and seeking tongues. I cup the side of her neck and her hands land on my shoulder blades, pressing me closer to her.
Vale backs toward her bed and then breaks the kiss, scooting up on the mattress and climbing back on the bed. I follow after her; a worker bee chasing his queen, eager for her attention. Vale falls back against her pillows, and I reach between her legs, pushing aside the thin scrap of fabric over her center.
“Can’t decide between stripping you bare or leaving all this on? You’re so beautiful either way.”
There’s something equally sexy about hidden parts as there is about revealing ones. The swell of her breasts just above the cups of this rosy silk. The tease of her sex soaking the thin strip at the apex of her legs.
As my fingers enter her, Vale tips back her head, her lids fluttering shut a second.
“Talk dirty to me again, Bee,” I tease, struggling with all I want to say to her and hearing all she said earlier to me. “Tell me how you feel. What you want.”
Her eyes ping open.
“It feels so good when you touch me. Like no one ever has,” she admits.
“And no one else ever will.” I can’t fight the declaration. I want to be the only one to ever touch her like this, ever please her.
Vale cups the back of my head as her breath hitches. Her hips rock, responding to my touch, my fingers deep inside her. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I watch as her eyes glaze over and her mouth falls open.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she finally admits. She doesn’t mean only sexually. Over the past months, all the texts and phone calls, the open conversations and unspoken ones, have brought us closer together. Closer than I’ve ever been with anyone.
With every catch of her breath, I feel Vale drawing near the brink.
“Take your dick out. Let me see you touch yourself.” The bold command has me choking a second. We’ve done this before. Performed for one another, watched each other, but something about tonight feels different.
“Let me see you.” Her gaze holds mine as I push down my boxer briefs with one hand and grip my hard shaft. Vale tilts her head, watching me stroke myself while I finger her.
“Cort.” She’s so close and I can’t wait to feel her come in my hand. “Fuck me,” she whispers.
