Am I?I hadn’t even noticed.“Vanessa?—”
She covers my mouth with hers before I can finish whatever lie I was about to tell.Then suddenly I’m standing, lifting her effortlessly as her legs lock around my waist instinctively.Like muscle memory.Like coming home.
Her mouth stays fused to mine as I carry her toward the bed, lowering her carefully onto the dark sheets before straightening slowly above her.And the look she gives me then… God.She’s completely open, certain, and the desire in her eyes is crystal clear.It nearly destroys me.
I shrug my jacket off first, draping it neatly across the chair near the bed before reaching for the buttons of my shirt one at a time.Vanessa watches every movement.Every breath from her bursting out in a small pant.
The slow reveal of skin and scars and tattoos she once knew better than anyone alive.I slide the shirt from my shoulders before undoing my belt next, pushing my pants down and stepping free of them.Everything gets folded and placed on the chair.Everything controlled.
Even now.
Vanessa’s lips curve softly as she watches me.“You still fold your clothes.”
A rough laugh escapes me unexpectedly.“Habit.”
“No.”Her gaze drags slowly over me.“It’s who you are.”
And somehow hearing her say that feels more intimate than anything else tonight.The very fact that she knows me adding so much more to this moment.I prowl closer, every step measured and lethal, before kneeling between her thighs, fingertips ghosting over lace and skin and warmth.
I take my time relearning her.Remembering every inch of her as my mouth grazes along her collarbone first, then lower, kissing every inch of exposed skin like devotion instead of hunger.Though God knows there’s plenty of hunger too.
Vanessa’s fingers slide into my hair again, softer this time, her breathing uneven beneath me as I peel the last layers from her body on slow, reverent inch at a time.I want her to understand that she’s something precious.I can’t believe she’s something I once lost and can’t fully believe I’ve found again.
I drag my tongue over one of her peaked nipples before sucking it between my lips, my teeth pinching the tip as I flick my tongue over the hard bud.Her back arches off the bed, her fingers tangling in my locks as she pulls me tighter to her.
The mewl that vibrates up from her throat causes my cock to throb against my waist, and as much as I want to drive myself into her this very second, I’m not done exploring what I’d been missing for so long.
I switch to her other nipple, laving, sucking, tugging, her body a wriggling mess underneath mine.I release her breast and trail lower, over her stomach, swirling around her navel, and then even lower, until I’m on my knees, my head between her legs.
I place my hands on the inside of each thigh and spread her wider, and fuck if I almost don’t explode in that moment.Her center is so wet with her desire that she’s glistening.And her scent.It’s been over ten years, but it’s exactly how I remember.Maybe better.I lean forward and drag my tongue up the middle of her folds.I swallow, savoring the taste of her like a man who’s been denied entirely too long, and then return for more.
I settle in, letting my mouth do the worshipping my hands started.I swirl my tongue over her center, feeling her jerk against my hold.She tastes like sweet nectar and saltwater, intoxicating and perfect.My thumbs press into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, holding her exactly where I want her as I slide two fingers inside of her and begin to thrust, my tongue continuing to stroke against her hard bud.
"God, Vanessa," I murmur against her wetness.
She cries out my name, her hips bucking upward, chasing my mouth.I give her exactly what she wants, applying more pressure, sucking gently, relentlessly, until her thighs tremble violently against my cheeks.Her hands are in my hair, pulling, gripping, anchoring herself to me as she shatters with a breathless, high-pitched gasp.She rides the wave of her climax, her body bowing off the mattress, and I don't stop until the last shudder runs through her.
I don’t give her long to recover.I crawl back up her body, kissing the erratic pulse at her throat, her jaw, and finally capture her lips.She doesn’t flinch at the taste of her own release, and it drives me absolutely feral.I reach back toward the chair, fishing a small foil square from the pocket of my neatly folded pants, because even now, in the moment, I’m in control.
When I’m sheathed and I settle back between her legs, she reaches down to wrap her hand around my length, guiding me to her entrance.Our eyes lock.The look in her eyes reflects a raw, naked vulnerability that perfectly mirrors my own.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I push forward.She’s as tight as I remember, and her body stretches to accommodate me, slick and hot and welcoming.A guttural groan tears from my chest as I slide myself to the hilt.We both freeze.Neither of us moves; we just breathe, letting our bodies remember the exact, perfect fit of each other.
"You feel," she whispers, her eyes shining as she looks up at me, "exactly the same.No, no,” she shakes her head, “it’s so much better."
I capture her mouth in mine and start to move.Slow at first, sliding back until we're barely touching, then driving deep.Every thrust stripping away another layer of the control I’ve always attempted to cling to so desperately.
She meets me halfway, her legs wrapping around my waist, locking me in exactly like she did when we were twenty, but with an agonizingly beautiful urgency that belongs entirely to right now.
The rhythm shifts, becoming frantic, desperate.The bed protests beneath us, the sound echoing in the quiet room alongside the slap of skin and our ragged breathing until my control fractures.I’m not reverent anymore; I’m a starving man who has finally been given a feast.
"Look at me," I demand, my voice wrecked and barely recognizable to my own ears.
Her eyes fly open, dark and blown wide with pleasure."I'm right here," she gasps out, her nails digging half-moons into my shoulders."I'm yours."
Those two words snap the very last thread of my restraint.I pound into her, chasing the edge, blind and desperate.She cries out, the channel surrounding my cock clenching tightly around me, milking me, sending her crashing into a second, devastating climax.
Her release drags me right over the edge with her.I let out a rough shout, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I feel my relax explode, my whole body shuddering with the violent force of it.
