His kiss was a ful -on, ful tongue, we’re- going-to-have-sex-right-now kiss and I responded. I had no choice however if I was given one I’d have said yes.
He was al over me and it became clear very quickly he wasn’t in the mood for me to be al over him. I figured this out because he eventual y pinned my hands to the bed, his at my wrists and he did magnificent things to my mouth, neck and breasts with his mouth and tongue and, shockingly but very effectively, with his teeth.
When I was making noises I couldn’t control and struggling at his hands in order to touch him, he went lower, letting my wrists go so he could spread my legs then his mouth was there.
Yay! My brain screamed.
My hands slid into his hair, his hands tilted my hips and very shortly after I was panting, rocketing to Grade Ten with my entire body on fire and enjoying the ride.
“Vance,” I whispered, coming close.
He kept going and my rocket ride kept ascending.
“Vance,” I breathed before I hit the stratosphere, dazzled by the stars and Vance came up over me. I was stil flying high when he rol ed us, him on his back, me on top. He pul ed up my knees so I was astride him, came up with me and reached to the shelf, nabbing a condom.
“I’l do it,” I whispered, stil breathing heavily.
“Quiet.”
Obviously he didn’t feel like playing around. One second he was tearing the packet open with his white teeth, the next second he was inside me.
My head fel back.
He rol ed again, him on top of me but not for very long.
He kept my legs bent, lifted up his torso, coming to his knees, he pul ed up my hips and drove into me. The whole time he moved inside me, he was watching me and I was watching him.
Even though he was far away, the intimacy of our connection, the beauty of him, the way he was watching me with that fierce “mine” look on his face overwhelmed me and although I’d descended to a Grade Six or Seven after my orgasm, it started coming over me again.
It was helped when his hand took mine, moving it between us so I could feel him sliding inside me then his fingers pressed mine deep, just at the right spot and manipulated them. It didn’t take long before I let go, saying his name again.
*
While Vance went to the bathroom, I laid in bed thinking that I’d spend my newly-free evenings trying to learn how to knit so I could make Vance sweaters. I was mental y designing a sexy turtleneck when the alarm sounded. I rol ed over and slapped the off button, rol ed back and cuddled into the pil ows.
Boo said, “Meow,” which meant “Breakfast.”
“Not now, Boo, Mommy just had two orgasms. She’s recovering.”
Boo was not impressed with this new and unusual excuse and gave me a kitty pouty face.
Vance came back and curled me into his arms, ful frontal, thigh pressing between my legs so I was forced to wrap one around his hip.
“What was that?” I asked him.
“What?”
“What you just did.”
He grinned his shit-eating grin. “It was good morning.”
“Good” didn’t quite cover it.
He sure did “good morning” a lot better than me.
“Next time I get to pin your hands down to the bed and have my wicked way with you,” I said.
I wanted to try the teeth thing on him that was nice.
He didn’t answer but he looked amused.
“No, seriously. It’s only fair,” I said.
“You could try.”
Hmm.
He said, “try”.
Whatever.
I was feeling too mel ow to bicker.
“What’s on for your day?” he asked.
“First up, doctor’s appointment,” I started but Vance interrupted, the remnants of his amused look faded and his body got tense.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you goin’ to the doctor?”
“Um…”
“Are you okay?”
I felt that whoosh of warmth through my bel y at his concern and I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Yeah, we just need to discuss, erm…” Why was this embarrassing? He’d just had his mouth between my legs. I told myself to get over it and forged on. “Contraception.”
His body relaxed and he kissed my forehead. “That’d be good,” he said softly, “then what?”
“Work. I need to get to Fortnum’s, break it to Tex that his nights as a sidekick wil be short-lived. Then I’m going to the hobby shop and picking up a How-To-Knit Kit.” I didn’t know if there was such a thing as a How-To-Knit-Kit but I didn’t have time to wonder for long because Vance’s body started to shake with laughter.
“How to knit?” he asked, voice stil amused.
“Yeah, I’l need to do something in the evenings that doesn’t involve getting me kidnapped and other things that freak me out. I tried baking. That, as you could see, didn’t work. Now I’m going to try knitting.”
Knitting didn’t burn when Daisy came over to give you an impromptu facial and you forgot it so I thought it was a safe bet.
He rol ed into me so he was partly on top of me, partly at my side. He was shaking his head and he had that look on his face, the look that said I was too adorable for words.