Chapter 181: Thanks For Accepting Me
She Climbed on top of Sean body.
Her hand found his cock and guided it to her pussy entrance , and she sank down on him with a sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her chest.
"I want to ride you again," she said. "But this time I want you to watch."
She started to move.
Slowly at first. Her hips rolling in a circular motion that made her gasp every time she came down. Her hands braced on his chest. Her breasts swaying above him. Her hair falling forward and sticking to the sweat on her neck.
"You’re so beautiful," Sean said.
She looked at him, and something in her expression flickered. "You mean that."
"I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t."
She increased her pace. Her breathing was coming faster now, her inner muscles gripping him with every stroke, and the sight of her above him— this powerful, composed woman who’d built an empire and hidden her hunger for twelve years— riding his cock with complete abandon was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.
"Tell me what you want," she said. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you to use me."
A sound escaped her. Half moan. Half laugh. "I’ve been using you since you walked into my store."
"Then don’t stop."
She leaned forward. Her mouth found his. The kiss was deep and wet and she bit his lip again before pulling back.
"Flip me over," she said. "I want to be on my stomach. I want you on top of me."
He did.
In one motion he rolled them both, her body beneath his, her legs spreading to accommodate him. She pressed her face into the mattress and arched her back, and he slid inside her from above, the angle tight and deep and completely different from everything before.
"Oh god," she moaned. "That’s so deep like this."
He fucked her slowly. Long strokes that made her gasp every time he bottomed out. His weight pressed her into the mattress, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear.
"You like this," he said. It wasn’t a question.
"I love it. I love the way you feel inside me. I love the way you fill me up."
"You’re so tight like this."
"It’s because you’re so deep. I can feel you in my stomach."
He reached beneath her and found her clit again. She was so wet that his fingers slid across it without resistance, and she bucked against him and cried out and came almost immediately, her pussy spasming around his cock in a way that made him groan.
"Don’t stop," she panted. "Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop."
He didn’t.
He fucked her through the orgasm and kept fucking her, his rhythm steady and relentless, and she was making sounds that were almost sobs now, her body completely given over to him in a way she’d said she hadn’t given over to anyone in twelve years.
"I want to be on top again," she said suddenly. "Let me ride you. Let me finish us both."
He pulled out and rolled onto his back.
She climbed onto him immediately. Slid him inside her. Started moving with a pace that was frantic and desperate and completely unguarded.
Her hands were on his chest. Her hair was everywhere. Sweat was running between her breasts and down her stomach and her thighs were shaking with the effort of riding him through what had to be her sixth or seventh orgasm.
"I’m going to come," she said. "I’m going to come again and you’re going to come with me. Inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel you pulsing inside me while I come."
"Look at me," Sean said.
She did.
Her dark eyes met his, and something passed between them that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with whatever had been building since the fitting room. That specific recognition of two people who saw each other completely.
"Now," she said.
She came.
And he came with her.
His hips bucked up into her as his release tore through him, his cock pulsing deep inside her while her pussy clenched and released around him in waves that seemed to last forever. Her head was thrown back. Her mouth was open. A sound came out of her that was his name and a moan and something wordless that was the sound of twelve years of control finally breaking.
She collapsed onto his chest.
They lay there for a long moment. Breathing. Sweating. Tangled together in sheets that were completely ruined.
Vanessa lifted her head.
Her expression was dazed. Sated. Still slightly disbelieving.
"I’ve never," she said. "I’ve never come that many times. Not ever."
Sean brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You were incredible."
"I was a mess."
"A beautiful mess."
She laughed. The genuine one. Still breathless. "You’re going to ruin me for anyone else."
"Good."
She looked at him for a long moment. Then she kissed him. Soft this time. Gentle. Nothing like the aggressive claiming in the entryway when the door first closed.
"We have a flight," she said against his mouth.
"We do."
"I don’t want to move."
"Then don’t."
She settled against his chest. Her hand over his heart. His fingers tracing slow patterns on her back. The amber light had shifted to gold and the street sounds were getting quieter and somewhere in the distance a church bell was ringing the hour.
"Two hours," she said.
"Plenty of time."
She smiled against his skin. "I’m going to want you again before we leave."
"I’m counting on it."
Her laugh was soft and warm and completely satisfied.
Vanessa’s breathing was slowing. Her body was heavy and warm against his, and the weight of her was something Sean filed away in the same place he’d filed the sound of her laugh and the look on her face when she’d said the truest thing.
"Sean," she said quietly.
"Yes." Said Sean
"Thank you." Said Vanessa
"For what." Said Sean
She lifted her head and looked at him. "For accepting my feelings"
He put his hand on her cheek and said "I should be the one thanking you for falling in love with me"
She held his gaze for a long moment.
Then she kissed him again.
This time it was slower. Deeper. Something building beneath it that Sean recognized even before she pulled back and looked at him with that dark hunger returning to her expression.
"I wasn’t joking," she said. "About wanting you again before the flight."
"I know."
"I’m just saying." Her hand was moving down his stomach. "So you’re prepared."
His dick was already responding. Already stirring against her thigh. Already proving her point about his recovery time.
She felt it and smiled.