Afterward, I help with feeding Ivy and then I relax with them in one of the upstairs rooms we decided to convert into a living room. By eight, Emma is asleep in her new crib and Fiona has retired to her room for the night. I find myself restless and missing Vanessa terribly.
Realizing there’s nothing stopping me from going to the cottage, I quietly leave the house through the back door. Outside, the moon is burning brightly surrounded by a thousand stars as if the skies are also celebrating Emma’s first night home.
I knock softly on Vanessa’s front door and seconds later, it swings open. Vanessa's face creases into a smile.
“I was hoping you’d sneak away and come,” she says. “Is Emma sleeping?”
“Yep, and so is Fiona. Ivy?”
“Long gone. The day was too full of excitement for her. She was dozing while eating her dinner.”
I sink into the couch and Vanessa comes and straddles me. She’s already changed into tiny shorts that don’t leave a lot to my imagination. My breathing changes from the moment she sits on me. I place my hands on her hips and I caress her skin unhurriedly.
“I told you things would work out and we’d get our own time as well,” Vanessa says.
I chuckle, remembering my worries that having two children between us would make it almost impossible to be together. “You were right. I enjoyed the afternoon, but I crave my time with you.”
Vanessa drapes her arms around my neck. “I do too and not just for your body.” She giggles.
“I don’t care what the reason is. I have no issues with being wanted just for my body.” I caress her inner thighs, close to the hem of her shorts but not touching it.
Vanessa visibly shivers and her chest rises up and down more rapidly. The atmosphere changes from playful to sexual. My hands make their way up, brushing against the bare skin of her arms and moving under her t-shirt to cup her breasts. She lets out a low moan as I rub her peaked nipples with my thumbs. A memory comes to me, and I let out a chuckle.
“Do you remember the first time we did this?” I ask her.
She smiles. “I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that I’d sat on your lap and let you touch me so intimately.”
My cock swells even more at the memory. “You were so wet,” I tell her. “I’ve never been with such a passionate woman.”
She pulls her top over her head and tosses it to the floor.
“Let me,” I tell her and reach around her back to unclasp her bra. It falls away revealing her full beautiful breasts.
I move her forward and then close my lips over one hard nipple. I suck it and swirl my tongue around it. Vanessa threads her fingers through my hair and makes music with her moans.
I groan as I’m bombarded by her lavender scent. Vanessa inches further up until she’s seated on my cock. I can feel the heat and wetness from her pussy through the material of her shorts.
“I wanted to fuck you so badly that day,” I tell her, my mind going back to the first time I’d held her in my lap.
“How?” she says in between moans.
“I wanted to have you stand and hold the back of the couch and take you from behind.”
Vanessa slides off my lap, leaving me feeling as if icy cold water has been poured all over me. She tugs her shorts down and steps out of them. My eyes widen at the tiny piece of material she’s worn as panties.
“Fuck, Vanessa, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” My hungry gaze takes in the swell of her pussy and the wetness of her panties.
She pulls them down as well and steps out of them. Then she lifts her right leg and steps on the arm rest, spreading her pussy for me to see. I almost choke on my own saliva at the sight of her gleaming folds. The sight is almost too much and my cock throbs painfully. I ignore it and move to the edge of the seat and spread her folds further with my hands, before tasting her with the tip of my tongue. I tease the opening of her pussy before pushing my tongue into her heated core. Vanessa lets me tease her for all five minutes.
“I want you inside, Logan. I want to feel your big cock inside me,” she says. “Just the way you described.” She moves to the back of the couch and bends over it, her hands on the top of it. She spreads her legs open and stares at me over her shoulder.
“Like this?”
I have a crazy woman and I love it. I give my cock a few pumps before guiding it to Vanessa’s entrance.
“Yes, you hot woman,” I tell her.