Sleeping beside Vince always helped me rest so much better than when I was alone. He made me feel safe and comfortable. At least, he did before this change between us happened. Now I wasn’t sure how to feel. I didn’t know how to approach it or what to say.
Before I had the chance, Vince closed the space between us and yanked me hard against him. His mouth crushed down on mine for a hard, intense kiss. I wasn’t sure what revved this up inside him, but I wasn’t going to stop him.
His body molded over mine, insistent and pressing, like he couldn’t be close enough, couldn’t be clear enough that my body was what fed his soul. I stepped back to gain my footing and found my feet dangling off the floor as his arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled into the kiss and felt his tongue slide between my teeth. Slowly he turned, carrying me weightless and effortlessly to the bed, and laid me gently down on it. I expected him to pounce on me, to ravage me like he had done before, but there was a pause. A shift in the mood of the room, and I held my breath as he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes burning into mine with a patience and hunger that gave off as much heat as the summer sun.
Vince reached for the buttons at the top of his shirt and undid them one at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. I scooted back on the bed, letting my hair fall over the lush pillows, but made no move to undress myself. He was putting on a show, and I had every intention of watching.
When the last button was undone, he moved to his wrists, releasing the cuffs before pulling his shoulders back and letting the shirt fall to the floor. The white, cotton undershirt was sculpted around his chiseled muscles, and instinctively I pulled a finger to my lips and gently bit down on it as my eyes roamed his perfect body. He had a steady rhythm to his movements. Not slow, but not hurried either, and as he yanked the belt off his pants, it created a whipping sound that sent a shudder down my spine.
When his pants fell to the floor and he stood before me in nothing but his boxers, the heat between my thighs spread through my entire body. His cock pressed against the fabric, yearning to be free, to be inside me, and my body responded with the ache for the same. Before I could sit up and force the rest of his clothes off, he crawled forward on the bed, and I felt like I could melt into the mattress as he pressed down on top of me.
Our lips met gently, sweetly, but his cock, so hard and thick, pushed against my core through my clothes. Leaning himself on one elbow, he let his free hand slide from my neck down to the button of my pants. He pulled gently, unbuttoning them, and with the speed of a man who was sure he was going to get what he wanted, when he wanted it, he pulled the zipper down. Then Vince slid his hand up my bare skin, under my shirt until he reached my bra, where he unclasped it in the center. My heavy, round breasts tumbled out as he pushed the bra away and pulled the shirt over them. I leaned my head up so he could pull it over and off me, letting it fall off the edge of the bed and letting the cool air of the room make my nipples stand up as if to greet him.
Vince kissed me in the crook of my neck, letting his tongue slide gently across it, while his hand filled with one of my breasts. He kneaded into it, letting his palm brush against the nipple, while his kiss moved down my collarbone and to the open breast. When he took it into his mouth, the warm, wet sensation of his tongue on my nipple sent shivers down my body, and I turned into him, wanting to present more of me for him. One of my hands trailed down his arm to his waistband, and I took the chance to slide it in the opening in the front of the boxers.
I pulled out his warm, hard cock, feeling it extend to press against my thigh. I stroked him gently, slowly as he paid special attention to my breasts, lavishing me with attention, worshiping me with his tongue. I let my head fall back into the pillow and focused on the sensations of touch, letting them fill me intensely, before opening my eyes again when he shifted, sitting on his knees beside me. I lifted my hips as he pulled at my jeans, sliding them down over my hips and then to my feet, where he peeled them off gently. The lacy black panties I wore underneath were soaked, and I knew he felt it when his hand brushed by my core.