I knew Vanessa would do the same thing if I’d been hurt like that.
It made me feel lucky.
Lucky that I had someone waiting for me.
I’d never had anyone before. No one cared if I lived or died but my boys. The women in my bed were usually strangers or whores, but I never cared that I was unloved. But once I loved a woman, I lived for being loved in return.
When I pulled into the parking garage at my place, I texted her. I’m coming up. I didn’t want to scare her when she heard the elevator start working. Someone had broken in to my place before, and I didn’t want her ever to feel afraid again.
With my bag over my shoulder, I rose in the elevator until I reached the top floor. The doors opened to Vanessa standing there, wearing black lingerie and sky-high pumps. The emotion in her eyes told me how much she missed me, that the sexy lingerie was just for me and not her.
I dropped my bag on the ground then scooped her into my arms. I held her against me so we were eye level. I looked into her eyes without kissing her, seeing the way she visibly melted for me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she placed her forehead against mine.
I held her that way for a long time, feeling the burning connection between us. She didn’t want me between her legs. She wanted me just like this, safe and back at home. She moved her face into my neck and clung to me, her breathing deep and uneven.
She was light as a feather, so I held her with ease. I felt this small woman breathe against me, felt her cherish me in silence. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby.”
“Please don’t leave ever again…I can’t stand it.”
I said nothing, knowing I couldn’t make a promise like that. This was my job, how I supported the lifestyle I enjoyed. I got off on killing too, whether it was with my bare hands or a gun. “I’m with you now.” I carried her down the hall and into the bedroom. I set her on the bed and slipped off her heels before I pulled the thong down her long legs. I kept her bra on, liking the lace against her dark skin. I kept my eyes glued to hers as I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans. Layer after layer came off until I stood in just my skin. My cock was anxious and hard from not visiting her pussy in so long.
I dragged her ass to the edge of the bed and pressed my crown into her entrance, feeling her lips fight my size initially.
Her hands locked around my wrists, and she breathed as she felt me enter her.
The first thing I wanted to do now that I was home was make love to my baby. I didn’t want to talk or cuddle. I felt more connected to her like this, when my fat dick was surrounded by her wet arousal. I pushed inside until only my balls rested against her asshole.
She breathed through my intrusion, her eyes closing as she handled the pleasure and the pain.
My hand pressed against the mattress at her waist, and I leaned over her so I could get a perfect view of her face, of the love in her eyes. I started to thrust, my balls lightly hitting her asshole.
She moaned immediately, like she’d forgotten how good I felt.
I made love to her soft and slow, just the way she liked. She didn’t want me to fuck her anymore, as much as she liked it. She liked it like this, when it was about our minds connecting as much as our bodies. It was vanilla and simple, but I enjoyed it as much as she did. I watched her tits shake with my movements and the way her eyes lit up with desire. This was what I missed the most when I was gone—just looking at her.
“I love you…” Her hands crept up my chest until her small palms cupped my face. “I love you so damn much.” Unafraid, she looked into my eyes when she spoke, fearless and sexy. “I love you so much it hurts.”
I wanted to come inside her, to dump all my arousal in that perfect little slit. Her words aroused my body as well as my mind. Her devotion was sexier than anything any other woman had done. Like no one had been on this bed before her, she was the only one. All the others didn’t matter, not when I met the one woman who’d changed my life forever. I was the only man who deserved a woman so perfect, because I could protect her and take care of her. But even I didn’t feel like I earned her. Only Vanessa Barsetti could have captured my heart so easily. She had it the first night I met her, not because her beauty was unparalleled, but because her bravery was so tireless. She was stronger than most men I’d fought. She was fearless, powerful, and confident.