by Ford, Brynn
She lifted her head to look up at me then, those chocolate colored eyes of hers reflecting the conflict and confusion that mine surely showed. I could still see the distance that’d become so familiar over the last couple of months, but it seemed to be fading. There was desire there, too, desire to connect with me in a way that her grief-made partitions fought hard to subdue.
Lost in her eyes, I could see her conflict as if she were struggling against bindings that held her in place, standing just outside my reach. I imagined my girl trapped behind those sad eyes, trying to break free of grief that held her hostage in her own mind. It was an image of my girl fighting her way back to me. I wanted so desperately to find a way to show her that I’m not leaving. She had to get out of those bindings on her own, but I needed her to know that I was standing still and waiting for her. I wouldn’t move forward without her and I would wait as long as it took for her to break free.
“Vaughn,” Desi said quietly, her teeth catching her bottom lip, “Kiss me.”
She would never have to ask me twice.
I bent, pressing my lips to hers softly, slowly coaxing her to open for me. Her lips parted and I slipped in my tongue, finding hers eagerly waiting for me. She pressed forward into me, deepening our kiss. A soft moan escaped her and she silently asked for me to devour her in the way her tongue swirled, seeking mine with intent.
I was desperate to hold onto this moment, to keep her right here with me, present and visceral. She needed me to keep her grounded and I wouldn’t fail her.
Grasping her hips, I spun her, forcing her backward until I had her pinned between me and the closed door, never breaking our kiss. I took the opportunity to reach over and turn the deadbolt lock into place but brought my hands back to her immediately, grabbing her cheeks and holding her face steady while I consumed her. Desi moaned and I grew hard, rocking my hips forward so she could feel how much I wanted her.
Her hands were suddenly at my neck, pulling at the knot of my tie. The moment it was undone, she yanked hard at one end of the fabric, whipping it off in a smooth motion before her hands fell frantically to the buttons of my shirt. She was rushing it, and as much as I wanted to hoist her up and fuck her against the door, I needed to make this last for both our sakes.
I grabbed her wrists and lifted them high above her head, jamming them hard against the door. I held them both in one of my large hands and brought the other to rest on the side of her neck, drawing my thumb delicately along the line of her jaw.
“I want you, Desi.”
Her brow furrowed in an unreadable expression, a flash of a memory I wasn’t privy to. But then her hips rocked forward and I could feel the vibration of her low groan as our lips connected again.
I widened my stance, sinking down a bit so I could bury my face in the other side of her neck. I nipped at her soft skin with my teeth in the way that I knew she liked and I felt her body slacken as her knees went weak.
“Oh, God,” she said in a hushed tone, her breath was warm and wet against my ear.
Kissing my way up the soft skin at the side of her neck, I teased her with gentle and rough, soft and hard, lips and teeth. I deliberately scratched my beard along her neck, knowing how she enjoyed the coarse friction of it against her skin. She pushed into me with her hips and tilted her head to the side to give me better access.
“Take it off,” she said, “Your shirt. Please, I want to see it. Let me see you.”
I knew exactly what she meant. Tattoos painted the ivory skin of my arms from shoulder to wrist and across some of my back. But Desi wanted to see the single tattoo I had on my chest, the one I’d gotten to honor her and Lucy, the mother of my child and the child we lost.
I pinched her jaw at the chin between two fingers and my thumb, turning her face toward mine. I could feel her fighting hard to close the distance between us and, fuck, it was incredible to see her desire for me again. She bit her bottom lip as I pushed her head back firmly against the door. We stared at each other for a beat, panting and longing for the closeness we’d been denying ourselves, and each other, for far too long.
“Please, Vaughn,” she breathed and my pulse raced.
I let go of her wrists, but held firmly at her jaw.
“Take off my shirt, Des,” I told her and she wasted no time, her nimble fingers quickly finding the buttons and working to undo them.
I pressed my body hard against her, pinning her hands between us, “Slow, Desi. Do it slow. No rushing.”
She let out a long, leisurely breath and smiled at me, nodding her understanding. I pulled away just enough for her to move her hands between us. She pressed both hands to the top of my chest, to the small spot where my skin had already been exposed, and slid her hands down achingly slow to the next button.
I sighed, watching her, leaning forward to press my forehead against hers. Her eyes stayed glued on mine, using her fingers to feel for each button in turn. Slowly, she worked at my shirt until she reached my belt. She grabbed the fabric and tugged, pulling the tail of it free from where it had been tucked into my pants.
“Shit,” I couldn’t help but rub my cock against her, “I missed your hands, Des.”
Her hands slid back up my chest, slowly, torturously, tickling faintly across my skin. She reached my shoulders, slipping her hands underneath the collar of my shirt and sliding it down my arms. I released my grip on her chin and let the shirt fall off me, floating easily to the floor. Her eyes dropped to my chest, finding the tattoo I had gotten in honor of our family.
She traced her index finger along the tree trunk that rose up from the top of my right hip. The trunk covered the right side of my body, rising up to my ribcage before it branched out, stretching across my chest and partially wrapping around my back. There were dozens of intricate limbs to follow, but she found the branch she was looking for, trailing along the end that swooped under my right pec. She reached the two blackbirds perched on the very end and paused there, regarding them patiently. The birds were a representation of us, of me and Desi.
Desi’s fingers hovered there for a moment before drawing a line across my chest, all the way to my heart. There was a smaller blackbird there that had spread its wings. It was a baby bird that had flown away from the tree. That was our baby girl Lucy.
When I commissioned this tattoo, I’d made a promise to Desi. It was a promise I knew she couldn’t appreciate in the moment when we were still fighting so hard to tame the pain of shared grief. I knew in time she would understand it, appreciate it, recognize the promise for what it was. It was a vow that we would someday fill that tree as full as we wanted with our children, as full as she wanted. I would give her however many she asked for. I’d only ever wanted to build a life with her, to build a family with her. Though Lucy could never fly back to us, she’d always remain right there, tattooed to our hearts and a part of our family forever.
Desi's fingers danced across my chest again, back to the birds sitting huddled on the branch. After a slow minute passed, she looked up at me, her fingers still resting over the birds there.
With sincerity that threatened to break me in half, she said, “I miss you, Vaughn. I miss us. I’m sorry. For everything,” she swallowed, “Make love to me. Please. I really need you right now. I know I don’t deserve you, but –”
I grabbed her cheeks in both hands, pulling her face close to mine, “Stop it. You deserve more than I can give you. I need you, too, baby. I need you so much.”
Her lips crashed against mine, quickly finding my tongue. She hadn’t kissed me like that in such a long time and it felt really fucking good.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, using the door for leverage to push her up higher. She wrapped her legs around my waist, settling her weight on my hips. She moaned, surely at how easily I could toss her around. She had told me once that she’d always had a thing for guys with muscles like mine and I had every intention of reminding her just how strong I was.
Her arms wrapped firmly around my ne
ck and I turned, ready to carry her straight to bed. Our bedroom door was just steps away from the kitchen and as we moved, I took a deep breath in through my nose. The most delicious aroma momentarily gripped my attention.
I asked her quickly, “What’s in the oven?"
She smiled, “I made dinner for you. I'd planned on us eating first, but, I just couldn’t help myself when you came home.”
Desi shifted her weight slightly against my hips and I felt her ass brush the base of my cock, eliciting a low groan from deep within me. I was suddenly starving, but not for the dinner she had made.
I turned again, moving toward our simple dining space instead of our bedroom. I saw a flash of confusion on Desi’s face and the corner of my mouth turned up into a knowing smirk as I walked her to our dining room table, which thankfully she hadn’t set yet.
There was nothing on the table top except for an old, crocheted table runner Desi’s grandmother had made, something Desi insisted on keeping. I reached underneath her ass as I brought her to the table and grabbed the runner. I yanked it off and replaced it with my exquisite wife who served as a far greater table ornament.
I eased her onto her back and climbed on top of her, knowing the sturdy pedestals of the old, wooden table would hold our weight with ease. She spread her legs for me, inviting me to settle between them.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m having dinner,” I could feel the way my eyes smoldered hers, smelling the way they sparked a flame in her arousal.
She gasped, letting out a muted, “Oh,” before I silenced her entirely, kissing her so hard, I imagined her lips would bruise.
Her hips rose up from the table, eagerly begging me to give her what she so desperately needed, but I forced her back down hard with my weight, grinding my hips into her.
I ran my tongue across the hollow of her throat and she arched, the soft swell of her perfect tits pressing against my bare chest, just begging to be set free from clothing. I teased at her neck with my mouth as I slipped a hand under the hem of her shirt, groping upward until I found the thick flesh of her breast. I was immediately thankful to find them bare beneath her shirt, no bra to add an additional barrier. I fondled her while I nipped at her throat with my teeth.
“Vaughn,” she breathed.
She wasn’t begging.
She wasn’t asking.
She wasn’t demanding.
My name falling from her wet lips was a simple acknowledgement that I was her man and she wanted me, needed me. I sat up, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and yanked it high over her breasts, letting it rest at her collarbone.
“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
She whimpered and moaned. I bowed my head and wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking hard as I massaged her breasts slowly.
That was it, that was her "on" button that took her from waiting to wanting. I felt her turn on as if a switch was flipped. She fully let go with my mouth on her warming skin, switching from calculated and controlled to wild and willing in an instant.
"Fuck, I want you so bad, I want you inside me, Vaughn," her beautiful, filthy mouth finally caught up with what was happening.
“There you are,” I smiled up at her before biting into the pink bud at the peak of her breast.
This was my girl, the Desi I knew so well. My wild child, my provocative beauty, my absurdly breathtaking, desperate for me, wonderful wife. Her skin sizzled, coming to life beneath my touch.
“Oh, God, Vaughn,” she hissed, “Make me come. Please make me come.”
I wanted to impale her and fuck her hard. The way she spoke to me during sex had always threatened to unhinge my control. The damn woman could nearly make me come at her words alone. She was confident. She knew what she wanted and what she needed and had never been shy about telling me. Of course, that had all been so long ago.
That confident girl with the willingness to tell me exactly what she wanted, had faded into the background recently. But she was here now, that fearless Desi. I would gladly make her come a hundred times a day if it would help to bring her back for good.
I grabbed the top of her tight ass yoga pants, the ones that showed off her sensual curves so stunningly, and pulled. I peeled them down her body, taking her panties off with them, exposing her as quickly as I could. I hopped off the table and she lifted her hips for me, so I could yank them all the way off and toss them away. She sat up ever so slightly to pull off her shirt and discarded it with a quick fling over her shoulder.
I stood and looked down at her as she settled onto her back again. I placed my hands on her bent knees, her feet flat on the table and knees spread wide, just for me. I had to take my time and soak it in, absorb the absolute perfection of the woman before me who had agreed to be mine forever.
I leaned down, gently kissing the inside of her knee, never taking my eyes from hers, “How did I get so goddamn lucky to be the one to nail you down, Desi?"
There was a brief flicker behind her eyes, something unreadable. But it resembled the guilt that had set up residence there since the loss of our child. I expected it to linger, but it was gone as quickly as it’d come, thank fuck. So I turned my attention back to worshipping her body.
I stepped forward, pressed right up against the edge of the table and grabbed her waist, yanking her down roughly until her ass was at the edge.
She bit her lip and smiled, “Take me, baby. Claim me. Make me yours.”
Hot damn, there’s my girl.
Chapter 16
Vaughn
I lifted Desi's legs over my shoulders from where I stood between them at our dining room table. Turning my head, I ran my tongue across the fold behind her left knee, dragging it long, flat, and agonizingly slowly. She squirmed from where she laid, flat on her back on the hard wood surface.
I thrust my rock hard dick against her bare pussy, hating that my pants were still on placing a fabric barrier between us. But it wasn’t the time for me to worry about my dick because I needed to taste Desi, get down on my knees for her, and make her come.
I kissed a trail down the inside of her thigh, savoring the sound of her moans and desperate whimpers for me. I reached the apex, and let out a taunting, hot breath, merely grazing her entrance with a soft press of my lips before landing another kiss on the inside of her right thigh.
She pleaded with me, high on the sweet torture, as I made the same trail of delicate pecks up her thigh all the way to her right knee.
“Fuck,” Desi cried desperately.
Her breath hitched and it brought a satisfied smile to my face as I knew she was coming undone in just the way she needed to. Her chest heaved with labored breaths and she lifted her hands to her face, combing her fingers through the mocha shaded strands of hair before dropping her wrists in full submission to the table above her head.
I dropped to my knees, letting her legs fall with me, still slung over my shoulders. I pressed a hard kiss to the outside of her perfect, life-giving, deliciously sweet pussy.
“Dinner smells incredible, Holly Blue. I can’t wait to have a taste. Is it ready?” I flashed her my famously dazzling white toothed grin, the one that always used to make her jump on top and ride me like a fucking horse until she came at least twice.
“Yes, fuck, baby” she groaned, “Taste me, Vaughn. It’s all yours.”
I wasted no time with an invitation like that. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pulled her farther down the table until her ass hung teetering over the edge. She was helpless to move away as I held her in place. I gave her a quick wink, just to send her an extra little rush of excitement that her favorite bad boy was in control and ready to please.
I licked languidly across her folds with my tongue flat. Desi jumped at the gratifying contact, thrusting upward, seeking more. I found her clit and wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard, hoping to elicit a sound of appreciation and got so much more than I expected.
“Yes, Vaughn!” she cried out, “God, yes!” her hands fo
und my hair and she dug her fingers into my scalp, nails biting delightfully into my skin.
She tugged at my hair, forcing my face in hard against her swollen cunt, “Make it hurt, be rough with me, I need it.”
We knew how to fuck, hard and fast and reckless, but she’d never asked for it to hurt before. I could be rough with her, she had no idea how rough I could be, but I didn’t really know what that meant to her. We were still exploring each other sexually, still learning likes and dislikes and wants and needs.
Our young relationship had progressed so rapidly in such a short period of time. We’d known each other less than a year, so there was still a lot left to discover. The prospect was thrilling, knowing I could spend the rest of my life learning what Desi liked, what she didn’t like, what she needed, how dirty and raw she was willing to get. It thrilled me even more to imagine her reaction when I showed her all the dirty things I could do that she had never even dreamed of.
I don’t think she had any idea how far I could take her down the rabbit hole of dark and dirty sex, but I wouldn’t push it yet. I’d give her just enough, just what she asked for because I didn’t want to scare her away when it’d already been so long since we’d truly connected. I would take her, happily, in any way that she gave herself to me.
I nipped at her clit with my teeth, slowly pulling back, still sucking hard. She was panting, hissing through her teeth as I made it hurt, just like she’d asked.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathed out the words in quiet, rapid succession, “Fuck, yes, Vaughn.”
I released her clit, ready to sooth the ache I caused. I brought my hands between us to the inside of her open legs and gripped her tightly on each thigh, settling my hands into the crook where her legs bent at the hips. I circled my thumbs as I licked slowly and gently at her aching clit, over and over again rhythmically until her legs were literally trembling.
