by Sophia Gray
“I want you now, Vance. I want you inside of me, right now, please,” she whispered in his ear.
Vance removed his hand from her and grabbed the rubber she had gotten from one of the drawers of her nightstand. When he had put it safely on and was about to enter her, Teresa smiled at him mischievously.
She pulled him onto the bed, flipped over, and sat astride him. Teresa sat on his cock, putting it all inside of her in one movement, and Vance grabbed her hips with both hands in shock and ecstasy.
She screamed with pleasure when she felt him inside of her, and she started riding him with a passion she had never felt before. She moaned loudly, watching her breasts bounce with each movement she made. He moved his hips accordingly, deepening his reach, increasing the rhythm.
One of his hands abandoned her hips and went to her bouncing breasts, caressing her nipples until they reached her neck and Vance pulled her down, still moving inside of her.
“Teresa, kiss me.” He grunted. “I want to do you while you kiss me, Tess.” He almost begged the words.
Teresa smiled before attacking his lips, both hands at the sides of his head. He grabbed both her hips again to keep control of the rhythmic thrusts, and she kissed him viciously, moaning inside his mouth every time his penis went deeper still.
She was wet and tight, and he felt enormous inside of her. He was in deep, and she felt he was getting to her very soul with each movement of his hips. The rhythm soon increased, for both wanted to feel more and more from each other. Passion and haste took over their senses, overloading their systems.
Teresa moved her hips frantically, trying to feel more of him, and she felt the spasm coming, tensing her thighs before she felt the known sensation of the orgasm overflowing her. She arched her back, breaking the kiss, and screamed with pleasure as Vance kept on moving inside of her.
“Jesus Christ, Vance. Yes, oh yes, Vance, I’m, I’m…!”
She couldn’t say anything else before she noticed Vance tensing under her when he reached his limit. She collapsed on top of his chest, and they were both panting.
“That was…” Vance said between breaths.
“Amazing,” Teresa finished for him.
And it sure had been. She had never connected so much with a guy before. Every inch of her body throbbed with desire, and her heart was racing.
“What a night, huh?” he asked, looking her in the eyes as he stroked her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear.
“And it has just begun,” Teresa promised.
Chapter Eight
Vance
“Teresa, kiss me.” He grunted once he was inside of her. The woman was driving him completely crazy, and he felt a need he had never felt before. “I want to do you while you kiss me, Tess.”
He grabbed both her hips again to keep control of the rhythmic thrusts when she kissed him. Their tongues were waging a war both were more than willing to lose. Every time he moved inside of her she moaned into his kiss, and it made his head spin.
She was wet and tight. Vance had never felt so complete inside of a woman, as if he belonged there. The pace increased, going faster and deeper: he wanted to feel every inch of her body.
Teresa moved her hips frantically, and when he felt the familiar spasm that ran through her body and the tightening of her legs, he knew he would not last long. She arched her back, breaking the kiss when she reached her orgasm, and she screamed with pleasure as Vance kept moving inside of her.
“Jesus Christ, Vance. Yes, oh yes, Vance, I’m, I’m…!”
Hearing Teresa screaming his name with pleasure brought him to the point of no return and he soon came inside her. When he stopped moving, Teresa collapsed on top of him, and he hugged her, breathing hard.
“That was…” Vance couldn’t finish his sentence as he was not sure what to say and he was breathing too hard.
“Amazing” Teresa finished for him.
That is an understatement, Vance thought. It had been way more than amazing. It had been the best experience of his life.
“What a night, huh?” he asked in a whisper. Vance looked at her and mindlessly started stroking her hair, lost in her eyes.
“And it has just begun.” Teresa’s promise sent shivers down his spine, and although he had just come, he felt aroused again. “But I think I need a shower first. All this exercise has left my muscles feeling sore.”
Teresa removed herself from his embrace and walked to the bathroom door on the other side of the room, completely naked. Still lying on the bed, Vance couldn’t help but study her perfect body as he watched her leave: her skin was a bit tanned by the sun, and he discovered she had another tattoo on the lower part of her back: a phoenix, surrounded by flames. The only thought that crossed his mind was how much she was like that phoenix: strong, beautiful, and full of fire.
Vance had never met a woman like her. She was so full of life and dreams, yet mysterious and reserved, which fascinated him. He knew that her past and her father had marked her, shaping the woman he was growing to know. But he did not know everything about her, and for a moment he longed to spend the rest of his days with her, getting to know every inch of her soul.
The sound of the water running in the shower snapped him out of his musings.
What the hell am I doing? Vance thought, jumping to his feet. A gorgeous, sexy woman was showering only a few feet away, and he was going to wait for her in bed? No way!
Quickly and quietly, Vance opened the bathroom door and closed it, trying to slip in undetected. He could see her blurry figure outlined in the glass screen. The steam in the room made her look like a dream, and she did not turn back when he opened the shower door and stepped in.
“I was wondering if you’d come in,” she whispered. The hot water poured over both of them, and Vance pressed his body against her back. Her body was wet, hot, and strong.
“I couldn’t say no to such an invitation,” he murmured against her ear, and Teresa shuddered in his arms. He stroked her body, playing with the water drops.
“I didn’t invite you,” she teased softly, getting comfortable in his embrace.
“Oh, your body did. Did you think I wouldn’t come join you?” He chuckled lightly, and his hands traveled from her belly to her legs, up and down.
“Actually, I did,” she confessed and turned around to face him without breaking the embrace. Hot water poured on top of them, drawing patterns on their bodies, and wetting a hungry and fiery kiss where both fought for control.
Vance hugged Teresa by her waist, pulling her closer, and deepened the kiss by pouring all his feelings into it: his guilt over what he was doing, and also all his needs, his desire, and his growing love for her. Everything that his mind was trying to suppress since the day he had met her and that his body was trying to convey against his will.
Teresa opened her mouth to let him in and put her arms around his neck. Vance moved one hand to her hair, pulling it, while the other traveled to her butt and squeezed it. Teresa moaned into the kiss when she noticed the urging pressure of Vance on her belly.
“Tess…” Vance grunted when they parted for air. “You are going to drive me completely insane, you know that?”
“That’s the idea,” she answered playfully.
If Vance had stopped to think about what was going on at that moment, he would have been unable to explain it. Why he was kissing Teresa again, why his hands were traveling all over her body, why they were both undressed in the shower… why his heart was racing because she matched every single touch of his.
That a woman like her had opened up to him and that he was falling for her, head over heels, was something he did not want an explanation for. Vance’s instincts took control of his body once more, and he let go of his actions.
Suddenly Vance found himself trapped against the shower’s glass doors and Teresa’s hands were traveling again down his body, to his waist.
“Teresa…” he muttered through his teeth. The touch of Teresa’s fingers against
his hard cock was driving him crazy again. Never had a woman been able to drive him to such extremes so quickly before, and even though they had just had sex Vance knew that if he did not have her again right there, right now, he’d go crazy.
Teresa’s fingers grabbed his manhood and sent shivers down his spine when she started playing with it, moving at a painfully slow pace. She was looking at him, right into his eyes, with a lewd smile on her face, and Vance grunted before kissing her again, furiously, while her hands still did wonders on him. He moved his hips, trying to put more force and speed into the movement, and Teresa laughed inside his kiss.
“How eager…” she whispered in his ear when they broke the kiss. Vance grunted again, his ability to speak long gone. Teresa gently bit his lips and started to kiss his neck and chest, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touched. Her hands did not stop for a moment while she kneeled and traveled south again for the second time that night, and when Vance felt her lips on his tip, he had to swallow a cry.
Teresa’s tongue was doing wonders on his body. His legs were trembling again, and his hands were shaking with pleasure, and if she went on like that, he wouldn’t last long. With a movement that required his whole strength and willpower, he pulled Teresa away from him, and she got up, smiling widely. She was going to say something, but Vance kissed her again, and the words were lost forever.
While they kissed, he pulled her into his arms and Teresa felt light as a feather. She embraced his body with her legs while her hands grabbed him by his hair, tangling her fingers in it. Vance pressed her against the other wall of the shower: now it was her time to be the prisoner. His shaft brushed against her body.
Teresa slid down his body and put her feet back on the floor while one of his hands traveled to her entrance. He was lost in her eyes and did not look away when his finger went inside of her. She was hot and wet, wetter than their shower-soaked skin.
Teresa moaned again when she felt Vance moving inside of her. At first, he was slow, but then the movement of his fingers increased, making Teresa breathe faster – but he never looked away. Teresa twisted under his touch, her back against the wall, and when she closed her eyes, Vance knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
He pulled out of her and silenced Teresa’s protests with another kiss.
“Wait here,” he whispered.
He abandoned the bathroom and returned quickly once he had what he needed. Teresa had not moved; in fact, she looked like she could barely hold herself standing. Vance re-entered the shower, protected, and kissed her again before grabbing her by her waist and turning her around. Teresa placed her hands against the wall and Vance trembled when he saw her, eager to have her again.
He placed his cock at her entrance, and when he went in, he had to bite his lip not to moan too loud.
“Jesus Christ, Teresa…” He grunted. His strong hands grabbed her hips, and he started moving. Teresa, slightly on her toes, bent over so he could reach further, and started moving to match his rhythm.
“Vance…” Her voice sounded both demanding and begging. Vance knew he had lost himself when he heard her say his name that way, and that if she said it again, he would lose control. “More, Vance…”
If he had any control over his actions before, it surely had just been obliterated. The thrusts became stronger and faster, almost haphazard, and Vance panted, delighted by the sensations that she was making him feel. Her body, her voice, everything about her was like a drug to his senses.
He reached orgasm with a loud cry but kept moving inside of her. One of his hands traveled to her clit and caressed her while he went on moving until he felt Teresa tremble with pleasure, reaching her limit with him. Vance placed kisses on her neck and shoulder before he finally pulled out.
“Hell of a shower, huh?” he joked when Teresa slowly turned around and smiled at him. She started laughing, and he laughed with her.
Between laughs, jokes, and kisses, they managed to finally get clean and dry, and after what could officially be described as Vance’s longest shower (and most pleasurable, that was for sure) they went back to bed, wearing nothing but their underwear.
They settled in bed, and Teresa scooted into his embrace. His arms engulfed her, and she placed her head on his chest. For a moment, both of them remained in silence, enjoying the peaceful moment. Teresa was the first one to break it.
“You know… I wasn’t sure dating you would be a good idea,” she confessed quietly, without looking at him. Vance was not surprised: he had noticed that much.
“What made you change your mind?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it was your sincerity the other day when you said… all those things to me.”
Vance’s stomach shrank with guilt. The things he had said to convince her had been motivated by his great big lie… and she had opened her heart to him because of them. He knew he should be happy; he was one step closer to his goal. Vance knew that getting her to marry him would be way more difficult than getting her to date him, but at least now he had a shot. And thinking about it, instead of making him feel accomplished, it only made him feel worse.
“I… Thanks for giving me a chance,” he said. He did not know what else to say, so he remained quiet, until he noticed Teresa’s slow breaths – she had fallen asleep.
Staring at the ceiling, he thought about everything he had discovered about the woman that was sleeping in his arms, unaware of his deceit. She had surprised him and overwhelmed him in every sense. He had come to this place thinking Teresa was his shot to a better life, taking for granted that the job would be easy and enjoyable. He had not anticipated that his mission would turn his world upside down.
She looked at life in a way he had never seen. Instead of darkness, where he only saw the bad side of people, Teresa saw an opportunity to help others. She’d even opened his eyes to other lifestyles that included motorcycles but were void of the violence and evil he had always been surrounded by. Was that life possible for him? A life where he could ride his bike around the world, helping people… with her by his side?
It wouldn’t be possible if he carried on with the mission, he knew that for sure. But what could he do about it? Jimmy Love would kill him if he backed out now.
Suddenly, his phone rang, and he quietly got up, leaving Teresa asleep. Quickly, he picked it up and went to the living room. Luckily, the sound and the sudden movement had not woken her up.
“This is Vance,” he muttered. He had answered the call so quickly that he had been unable to see the caller ID.
“Vance? Haven’t heard from ye in a while, lad.” His boss’ voice was loud and gruff on the other end of the line, and Vance’s heart dropped. It was as if he had invoked him with his thoughts.
“Boss, what a surprise. Need anything?” he asked nonchalantly. He heard his boss snort, and Vance knew he was not pleased.
“Don’t play games with me, ya damn kid,” he threatened. “It’s been weeks since ye left town and went to fetch me daughter. Where are ye, goddammit?” he yelled.
“Sorry, boss, but your daughter is… more complicated than I thought,” Vance said. For some reason, he did not want to reveal his advances to his boss. He had not decided what to do next, and for him to make up his mind, he needed his boss out of his business.
“Well, if she were easy I wouldn’t have needed ya!” he spat back. Vance closed his eyes, frowning. His boss yelling at him in the early hours of the morning was giving him a headache.
“I know, boss, that’s why I’m slowly working my way into getting her to trust me,” he tried to explain, lowering his voice. He did not want to wake Teresa while on the phone with her father.
“Ye do not need to win her heart! Ye only have to marry her, goddammit!” Jimmy swore again. God, if he could, Vance would have hung up immediately.
“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think a proposal will entice Teresa. She’s too independent and reserved,” he confessed. “It’s still too early – there’s no way she’d agree
to marry me yet.”
And this time his words were completely true. Even if he won her heart, Vance did not think Teresa would be very much inclined to marry him anytime soon.
“I DON’T CARE! Bring her home… or yer done!” Jimmy threatened before hanging him up.
Vance looked at the blank screen of his phone for a while, his boss’ threat pounding in his ears. When he went back to Teresa’s bedroom, she was still sound asleep on her bed. Trying to get back in unnoticed, he carefully slipped in next to her. Unconsciously, Teresa closed the space between them and hugged Vance with one arm.
The guilty feeling of deceiving her was almost unbearable when he saw her peacefully sleeping, reaching out to him. He hugged Teresa back and fell asleep, tired with the excessive emotions from the day.