Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Val

I 'm not sure what he meant by the sentence that passed through his lips, but I'm assuming it has something to do with his mouth being on me. At least that's what I've figured out with the romance novels I've been reading. I wish I had more real-world experience, but the fact of the matter is, I don't. However, I want it.

And I desperately want Vaughn to be the person to teach it to me.

"Tell me." I whisper. "Show me."

"What do you want to learn?" He questions, tilting his head back against the door, Adam's apple moving up and down as he wets the throat that sounds sandpaper rough.

I shake my head, inhaling deeply. "I don't know. If you were given every inch of my body as a gift, what would you want to do first?"

His eyebrows lift. "I'd not want to learn anything, I'd want to give you pleasure. Can I do that?"

"Please." The word is a beg.

My fingers grip at his shoulders as he heads toward the couch. He has a seat, much the same way he did the last time we were here, balancing me on his thighs. My heart pounds as my eyes roam over his face, attempting to read where his thoughts are, but Vaughn is good at hiding what he really feels. He doesn't trust me enough, not yet, although I trust him with everything.

"If I do anything you don't want me to, you tell me, and I'll stop. That's the promise I give you." He tells me again.

"I know." And I do. He's never given me a reason to not believe him.

My senses are attuned to everything. The drip of the faucet, the hum of the window air conditioning unit, the thumping of my heart against my chest. It's loud, thundering in my ears. He reaches up, tilting my chin down toward his lips. "Last chance, Val."

"Don't need it."

With those words, he pushes up, connecting our mouths together. This isn't the slow slide into sensuality that we had before. Not at all. This time, he takes what he wants, while at the same time, giving me a refresher on what I learned before. He coaxes my tongue with his, and then together we're caressing one another.

My fingers slip up his neck and then into his hair, holding him where he is. I turn my head to the side, taking control of the kiss. He groans in the back of his throat, those rough-work hands of his scratching against my tender flesh. The way they catch as he grabs at me causes my nipples to tighten where the material of my bra cups them.

I rotate my hips against him, seeking the relief I know he can give. Ripping our lips apart, he pushes my head back roughly, feasting on my neck as if it's his last meal. The way he nips with his teeth makes me shiver and shake as I come up on my knees. Opening my mouth, a noise I've never heard before escapes. It's part wounded animal, part begging for ecstasy that seems just out of my reach. I hook my arm around his neck and hold on when those hands go to the hem of my shirt and push it up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra.

Our eyes meet. I'm panting, lips wet, thighs trembling, body on fire while he looks like he isn't even bothered. "Touch me." I beg, my bottom lip trembling.

"I wanna look at you, too." He says roughly, his eyes going to my chest, tongue coming out to moisten his lips. "Can I look?"

Others have tried and it made me uncomfortable, but for Vaughn I want to be spread out like his last meal. My head is heavy as I watch him. His dark, tanned, skin against mine. Mine has never seen the sun, I've never showed it off to anyone, and here I am ready to let him have his fill. Fingers, completely sure of themselves, reach up to the lace edge of the material and pull it down, exposing my stiff nipple to his gaze.

"Mmmm." He groans, before leaning forward, capturing it with his teeth.

"Oh my god..." I gasp, feeling the bite in between my thighs.

"You're god isn't going to help you now, baby." He promises.

Tilting my head back, I inhale deeply, on a sob, closing my eyes so I don't have to think about how I look. I'm panting as if I've run a marathon, gripping at his flesh like he can save me from sinking into this all-consuming wave of passion. His tongue soothes the burn and I let out a broken cry, rotating my hips toward his, needing this ache to go away. "Please, Vaughn." I beg. "I don't know what I need, but..."

He stands up, abs flexing, before walking me over to the bed. "I know exactly what you need."

I nod, watching with wide eyes as he gets rid of the shorts covering the bottom half of my body. I'm tempted to cover myself, because that's what I've always been taught, but the pressure he exerts on my thighs won't let them close.

"Let me see." He whispers, going down on his knees in front of me.

Part of me wants to watch, the other part is too embarrassed, so I close my eyes, grip the sheet, and give myself over to the feelings he's evoking, allowing myself the pleasure. He drops a kiss right above the edge of my panties, and my body jerks as if he's burned me.

"Relax." He breathes, those hot puffs caressing my bare skin.

I break out in goosebumps and wonder just how many times I'm going to have to pray to get myself into Heaven after this.

He laughs. "Honey, I'm gonna take you to Heaven."

I must have spoken out loud. I believe him more than I've ever believed anyone. His fingers push around the panel of my panties, and with sure strokes, he rubs on the outside before parting my lips. "Oh my god, Vaughn."

"Jesus, you're fuckin' wet. This feel good?" He pushes himself slightly up the bed so that his face is even with my breast.

"So good." I loll my head back and forth. "I don't know what to do."

"I got you, don't worry."

Those fingers of his sneak between the lips, one of them goes to the top of my womanhood, another slips slightly inside as his mouth captures my nipple again. I almost come off the bed as the sensations assault my body. My mouth opens again, as I try to suck in air, a cry rents our small space as the anticipation builds in between my legs.

He pulls back from my nipple. "Can you take another one?"

I don't know what he means, but when he pushes another finger inside me, I groan loudly, voice deeper than I've ever heard it. Planting my feet on the bed, I thrust up to meet his intrusion.

"Fuck yeah, Val. You were made for this baby. Those wide hips, plump lips, big nipples, and handful of tits. If I've ever seen anyone made for fucking, it's you." He grunts, before taking my nipple back in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as if it's some sort of sucker.

He increases his speed, and that's when I start making noises I've never heard before, thrusting in tiny increments to help him. Turning my face away from him, because I don't know how these noises are coming out of me, I don't know what that noise is when he moves his fingers at my private parts, and the way he moans as he's sucking on my nipples seems so intimate. Like it should be happening to someone who isn't me. "Vaughn." I sob. "I don't..."

"Let it happen." He soothes. "Let it happen. You're gonna love it. You're gonna crave it, and this is what the two of us are gonna do together. You were made for me, Val. Let it fuckin' go."

The tightening between my legs sucks the breath out of me and then I'm flying, screaming with relief. I hurry to put my hand over my mouth. Scared that someone heard me, that they know what we're doing in here. He grabs my wrist and rips it away.

"Let me fucking hear you. Let me know I've given you this pleasure, Val. No one else."

My body lazily continues moving against him. My eyes open, and I come back to myself, blinking to focus. My throat hurts, and when I look down, my nipples are slick and puckered, my panties are pushed to the side, and there are goosebumps all over my body. I'm sensitive to the touch, but when I look over at Vaughn, I'm hot again.

His sweatpants are doing nothing to hide his excitement. He's hard and tenting his clothing, lewdly. "Does it hurt?" I ask softly.

"Yeah." He grimaces. "But I can take care of it." My gaze follows his hand as he grips the tent.

"Can I watch?"

His eyes widen. "Do you even know what happens?" He licks his dry lips.

"No." I shake my head. "But I want to know. I want you to show me."

"Alright."

He presses the band of his sweatpants down his washboard stomach and exposes himself to me. I've never seen a man's organ up close, only what I was able to sneak and see, or what we were exposed to. It's heavy looking, and red, almost angry.

"Do you wanna touch it?" He asks, a smirk lifting the edges of his lips.

"Can I?"

He tilts his head back against the bed. "I'm gonna regret this, but yes. If you'd like to, you can touch it."

When I shyly wrap my fingers around it, I'm surprised at the velvety strength. It's both hard and soft at the same time. "What should I do?"

"You're so brave, babe. By all rights you should be terrified of this, but look at you. Stroke it, up and down."

I do as he instructs, passion blooming again when he pants, and moves his hands to his chest, digging his nails into his flesh. "Does it feel good?"

"So fuckin' good. I need you to go faster." He grunts. "It won't take long, you have me hot as hell."

I'm beginning to feel that way again myself. Taking one of his hands off his chest, he wraps it around my hand on him. He shows me with his motions what he wants me to do.

"This is called jacking my cock." He groans, eyes dark like the night as he looks at me. "And I do this a lot when I think about you."

That warms me up. "Do you?"

"Yeah, since the first day I met you, you've been the main character in my fantasies."

Holy crap. "What happens to you when you fly?" I lick my lips, wondering how it feels for him.

"When I fly? You mean when I come? That's what you did. You came. When you wanna feel that way again, you ask me to make you come. Got it?"

I nod, my attention on our hands. His cock - I can't say it out loud, but I can think it - is growing harder and longer in my palm. He's increasing the speed and firmness of our touch.

"I'm gonna come. Make sure you want it on you." I have no idea what he means, but I'm willing to take one for the team.

His voice is broken as he groans, and right about the time I'm going to ask him if he's okay, the cock in my hand jumps, a white milky substance coming out and coating our hands.

"Fuck yes..." he's gulping in long breathes of air as his chest pumps up and down.

The hard length in my hand is softening, and I'm only now beginning to realize just how deep I'm in this with him. Now that I've tasted this passion? I want it again, and I want everything Vaughn can give me. Without question, and damn the consequences.