Designed for Love (8 page)

     
With
a guffaw, he leaned in and kissed her lips. “No, what I am is horny.”

     
“Hmm,”
she pretended to think. “I believe I might have something to help that.”

“What?”

     
“This.”
She sank down to her knees in the carpet, placing herself before his erect
shaft.

     
As
she reached her hand out, Vincent grabbed it. When she looked up, questioning
his action, she saw the reservations in his features.

     
“You
don’t have to do something you don’t like just because you think I want it.”
His thumb brushed her knuckles.

     
Vincent
remembered that it was an act she’d never performed on him when they were
together. In actuality, she’d never given head to any of her past boyfriends,
either. Often times, she’d allowed them to get their physical needs met quickly
and had kept herself reserved. The men had wanted more intimacy, but she hadn’t
felt comfortable with them. If she were honest with herself, it was because
they weren’t Vincent.

     
Now,
if just for tonight, she wanted to experience everything with Vincent, no
reservations. Not everyone got a chance to go back in time and be with a first
lover. She wasn’t going to live this opportunity in half measures.

     
“I
want this, Vincent,” she replied confidently.

     
Nodding,
he brought her hand to his cock. Wrapping her fingers around the warm steel,
she could feel slight tremors of desire and anticipation running through his
body.

     
Working
her hand up and down along his thick length, she pumped, seeing the pearl droplet
bead up on the top. Leaning in, she licked the tip, tasting his essence. The
creamy evidence of his need excited her.

     
Tonguing
his tiny slit again, she heard him groan. That small sound, evidence that he
was enjoying her touch thrilled her and encouraged her to do more. Opening her
mouth, she closed her lips around the head. Sucking, she delighted in the feel
of him along her tongue. She quickly discovered when she drew hard on him, he
made a growling sound in the back of his throat.

     
She
liked hearing it so she did it again, but this time, she added a pumping motion
with her hand. The sound came out louder, and Vincent’s shudders increased in
velocity.

     
Going
down further on his cock until her lips hit her fist, she remained there for a
moment, hollowing out her cheeks as if he were her favorite popsicle.

“Ah,
Fuck!” His hand tunneled into her hair.

     
The
action stung her scalp as his fingers tangled with her hair clip. But she
didn’t stop. Gliding her mouth up his silky member, wet from her attention, she
began to twist her wrist as she moved her head up and down. For long moments
she suckled, pumped, and rotated her hand as his gruff voice called her name
and praised her skills.

     
Concentrating,
she took him as deep as her novice throat would allow and cupped his sac,
rolling his balls between her fingers.

“Chelsi.
Fuck. Stop.” His grip tightened.

     
They
separated simultaneously. Vincent’s rapid breathing filled the room as his
heated gaze captured hers.

“I’m
sorry. I’m not very good…”

     
Fuck,
if she got any better his come would be coating her throat right now. As it
was, he’d found it difficult to ask her to stop. His body just wanted
completion, and it didn’t care if it got that from fucking her mouth all night,
but his heart wanted his cock buried between her legs when he finished.

     
Helping
her up, he kissed her lightly on the mouth. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. I just
want to be inside you now.”

     
Her
shy smile shot an arrow into his heart. He didn’t know what had made her begin
to doubt herself, her beauty, but he had plans to change it if she let him.

     
Placing
his hands on her lush hips, he walked her backwards towards the bed. Stopping
next to it, he began kissing her lips, and his mouth trailed along her neck
until she was wiggling against him.

     
She
turned her head to the side, giving him clearer access to the area just below
her ear. “Vincent…”

“Yes…
sweetheart?”

“Make
l…love to me.”

     
He
hoped that Chelsi only stumbled over the word love because she was highly
aroused and not a question regarding his feelings for her. Tomorrow was soon
enough to analyze the subject.

     
“That’s
exactly what I plan to do.” Scooping her up, he placed her on the bed and
joined her. Sliding his body until they were pressed together from chest to hips,
he kneed her legs apart and fitted himself between her silky thighs. Her wet
smooth sex greeted him.

     
Staring
down into her beautiful reddish-brown complexion and seeing her light brown
gaze holding his caused his heart to ache in a good way. This was the moment he
dreamed about, something he wanted in his life always, having Chelsi beneath
him. By his side.

     
Taking
her hands in his, he intertwined their fingers and held her gaze as he entered
her body. He worked his way into her snug sex. She was tight as a fist as she
arched her hips against him, taking him further in her warmth.

     
The
intense feeling of her wet heat around him, gripping his cock as he pressed
deeper inside of her, almost drove him over the edge. He must have been out of
his mind to allow twelve years to pass before he sought her out. Even then fate
had dealt the hand and brought this delicious beauty back into his life.

     
Just
like their car ride, no words were needed between them as they made love. They
were one and connected on so many levels. His shaft pistoned into her, carving
out his place inside of her and marking her as his.

     
When
her walls seized his dick and she began to shudder beneath him, he pulled out
then plunged in again. He held his place as she climaxed, crying out her
release. Even as her pussy still quivered, he erupted, bathing her with his
seed.

     
Collapsing
on top of her, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them to the side, kissing
her. As he took possession of her mouth, he realized he hadn’t worn a condom. He
never went without suiting up. Even when they were teenagers he’d protected
them both. There was a possibility that Chelsi was on the pill, and there would
be no fertile consequences of this night. However, he couldn’t help but hope
she conceived.

     
He
stopped kissing her and brushed the wild strands away from her face. Her clip
was now gone, lost somewhere among his sheets. She appeared ravaged; her lips
red and swollen from his kisses and eyes practically glowing with satisfaction.
She was a lovely on his bed and in his arms. “How are you feeling?”

     
“Wonderful,”
she whispered. “After such a great meal, I feel so full.” Her eyes were bright
with humor.

     
Rotating
his hips, he knew she could feel his cock, still buried inside of her,
hardening. “I bet you do.”

     
She
giggled when he flexed his shaft, making it jump against her walls. In response,
she squeezed his length.

     
Groaning,
he asked, “Are you ready for dessert?”

“Absolutely.”

     
Falling
to his back, positioning her on top, he said, “Then take your fill.”

     
No
more words were needed as she rode them both into ecstasy.

Chapter Seven

     
Stretching
while the ribbons of a sensuously vivid dream played out in her mind, Chelsi
burrowed down in the covers. She snuggled closer to the solid heat along her
back.

“Oh,
sweetheart, that feels good.”

     
Hearing
a gentle, gruff voice whispering in her ear brought her to awareness. This time
when the images flitted through her mind, they showed like a memory not a
fantasy created from her heart’s desire.

“Vincent?”
she questioned.

     
“It
better be,” he insisted as his hands clasped her hips, holding her butt against
his persistent, hard cock. “I’ve been lying here telling myself not to disturb
you. I almost had myself convinced and ready to go back to sleep when you
started wiggling your plump ass against me.” His arms snaked around her body as
his hand began to make lazy circles on her stomach.

     
She
kept her voice in low tones like his. “Now that I’m up, what do you propose we
do?”

     
His
touch moved lower to the juncture of her thighs as he arched into her, stroking
his thick shaft along the crease of her cheeks. “I want to love you again.” He
kissed the spot below her ear that always turned her insides to mush. “Deep. He
nibbled along the shell. “Hard.” He licked her earlobe. “Fast.” He drew her
lobe into his mouth.

     
Hearing
his words caused her to whimper. She pressed her hips back, needing more
contact with that luscious cock of his.

     
“Tell
me you want it, sweetheart.” That adventurous hand began to stroke her,
spreading her own wetness around her clit.

“I
want it,” she sighed.

     
“Tell
me you want me.” Slipping along the seam of her pussy, he shoved two fingers
inside her sex and rubbed tenaciously on the spot behind her pubic bone.

     
Crying
out, she spread her thighs, giving him more access. Flames of desire licked her
senses. She needed to come.

     
Vincent’s
hand ceased, and he grew still, no longer grinding against her ass. “Tell me
you want me, Chelsi.”

     
Damnit,
didn’t he know how much those words would mark her soul if she said them? It
didn’t matter he was only talking about sex; they meant more to her than the
physical. “Please,” she whined as tears filled her eyes, and she turned her
face further away from him so he wouldn’t see.

     
“Tell
me,” he requested, with a pleading edge to his voice. For a moment she
considered that maybe this night meant more to him.

     
She
convinced her heart of the lie and called out, “I want you, Vincent. I want
you.”

     
The
words tumbled from her mouth like water pouring out from a floodgate. Vincent replaced
his fingers with his dick and slammed into her.

     
“Yes,”
he groaned then pulled out and pushed back in.

     
“Ohmygod,
ohmygod.” Though she was still sore from the pleasure he’d given her earlier in
the night, it didn’t stop her from clutching his arm and thrusting her hips
backwards, matching his rhythm.

     
Lifting
her top leg, he held it high, his forearm pressing against the back of her
knee. Over and over again, his sex slid along her walls.

     
“Touch
yourself. Come around me,” he commanded.

     
Placing
her hand over her wet swollen sex, she masturbated to the beat of his thrusts.
Lost in a vortex of passion, she chanted his name as she had done many times during
the week while pleasuring herself. “Vincent,” she moaned.

“I’m
here, sweetheart. Let go.”

     
As
if his words set her free, she soared into a bone-melting paradise.

     
He
wasn’t through with her. Getting up on his knees, he slung her raised leg over
his shoulder and began thrusting deeper, harder. The side angle caused him to
penetrate new areas, hitting more erogenous zones inside of her.

     
This
was the hard fucking he had promised her. The bed rocked below them. One of his
hands joined hers and played with her pussy, while his other squeezed her ass.
When the thumb of his other hand gathered some of her juices and pressed into
her chaste rear opening, she wanted to protest.

     
However,
the combination of the nefarious caress, the touch on her clit, and his cock
stroking in and out of her greedy sex pushed her doubts away. She drowned under
the tidal wave of pleasure.

     
“Oh,
Chelsi, I’ve missed you. I need you,” he murmured as he carried her through her
orgasm and finally shook with his own.

     
Once
reality came back into focus and their breathing became calmer, Vincent pulled
out. Lowering her leg, he moved back in position behind her and held her tight
against him. His lips brushed the curve of her shoulder. “Chelsi—”

     
“I’m
okay. I jus…” She couldn’t put into words all the things that were going on
inside of her. The one thing that was clear was that she loved Vincent. This
Vincent. Not the teenager on the cusp of becoming a man, but this man who
walked back into her life and stole her heart. Right now, she just wanted to lie
in his arms and pretend that the sun would never rise and reveal the truth of
their relationship, and they could stay like this forever.

     
“Okay.
Sleep, sweetheart.” His light kisses and gentle touch were the last things she
remembered as the sandman claimed her mind.

* * * *

     
Stupid
.
Stupid
.
Stupid
girl
. She berated herself as she woke up
Saturday morning with the sun’s glow bright in the room and discovered she was
in bed alone. Squeezing her eyes shut and turning to her stomach, she buried
her face in the pillow and attempted to block out the sun and her thoughts. She
couldn’t believe how foolish she had been last night to not use protection. Not
once or twice but three times she and Vincent had made love—correction fucked—without
birth control.

     
Vincent
had said that it had been two years for him, and for her it had been much
longer since her last boyfriend, but still, in this day and age, a woman
couldn’t be too careful. A possible STD from Vincent she truly didn’t believe
was a risk, but a baby would be more detrimental.

     
Been
there done that. Had the hospital bill and emotional scars to prove it. When
they were teenagers she’d discovered the reality of a condom only being
ninety-nine percent effective. They’d been that one percent.

     
Why
would she make such a dim-witted mistake? Take a greater brainless risk without
pause?

Because you
love Vincent.

No
, she raved
mentally.

     
I can’t build my hopes on a teenage dream
. What if this
is only momentary fun for him? A fuck down memory lane? Even though he’d
whispered things to her through the night, endearments about caring for her and
missing her, those could have just been words. She didn’t know if should could
take him walking out of her life again. As she sat by the phone and waited for
him to call just once.

     
As
tears burned her nose and eyes, she fought them away. There was no way she was
going to give into crying as she lay in his bed, their lover’s nest. Tender and
well used, her body protested as she sat up, holding the sheet to her breast.

     
She
glanced around the old style English room. The soft gold, orange, and dark
brown décor with its heavy drapes and wide suede covered chairs made the area
appear both masculine and historic at the same time. She listened for sounds
but didn’t hear anyone else moving about. However, with a house this large, she
was sure a party could be going on downstairs, and she wouldn’t know it.

     
As
she was getting up, a bright white sheet of paper caught her eye. There on the floor
by her feet was a note. Reaching down to grab it, she realized she must have
knocked it to the floor with all her flopping around in self pity.

     
My Sweetheart,

     
I had something at the office that needed
my attention from my absence the day before. You were sleeping so peacefully I
didn’t want to disturb you. Thomas is waiting to take you home. I will call you
later. I have the benefit tonight but hope to see you soon. There’s much to
discuss

     
Truly,

     
Vincent.

     
She
groaned. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about anything with him. She
just wanted to push aside the events of the last twelve hours and pretend it
never happened. Only a fool went back down a road that caused them grief
before.

     
She
scanned the floor for her clothing that had been strewn around the room during
the heat of passion. She finally located them on bench at the foot of the bed,
laid out with care. Seeing that pulled at her heart strings, but she
disregarded the rising emotions.

     
In
the massive bathroom with its warm marble flooring and Roman style columns, she
located towels in a big dark oak cabinet. Quickly, she showered and dressed
then used the comb on the sink to tame her hair. There was no telling where her
sliver clip had gone through the night. Rejecting the option of spending more
time in Vincent’s house, she tossed the towels in a hamper and hurried from the
room.

     
Vincent
had been correct. Thomas sat patiently reading a mystery book at the kitchen
table. The echo of her heels alerted him to her arrival. Glancing up, he smiled
at her.

     
“Good
morning, Ms. Halifax. Would you like to eat breakfast before we leave? Mr.
Poindexter said there are supplies for everything from fruit to a grand slam
breakfast.”

     
At
least Vincent was courteous enough to feed his lovers before he kicked them out
his house. There was nothing else that could have been implied than the words
‘Thomas is waiting to take you home’ which Vincent wrote in his message. How
many other women had Thomas taken on the limo ride of shame the morning after?

     
Offering
the driver a tight smile, she said, “If you don’t mind, I’m ready to go now.”

He
nodded. “As you wish.”

     
Closing
his book, he stood and waited for her to grab her purse from the table where it
had sat since she watched Vincent cook her a birthday dinner. She swallowed
several times to loosen the constriction in her throat as she followed Thomas
out the front door to the waiting pearl white vehicle.

* * * *

     
“Zeth,
what are your and Tamara’s plans tonight?” Vincent asked as he watched Mr.
Alvarez, who occupied the chair on the other side of his desk, calmly pull
items from his case.

     
“Nothing
much. Movies, popcorn, sex. The grandparents are in town, and they agreed to take
care of the kids after dinner so my wife and I can have some alone time.”
Zeth’s voice came loud and clear through the speaker phone.

     
“A
night like that just spells fertility trouble for the two of you,” Vincent
joked. He envied Zeth and Tamara’s relationship and children. It was what he
wanted with Chelsi. After last night, he was sure she wanted it, too.

     
He’d
seen the water in her eyes a couple times while they made love, and he’d
clarified it wasn’t from pain, which only left one thing, emotions. That meant
she’d felt the same thing as he had—an overwhelming sense of completion.

     
“There’s
no risk of that since she already has a bun occupying her oven.” Zeth’s voice
brought Vincent’s mind back to the present.

     
“Well,
I hate to interrupt such ardent plans, but I need a favor.”

     
Zeth’s
loud grunt came through the speaker. “Fine. What do you need?”

     
“In
an hour I’m headed to the benefit, but I’ll have all the details squared away
by then and fill you in,” Vincent declared.

     
“Vin,
I’ll be waiting with bated breath.” Zeth assumed a high pitched off kilter
voice of a woman.