Vincent

I stared at Scarlet across the restaurant table. We’d emptied a bottle of wine, and our plates were wiped clean of our meals. Now we were finishing our final glasses, the white wine perfectly complementing the meal we’d just devoured.

In a black dress with curled hair, she looked like a bombshell. Her hair was pinned to one side, exposing her petite shoulder in the one-strap dress. She always looked magnificent, but tonight, she looked absolutely stunning.

I couldn’t stop picturing her on her knees.

She gave incredible head. The memory came to me in my dreams. It came to me when I was in the middle of a meeting with millions of dollars on the table. My mind became clouded by sex. I wanted to conquer her in my bed, press her so deeply into the mattress that she sank toward the floor. I wanted her to pull me deeper into her and whisper my name.

When my imagination ran wild and my hard dick pressed against my jeans, I forced the thoughts away. “I love what you did with your hair.” It was the first thing that came to mind. It was pushed back and elegant. It wouldn’t be easy to fist later, but I liked the way it looked.

“Thanks. So, your flight leaves tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’m taking my own jet. Thorn and Autumn and a few other people are taking Titan’s plane. But since they’re staying for their honeymoon, everyone will come back on mine.”

“Sounds like a good plan. When will you be back?”

“Four days.”

She nodded. “You must be excited.”

I was excited. My son had found the perfect woman to share his life with. I’d never have to worry about him. He had a good woman who would set him straight when he needed it, and she would be there for him when things got tough. I wouldn’t be on this earth in fifty years, and I needed to know my sons would be okay. “Yes, I am.”

“I’m happy for you. There’s no greater feeling than seeing your child happy.”

“You’re right.” One of the things I loved most about Scarlet was how much she understood what it was really like to be a parent. It was the hardest job in the world but the most rewarding. She loved her daughter more than anything in the world, and it was obvious in the way she talked about her. The other women I’d dated were too young to have children, so they never understood.

“I hope my daughter winds up with the perfect man. I’d die happy.”

“I’ve got two more I have to worry about…” Brett was approaching forty, and Jax was still in his party phase. Diesel had been that way, too, until he encountered Titan. I didn’t know if Jax would be so lucky to find someone the way Diesel did.

“They’ll find someone. It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen.”

We finished the rest of our wine, taking our time. Our comfortable silence was just as soothing as the alcohol. She was the perfect pairing to my drink, the strawberry to my dessert wine. “You’ll be alright while I’m gone?”

She laughed into her glass.

I kept my straight face.

“Oh…you aren’t joking.” She took a sip before she set down her glass. “Vincent, you know I don’t need you to look out for me. I’ve never needed a man for anything. That’s why you’re sitting across the table from me right this moment.”

“Not true. I want to take care of you.”

Her eyes softened.

She was an independent woman who didn’t need me for anything, but that was why I wanted to give her the world. I wanted her to relax and be taken care of for once. I wanted to give her the world because it was so easy for me to do.

“I appreciate that, but I’ll be fine. I’m having brunch with my sister on Saturday, taking my daughter out to dinner later that night, and my nephew is having a birthday party on Sunday. So my weekend is pretty saturated.”

“That sounds nice.” I wished I could attend those things with her. I wondered what her sister was like. I wondered if her daughter would like me.

“It’ll be fine. I’m excited to introduce you to them when the time is right.”

When the time is right. I wasn’t sure when that would be, but judging by the way I wanted her so much, it would be soon.

I paid the tab, and then we left for my penthouse.

I never wanted to be presumptuous, but I hoped she was coming back to my place. “Are you coming over tonight?”

“Are you inviting me?” She placed her hand on my thigh.

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, I’d love to.”

We went to my penthouse and rode the elevator until we appeared in my living room. I pulled out my phone and picked a soothing classical song to play over the sound system. Whenever I was home alone, sitting on the couch doing paperwork, it was usually the music I listened to. Scarlet calmed me, so I thought the song paired with her perfectly.

I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses before we sat together on the couch. Her legs were crossed, and she smeared lipstick on her glass as she drank. Her green eyes were on me, and she looked so beautiful I wanted to take her to bed right that second.

I restrained myself.

Alessia and the others were a lot more talkative. They told me about their day, the drama they had with friends and their parents. I listened attentively, but I didn’t find their problems that interesting. Being with an older woman like Scarlet was much easier because she was vastly more mature. She didn’t ramble on the way others did. Whenever she spoke, it was purposeful.

“I got tickets to this art showcase next weekend. Would you like to come with me?”

It was the first time she’d asked me to do something. It seemed like I was the one always controlling our relationship. “I’d love to.” A part of me was hoping she’d ask me to meet her family, but since I hadn’t asked her to meet my sons, that seemed hypocritical.

“What’s on your mind, Vincent?” She set the glass on the coffee table and gave me her full focus.

I enjoyed the way she said my name. Her voice was deep, and it held power I immediately responded to. She was the most confident woman I’d ever been with, but that confidence never turned to arrogance.

“A lot of things.” I sat back against the couch with my wineglass in my hand.

“Such as?”

“For one, I find myself hoping you’ll ask me to meet your daughter and your sister…even though that seems too soon. I haven’t asked you to spend time with my kids, so that doesn’t seem fair. A part of me wishes you were coming to the wedding with me. And I want to make love to you on my bed right now…”

She didn’t blink once despite my blunt confession. Her expression didn’t change, and she retained the same self-assured composure. Her gorgeous legs looked long underneath her dress, and the black nail polish on her toenails gave an extra sexy perk.

The chemistry rose between us, our mutual desire filling the room. I wanted to be between her legs, but I knew once I was, there was no going back. It would be the beginning of a long and happy relationship. It wouldn’t be a meaningless fuck I could just brush off. My heart would be on the line, and I’d be stepping into something I’d been avoiding for over a decade.

Scarlet rose from the couch then faced me, her dark hair still pinned back and to the side. She wore a backless dress, so all she had to do was grab the strap and peel it down her beautiful shoulder. The fabric slowly dropped down her body until it fell to her waist.

Her tits were gorgeous.

Two pieces of tape were across her nipples, and she quickly removed both at the same time. Her nipples hardened immediately once they were free. Age had dragged down her tits slightly. They weren’t perky like the racks I was used to seeing. But her flawless skin, her beautiful curves, and the pink color around her nipples made them stunning. My mouth ached to wrap around each one and suck.

She pushed the dress down to her feet, revealing her beautiful body in just a black thong. There was extra weight in her hips and stomach, but she still possessed a body that made me hard in my jeans. She was all woman, all feminine curves. A slight hint of stretch marks was noticeable below her belly button, but the scars were beautiful. They were battle marks from bringing her only child into the world. A young man wouldn’t find that sexy, but I certainly did. Women would always be stronger than men because they were ones who created men to begin with.

No man could compete with that.

“Then take me, Vincent. You know how long I’ve wanted you.”

My right hand formed a fist, and I clenched my jaw. Temptation was staring me right in the face, and I’d never been so tempted. I felt more aroused by her than I did with any of the others. She had a powerful inner beauty that outshone every model I’d been with. Gorgeous curves, beautiful eyes, and keen intelligence made her the most desirable woman in the world.

She stepped closer to me, her knee touching mine.

I wanted to yank that pin out of her hair and fist her hair. I wanted to smother her mouth with endless kisses. I wanted to feel those firm tits in my palms. I wanted to have a passionate night with someone I actually cared about. Good sex was easy to find, but fantastic sex was rare. There had to be more than just an attraction, a chemistry. There had to be raging hearts full of emotion.

My hands moved to her knees, and I felt her thighs with my fingertips. Her muscles were sculpted, and her skin was so soft. My heart accelerated at the touch, feeling my mind begin to fog with logical thought.

I sat upright and wrapped my hands around her legs. I kissed her skin, starting at her thighs and moving up to her stomach. My lips brushed over the lace of her panties before I placed gentle kisses along her stomach. I kissed her stretch marks then dragged my tongue across the delicious skin.

Her fingers dug into my hair, and she inhaled deeply, her body coming to life at my touch.

My hands glided over her hips and to her waistline, feeling her petiteness. I gripped her tightly, assuring myself she was truly real. I rose to my feet and lifted her at the same time, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her into my bedroom.

She cupped my face and kissed me, her fingers digging into my hair. She breathed hard into my mouth as her lips trembled against mine. Her tits dragged against my t-shirt as she moved, and her heavenly smell wrapped around me.

I laid her on my bed then pulled my shirt over my head.

She immediately pressed her bare feet against my chest, her toes digging into me. “You’re so hard…”

I brought one ankle to my lips and kissed it. Then I kissed the other.

I dropped my jeans and boxers next then yanked her body to the edge of the bed. She sucked my dick so good last time, and I was eager to return the favor. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face between her legs.

“Oh god…” The second I touched her, her entire body tensed, and she locked her hands around my wrists. As if she hadn’t been expecting me to kiss her in such a delicate place, her hips bucked uncontrollably. Her head rolled back, and she panted through my kisses, moaning louder than most women did during sex.

She was waxed and ready for me, so she obviously had been hoping things would heat up tonight.

That was a turn-on.

My mouth worked her nub, and I enjoyed her exquisite taste. She tasted exactly as a woman should taste—delicious. My arms hooked around her thighs, and I devoured her, enjoying her while taking my time. Listening to her writhe for me was satisfying. When she said she hadn’t been on a date in a year, I could tell she hadn’t been exaggerating.

My cock was hard and ready to go, but I stayed on my knees and pleasured her. I’d made her wait weeks before I would even kiss her. With Alessia and Meredith, I slept with them the same night I met them. My patience was a compliment since I only resisted because I actually cared about her.

I pushed her to the edge, making her teeter on the precipice of joy. She held her breath and dug her nails into my skin. “Vincent…Vincent.” She repeated my name over and over again before she crashed into a world of pleasure. “God…yes.” She bucked against my mouth and winced in pleasure, reduced to a woman riding a high.

My tongue kept working her body until her moment was completely over. “That was…wow.”

I rose to my feet, my cock anxious to feel how wet she was. She didn’t even need my saliva in order to take me. My cock was hard in a way it hadn’t been in a long time. The beautiful women in my life fulfilled my sexual desires, but none of them got me so rock hard. If Scarlet enjoyed my mouth so much, I couldn’t wait to see how much she enjoyed everything else I had to offer.

My knees sank into the mattress, and I maneuvered on top of her, my hard body rubbing against her soft skin. When her bare tits pressed against me, I felt my spine shiver. I leaned down and sucked both of her nipples, making her wince from the pressure. I guided my tongue into the valley between her awesome tits.

Fuck…the way she tasted.

My mouth moved up her neck until I found her lips. I kissed her hard on the mouth as my thighs separated her. My engine was revving at full capacity, and I couldn’t slow down. Now that we were skin against skin, my breath came out shaky. My throbbing dick rubbed against her clit, and I imagined how she would feel once I was buried deep inside.

I forced my kisses to slow down.

I forced my body to stop.

I sucked her bottom lip before I moved my gaze to hers. Her tubes were tied, so pregnancy wasn’t an issue. I was clean, and judging by the fact that her sex life was unremarkable, she probably was too.

So I didn’t ask. That was a conversation for horny young people.

I pointed my crown at her entrance and slowly sank.

Jesus…she felt incredible.

She dug her nails into my biceps and moaned in my face. “Vincent…”

She was tight, wet, and perfect. My cock could definitely make a home between her legs. I moved until most of my length was inside her. If I gave her any more, I’d just hurt her. I rubbed my nose against hers and felt her warm breath fall on my skin.

She locked her ankles together behind my back and ran her fingers through my hair. She looked at me with a gaze full of sex and something deeper. It was affection, it was trust, and it was something else too.

I kissed her slower this time, my lips moving with hers at a languid pace. She dug her fingers into my hair and kissed me with the same restrained passion. Our bodies moved together slowly, feeling each other rather than aggressively grinding.

I wanted this to last because it felt so good. I wanted to build her up to another orgasm before I filled her. She just came, so it might take a while. But it’d been so long since she got laid, it might take less than five minutes.

Sweat collected on our bodies, and the sound of our moving lips filled my bedroom. The headboard gently tapped against the wall from time to time. I hooked my arm under her thigh, and I pinned it back so I could move deeper inside her.

Her nails dug into me and her moans increased.

I was hitting her in the perfect spot. I could feel it. Sweat trickled down my chest and rubbed her against her tits. My balls tightened because I could feel how much she enjoyed me.

She dragged her nails down my back and moaned in my face. Her pussy tightened around me with impressive force, and she writhed underneath me as another explosive orgasm overtook her. “Vincent…” She pressed her mouth to mine but was unable to kiss me, her body electrified by the pleasure I was giving her.

I thrust into her harder, making the climax of the orgasm even stronger. My cock twitched inside her as I prepared to release. I couldn’t stop myself from coming even if I wanted to. The all-or-nothing sequence had been initiated, and I couldn’t hold back. Just as she finished her climax, mine began.

My hand latched on to her hair, and I shoved my entire length inside her so she would catch every drop of my come. I stuffed her deep, giving her everything I had. Even without seeing it with my own eyes, I knew my release was impressive.

She gripped my ass and pulled me hard into her. “So good…” She laid her head back and stared up at me with sweat gleaming on her forehead. Her tits rose and fell as she caught her breath. “Oh Jesus…”

My dick softened inside her, and I kissed her neck as I recovered from what I’d just experienced. Sex had never been that good with the flings I’d had. Fucking on my yacht in the Mediterranean had never been as explosive as what I’d just had with Scarlet. It was missionary and slow, but it was still fantastic.

She ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes. “My god…”

I kissed the valley between her tits.

“Vincent, a man has never made me feel so good.” She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “You’re a god.” Her arms circled my neck, and she kissed me hard on the mouth. “Not once in my forty-two years of life have I ever come twice…”

“Expect it to happen all the time now.” My sweaty body was entwined with hers, and I wasn’t thinking about how much our relationship had just changed. Now I was connected to her in a way I wasn’t before. I adored this woman with all that I had. Now I saw her as mine.

I saw her as my everything.