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Vincent
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With Heather pressed against my chest, I rose from my seat. She almost slipped for a second, but I wouldn’t let that happen. The moment that I had her back in place, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She was holding onto me tightly while she kissed, licked, and bit my neck sensually.
When I started to take the stairs, two at a time with her in my arms, Heather grabbed my hair and pulled just a little bit. Just enough so that I could feel the stinging pain. The sensation was more arousing than painful, and it made me want to ravish her even more than I had already wanted to.
I rushed a little too much, sprinting down the hall and into the room in mere seconds. I was just glad that I had thought to leave the door open so that I didn’t have to open it while I was carrying her. I could have, and would have, but it was quicker to just run inside the room.
Before I knew what had happened, Heather was laying in the middle of the bed and I was standing on my knees, looming above her. She shivered in excitement and possibly a little bit of fear when she saw the feral, needy beast flash in my eyes for a moment.
"So beautiful." I growled the words in a deep, animalistic tone. "So tender."
"Vincent." She smiled at me. "What are you waiting for? You were in such a hurry to get up here, and now you just sit there, looking at me." She smirked at me, egging me on.
"I am getting there, my love." I assured her, my tone was still beast-like. "I just wanted to savor this image for a moment." She was laying directly beneath me, so close to my growing erection was already pressing against her as it bulged in my slacks.
"Really?" She asked as she slid the loose straps of her dress down. She didn’t reveal herself completely, it was more of a teasing show for me. "Like what you see here?"
"More than you know, sweetheart. More than you know."
I needed to move then. I had to see her, naked and glorious as she writhed beneath me. However, she had just gotten this dress at the spa today, so I didn’t want to destroy it. I had to be gentle, something that I reminded myself of every half of a second as I reached cautiously down toward her and slid the dress down and down and down some more.
Before long, I had her laying there beneath me nearly nude.
Heather was the most beautiful woman in the world, at least in my eyes. She was five feet eight inches tall with brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes that were like pools of serenity that I often got lost in when I stared into her eyes. She wasn’t the thinnest woman around, but she wasn’t plump either.
She was pleasantly soft and supple, perfect for snuggling hugs and long nights of holding her in my arms while we slept or watched movies in the living room. And she was similar to me in another way as well. We would be social with our friends and family, but we didn’t have much of a desire to be out and about unless we had to be.
I was far from done though. I needed more of her. I needed to feel her wrapped around me in every way possible. I shifted my body, moved up so that I was hovering over her, and slid effortlessly inside of her moistened passageway. She screamed again as the sensation made her come instantly again.
As the waves of passion wracked through her body, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. She was holding onto me with everything that she had in her. That just made me want her even more.
"Heather." I growled her name into her ear as I pressed her into the mattress.
"Vincent." My name came out on a high pitched moan of pleasure as I moved in and out of her in a strong and steady rhythm. I wasn’t brutal or merciless with her, but I was showing how very much my body had missed her’s since the last time that we had come together like this.
I thrust into her again and again, my rhythm changing from hard and fast to slow and steady when I would get too close to the point of no return. I refused to finish until I had pleased her again and again. I would always pull back and let her pleasure take the lead. She came apart beneath me again and again as I pleased her in all the ways that I knew how to.
I shifted our bodies so that I was sitting on the bed, and she wrapped around me as I used my arms to lift and lower her from my iron hard shaft. She arched her back again and again as she threw her head back on nonsensical cries of pleasure and passion.
Again, I changed our positions. I laid us down on the bed, only leaving her body for the briefest of moments before snuggling up behind her and sliding inside of her once more. I was propped up on my right elbow, with her left leg draped over my hip and her arm up and cradling my cheek as we kissed passionately.
I slid gently inside of her body again and again, reaching points that I had not gotten to in either of the last two positions.
"V..V..Vincent." She panted and moaned my name stutteringly as she came again.
"I love you, Heather. More and more each time that I see you. Each time that I slide into your perfect body is always better and more special than the last. Every time with you is the best time, my love."
"Oh, Vincent." She sighed and I could smell the salty tears of love and happiness that were starting to flow from her eyes. I didn’t waste those either, I licked the tear from the left side of her face, taking more of her that she had to offer me.
I felt her body tightening around me again, for probably the dozenth time or more. Finally, I decided that I wasn’t going to hold myself back anymore. I wanted to come with her this time. I wanted to share that moment with her and reach that deeper connection with her that I had longed for since this night had started.
With the muscles of her slick passage milking my shaft with each thrust into her glorious body, I exploded inside of her. Her waves of passion had pulled me along with her, and I wasn’t at all upset about it.
For a while, we just sat there in the bed, me still cradled in her warm depths. I could tell that her body was spent though, and that she needed to rest before I could have her again. That was fine. We could sleep for now. We had the rest of the weekend after all.
I pulled the thin sheet over us, not needing it for warmth but for her modesty when she finally woke later that night or in the morning. Slowly and gently, I pulled myself out of her body, the move made her shudder, a fact that made me smile in satisfaction. Lastly, I pulled her closer to my chest and rested her head on my shoulder. I would be the warmth that she needed while she slept.
Occasionally, I pressed kisses to her temple as she drifted into a deep and peaceful slumber. This had been a perfect night.