The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows as Victoria lingered over her coffee, watching the familiar dance of her parents' relationship unfold. Her father, Fabian, had just announced his intention to spend the day with James when her mother, Samantha, suddenly stood up with that determined look in her eyes as she gathered her purse and keys.
"Actually, we're going out today," Samantha declared, though it sounded more like a gentle command than a suggestion.
Fabian grumbled from his chair, shooting a longing glance toward James who was quietly washing dishes at the sink. "But I just said I was going to spend the day with James..."
"James will still be here when we get back," Samantha replied firmly, linking her arm through her husband's. "We haven't had a proper day together in weeks."
Victoria caught her mother's eye and shared a knowing smile. Samantha's impromptu decision was perfectly timed, and Victoria appreciated the gesture more than her mother could know.
"Have fun, you two," Victoria called out as her parents headed for the door, Fabian still muttering about his ruined plans.
As the door clicked shut, the silence left behind wasn't empty. It was charged.
Victoria set her mug down slowly and turned her attention to James, who continued his work at the open kitchen leaned over, occasionally reaching for a cracker between movements on the counter. She found herself smiling at the simple domesticity of the moment. His damp hair curled slightly from his earlier shower. The sight of him was enough to make her thighs clench.
The man I want to snack on is eating snacks. The irony wasn't lost on her.
"You know," she said, moving closer to him, "you don't have to do all the cleaning."
James glanced over his shoulder, a small smile playing at his lips. "I don't mind. It keeps me busy."
Victoria stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a gentle embrace. Her palms slid over his jacket, she felt him still for a moment before relaxing into her touch. The warmth of his back against her chest, the familiar scent of his cologne, the quiet rhythm of his breathing, it all felt so natural, so right. She pressed her lips to the curve of his neck. Slowly. Deliberately.
"I'm glad they went out," she whispered against his shoulder.
One kiss.
Then another.
Then she trailed down his spine, each kiss much uninhabited than the last.
James froze breath-catching mid-motion. He wiped his hand, and said in a tight voice that made her heart race that he was not resisting. "Tori..."
She came around to face him, her eyes dark with heat. She reached up to touch his jaw, marveling at how something so simple could feel so electric, and stood on her toes to kiss his jaw. The edge of it, the line leading up to his ear. Her lips moved slow and sensual, smooching at his skin, like she was devouring every piece of him. James groaned, his eyes sliding shut as the sensation rippled through him.
"I need to finish the dishes," he said softly, though his actions suggested otherwise as his thumb traced along her cheek.
"Later," she breathed, rising on her toes to meet him halfway.
Their mouths tangled. Tongues brushing. Hands flying.
She pushed him backward, and he let her, matching each step with his own hungry kisses as she guided him toward the stairs. They didn't pause not once as they kissed up the steps, bodies pressed tight, stumbling slightly between heated mouths and grasping hands.
They burst into her bedroom like a spark hitting gasoline.
Victoria shoved the door closed with her back and wasted no time. She grabbed his jacket and tugged it off his shoulders with a hungry moan, tossing it aside.
His belt was next, her hands already on it when suddenly--
James caught her wrists. Firm, controlled and spun her.
She laughed at this. Her front hit the wall with a soft gasp. Before she could blink, his hand wrapped around her throat not harsh, but possessive. His mouth returned to her neck, lips dragging, biting, claiming.
Victoria shuddered.
The dominance. The grip. The control in his touch. It startled her and aroused her beyond reason.
"Keep your hands on the wall," James standing behind her murmured against her ear. "Don't move them."
She nodded breathlessly, spreading her fingers against the smooth wall, chest rising and falling in anticipation.
"I noticed last night," he said lowly, fingers trailing along her spine, "you were trying to get me to touch your breasts."
She swallowed thickly. "Yeah…"
James leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Why?"
"They've been… heavy," she whispered. "Tender. It hurts not being groped."
His hand slid slowly around her waist. "You want me to make it feel better?"
"I do." Victoria lifted her bra up sneakily.
Without hesitation, his hand moved. Victoria's breath hitched then stopped entirely as his palm slipped beneath her blouse and found bare skin.
Her skin was hot and sensitive. Her back curved to form an arch as his hand glided upward, so slowly she thought she'd go mad. Her nipples were already hard, aching. The anticipation made her thighs tremble.
Then, Contact.
James's hand cupped her breast fully, possessively. His thumb accidentally brushed over her nipple as he closed around it. She flinched.
And then she moaned. Loud. It echoed into the room.
"Oh god…"
James froze feeling the bare contact, the squishy but firm breast was wonderful and satisfying to his senses he almost did the inevitable, tempted, as he noticed her sly work. Such a vixen. Just as his hand moved away, Victoria reached forward and grabbed his wrist.
"Finish what you started. Touch me here," she said, guiding his palm back over the swell of her breast. "It's been driving me crazy."
James exhaled, long and shaky.
"Do you like it that much?" he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly.
She nodded frantically. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." She placed his hand fully over her breast.
"Press harder," she whispered. "I need it."
He obeyed, gently squeezing but she moved his hand again, adjusting the grip.
"Harder, James."
A groan escaped him as he squeezed again, rougher now. His thumb brushed over her nipple again and she gasped, slapping one hand on the wall to steady herself.
"Yes...there."
Her fingers guided his, showing him how to circle her nipple, how to pinch it just enough to make her toes curl.
"Pinch it. Like this." Her breath hitched as she helped him do it, tentative, deliberate. Hips rocking.
He obeyed, then repeated it.
Victoria moaned, forehead pressing to the wall.
"Oh fuck...yes, just like that…"
James kissed her neck again, biting softly at her shoulder as his hand kneaded her breast, gentle at first, then more intentional. The other hand rose to join the first and mimicked the motion; kneading, massaging, pinching, and Victoria gasped, arching into his touch like a live wire.
"So sensitive. You're burning up," he breathed, mouth brushing her ear.
"You make me this way," she said, voice trembling. "You make me burn, James."
"It doesn't hurt right?" he muttered, fingers pausing for a breath.
She turned her head, catching his gaze over her shoulder.
"I want to hurt a little," she said softly. "I want to feel it. From you."
That broke him.
His hands resumed, firmer, hungrier, his mouth back on her neck, biting softly as his thumbs flicked over her stiff nipples until she was panting.
Victoria shivered and cried out biting her lip to hold back the sound but failing miserably.
"God. James. I swear I'm going to fall apart."
He nuzzled into her hair. "It's okay I will hold you close." Then pressed harder against her from behind, her back to his chest, both hands still worshipping her breasts like he was sculpting her out of want.
His mouth never left her skin as he gave her nipples a slow, teasing pinch.
She moaned again, thighs squeezing, nails scraping the wall. But still only his hands on her breasts.
Only that.
It was edging, torture, divine pressure building and building with no release.
"I want you so bad," she whispered brokenly. "I feel like I'm losing my mind."
"I know," he rasped. "But your parents will be back eventually."
Victoria turned her face just enough for their mouths to brush. "Then we better make the most of our time."
"Then feel as much as you can."
She whimpered arching back into him, her head rested on his shoulder, his name a breathless prayer on her lips.
Their chests rose and fell together, both of them trembling on the edge of something that promised to change everything.
But still… they held back.
Touching. Breathing. Wanting.
Needing.
And waiting for the moment neither of them could anymore.
For now, this was enough, these stolen moments alone, this growing sense that their connection was beginning to deepen between them. The future could wait; they had this perfect, quiet morning to themselves, and that was everything.