Victoria pulled back from the kiss, her eyes burning with hunger and something more tender, more possessive. She straddled James with confident grace, her legs sliding over his thighs as her weight settled into his lap. His breath caught, but he didn't move. Didn't dare. He watched, spellbound, as she reached for the borrowed blazer still clinging to her shoulders.
One tug and it fell from her frame. She was bare. Completely bare.
James blinked, stunned. The sight of her, her glistening skin, the swell of her breasts rising with each breath, the pink of her nipples tightening from the air and his gaze was almost too much. He instinctively looked away, cheeks flushing. No matter the number of times he's seen them he's still not used to it.
But Victoria caught his chin.
"No," she murmured, voice like silk and steel. "Look at me." Her hand guided him back. "Aren't they pretty?"
His breath stuttered, eyes sweeping reverently across her exposed chest. "Yes," he whispered, mesmerized. "So damn pretty."
A dangerous smile curved her lips. "Good. Because these…" She leaned in, brushing her breasts against his chest, "...are the only ones you'll ever see in your life."
Before he could react to the possessiveness of her words, her mouth crashed into his again. It was wild. Demanding and completely untethered. Their tongues tangled in a feverish dance, lips bruising from the pressure. Her hands roamed down the soaked fabric of his shirt before slipping underneath, finding the heat of his skin. Her fingertips were cool, electric, as they traced the ridges of his abdomen.
James flinched at the initial contact, his breath hitching.
"Still too much?" she asked, pulling back, voice suddenly uncertain.
Was he still uncomfortable with it?
He shook his head. "No…go ahead."
Victoria exhaled, the sound laced with relief and excitement. She tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso, damp, flushed, and beautiful. Her gaze devoured him as if seeing him for the first time. The strong lines, the firm muscle beneath taut skin, the way he breathed her in.
She touched him slowly.
Almost reverently.
Her fingers danced down his chest, grazing over his ribs, his stomach, up again across his pecs. She traced the hard plane of him with open awe, then looked into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," she said, voice low, almost disbelieving.
James swallowed, his hands finding her waist as he trembled beneath her. "You're the one who's unreal, Victoria."
And then his lips found her breasts.
Her breath hitched sharply as he drew one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, lips pulling gently, then harder. She gasped, her back arching, pressing herself further into him. James was a quick learner, it hadn't been long she introduced him to it now he eats her real good. He sucked, kissed, worshipped her chest, lavishing one breast with attention before moving to the other, murmuring between kisses, "You're so damn pretty, Tori. So soft… so perfect…"
Her entire body trembled. Trusting him. Wanting him. She reached down, grabbing his hand, and guides it between her thighs.
James waited for only a second before sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear. She was soaked. The moment his fingers found her heat, Victoria gasped, her hips jerking toward his touch.
He explored her slowly, gently, fingers gliding through her folds. When he circled her clit, she cried out and clung to his shoulders, forehead pressed against his.
"James… hmm," she gasped. "Please…"
As mastered, his fingers moved in smooth skilled strokes, circling, teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge. He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them slowly as he watched her fall apart.
"Tori, you're tight," he whispered, kissing her temple. "You feel incredible."
Victoria whimpered, nails digging into his back.
The heat between her thighs became unbearable as he fingered her and ate her breast at the same time. Her hands curled into his hair, dragging him closer, needing more. He littered kisses down her chest, her stomach, slow and teasing, like he wanted to memorize the taste of her skin.
She couldn't take it.
"James…" she whispered, breathless. "I need more…"
His hands slid down her hips, caressing her thighs. "Tell me what you need, Tori."
She confessed without preambles, cheeks pink, vulnerability flashing in her eyes. Then she leaned in, voice trembling. "I want… your mouth."
James's eyes darkened. "Say it again."
She gripped his jaw. "I want your mouth on me, James. Please."
He shifted her gently, laying her back across the leather seat, the heat of the car making her skin glow. Her thighs parted for him like a prayer answered. He kissed along her inner thigh then higher, inch by inch, murmuring praise against her skin. His breath hot against her slick folds.
"So beautiful…every part of you," he breathed, voice reverent. "You're so pretty down here…"
Then his mouth descended.
Victoria cried out, hips jolting at the first stroke of his tongue. It was slow and deliberate, teasing her folds, lapping at her like she was the only thing he'd ever crave.
This moment unlike others was different. It was beautiful and meaningful unlike the usual chaotic and frenzied cloud of lust. This moment was in one word, Perfect. He was making love to her lace panty covered privates.
His tongue circled her covered clit, sucked gently then flicked, making her moan deep and loud. He tasted her like a man starved, every sound she made drawing him deeper into madness.
Her hands flew to the fogged window, searching for something to hold. Her palm landed on the glass, and as the pleasure intensified, her fingers dragged down leaving crooked streaks of moisture in their wake.
"James… oh my God…right there, ahh ahhh…"
He completely ate. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, anchoring her as his mouth worked her over. He alternated between fingering, licks and sucks, relentlessly pulling her closer and closer to the edge. Her hand holding him there, her thighs trembled, her back arched, her breath came out in sobs.
"You taste like heaven," he whispered against her. "So good, Tori… come for me."
He moaned into her, the sound vibrating against her most sensitive spot. Her body went rigid as the orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name, her hand slamming against the fogged windowpane again, nails clawed down the window with a scraping hiss, leaving crooked trails. Her thighs clamped around his head but he didn't let go, he stayed with her, riding the waves of her release, licking her through it until her legs gave out and her body slumped.
She lay there trembling, sweat slicking her skin, chest heaving. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and James rose between her thighs, his lips glistening, face flushed with heat and adoration.
He kissed her inner thigh gently, then the curve of her hip, then up her body, trailing devotion across her skin. Victoria couldn't even speak.
When he reached her face, she cupped it in both hands, eyes filled with awe.
"This is the… second time you've made me feel something like that," she whispered, broken, raw, real.
James smiled, forehead resting against hers. "You deserve to feel like that every day."
Their kiss was slow this time. Deep and filled with silent promises. The fog around them sealed the moment like a secret, one the outside world could never touch.
Tonight, nothing else existed only her, only him, only the fire between them.
And it was inevitable.