Every fantasy bled into one another, always of them naked, tangled in sheets, slick skin against skin, her breathy voice begging for more, making love with wild abandon.
James looked away and felt heat rise from his neck as he tried to hide his blush and shameful thoughts. Get it together, he scolded, drinking cool water.
Victoria noticed and asked, "Are you okay?"
James nodded, avoiding eye contact. He cleared his throat then munched on a piece of toast like it was a raft. What is wrong with me?
Up until yesterday, he was adamant on not having sex. Now it was all he could think of. Her body. Her moans. Her warmth. Her everything.
Have I always been this horny? Or maybe...maybe Victoria's wide, uninhibited energy had finally rubbed off on him. Maybe she had unlocked something in him that he didn't know existed.
He glanced up at her again, watching her eat gracefully, yet carelessly elegant. She was typing something into her phone, multitasking like it was second nature and then a small drop of sauce dripped on her lip then her tongue darted out to lick it clean.
James stopped breathing.
That delicate, quick flick of pink erased him. He wanted to grab her by the nape and kiss her senseless. He wanted to drag her onto his lap and finish what they started. He wanted more. Needed more.
Gosh, what the hell is wrong with me? She's still healing from the pain of last night.
Even as he reasoned out his mind sought ways to ease himself. Victoria would tell him if she needed more.
Yes, that's right. She's always been vocal about her desires. She told him every filthy, emotional, and aching detail, James surmised. If I kiss her she would most likely ask for more.
He leaned in slightly, his voice hoarse, intimate.
"Tori."
Victoria looked up surprised at the softness in his tone.
James didn't hesitate to pull her in for a kiss. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of tea and something sweet. For a moment, she didn't respond then slowly, sensually, she began to kiss him back.
It was not rushed. It was intentional. Slow licks, deep pulls, a deliberate sensuality that made Victoria groan into his mouth. She didn't miss the smirk he gave against her lips. It was subtle but it was there.
She noticed for quite some time, James' kissing technique had improved greatly unlike when they had started their relationship. It was because of this she could easily recognize the technique. He's using what I taught him for when I'm needy for his touch.
That teasing lick of his tongue. That way he pulled her in without giving her everything at once. A slow seduction. She chuckled internally, not pulling away but not giving in either.
His attempt was cute, she thought but not enough.
She wanted him to take control. For once.
She had been the one to start steamy moments in their relationship; guiding him, encouraging him, seducing him. And while it thrilled her to lead, something deep in her femininity ached to be dominated. To be taken. To be wanted so fiercely he couldn't hold back. He needed to meet her halfway.
James, sensing the same change in her as earlier, paused. Her response had grown lukewarm. Too lukewarm.
They opened their eyes. Victoria's were clear, unreadable, shinning with something he couldn't name. James' on the other hand, looked uncertain like a man waiting for permission he didn't realize had already been granted. Puzzled and questioning.
Victoria gently reached out, wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb, and said, "You look especially radiant today, my birthday boo."
Then she turned back to her plate, nonchalant, returning her attention to her phone. Though her other free hand sought his. Their fingers intertwined beneath the table and her thumb brushed slowly over the ridge of his knuckles. Her touch was tender. Electric.
James went back to the food on the plate. He chewed slowly, mind spiraling.
Does she not want me anymore?
The doubt gripped his chest like a vice.
They'd finally made love, yes. She'd given herself to him completely. But now? She wasn't doing anything. She wasn't jumping on him or teasing him or whispering dirty suggestions in his ear.
Maybe she doesn't crave me the same way anymore?
Right then his mind flashed back to that look she gave him thus morning, hungry and needy. She'd practically devoured him with her eyes.
No. She's crazy for me. I know she is.
Still, the silence was messing with him. His erection throbbed beneath the table, persistent and unforgiving.
James stared at Victoria trying to figure out answers to his disturbed mind. Scenes of their passionate lovemaking surged: Her gasps, her nails down his back, the way she clenched around him, he'd never felt nor experienced anything like her pussy. She was so tight, and a sopping mess, he thought he was drowning in her from how wet and responsive she was. She made him feel so good he could still feel it.
However, he never had the luxury of having his own release. He hadn't gotten to finish. The familiar ache in his groin now was heavier than before, full tense and demanding.
Victoria felt James' stare. Without looking at him directly, she side eyed him, smiled soft and knowing as he fought the internal battle with himself.
James, she thought to herself, what are you doing? Pick up the baton. Take the lead. Why are you hesitating?
She could feel the tension wrapping around them like a thick fog, every breath they took charged with anticipation.
Do it, she urged silently. Fling these dishes off the table, lift up my dress, pick me up, spread my leg and fuck me until I scream.
She ached to submit. To give in. She was waiting for him to cross the line of his own restraint. She prayed for a miracle.
However, nothing happened. They finished eating in silence.
When she stood and gathered the dishes, walking to the galley to wash them, she could still feel James' gaze glued to her back.
She rinsed the last plate, wiped her hands with a towel, and turned slightly.
"I'm going to start the yacht," she said calmly. "I need to get us to the next destination of your celebration."
She made to leave the kitchen. James's voice broke behind her.
"W-wait…"
She paused.
"Yes?" she asked. Voice light, her heart pounding.
She didn't turn, she waited. Hoped.
A long silence. Then...
"Are you alright?"
Victoria chuckled at him incredulous, "Yes, I'm alright."
"You sure?" The way he asked, uncertain at her behavior was almost amusing. She nods.
"Anything else?" she couldn't help but ask
"No... I should get ready too. I'll help you."
In the reflective chrome surface, she saw him.
His fists clenched so tightly, the veins along his arms bulged. His jaw was locked, his face hard.
Victoria stared for a moment. Long enough.
Then turned and walked away, her disappointment raw, sour, and sharp like citrus on an open wound.