Chapter 30

Chapter 30
“I’m okay. I just don’t like talking about it.”

“Are you suffering PTSD?”

I took a deep breath. How did we get to this topic?

“Not really. But there are times when I catch up with the lads. My army mates. Just to get things off my chest.”

“You can talk to me if you like. I’m a good listener.” Her gentle tone sent shivery warmth to my soul.

I opened my arms. “Come here for a moment.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her. “This is healing enough for me. Having you here.” Her head reached my chest. “You’re a lot shorter than I thought.”

“I’m short. I bought some heels today. I would have worn them, but my feet were sore from shopping.”

She giggled and my universe turned technicolour. All that talk about grey, craggy terrains and impossible wars faded into a field of flowers.

“You’re beautiful any which way, Vivianna. Remember that. And I’ve always had a weak spot for petite girls.”

“Susanna isn’t petite,” she said, stepping out of my arms.

“Susanna meant nothing to me.”

She sat down on the winged chair and placed her feet up on the side. I loved seeing her so casual and at home around me. “I get it. You’re a very eligible, hot billionaire.”

I shrugged. “I don’t see myself that way.”

“I want to keep working at the hall. Do you mind?”

That pesky issue of her working for my mother brought me crashing down again.

“That’s your right. It’s just that my mother’s a difficult woman, and I want to keep seeing you.”

She undid her bun, and her hair came tumbling down. She rubbed her head. “Aah, that’s better.”

“I agree.” I pointed at her shirt. “How about undoing a couple of buttons. Or better still take it off.”

The corners of her lips twitched as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a cleavage bursting out from a skimpy red bra.

“You’re so beautiful.” My voice went hoarse from desire.

She smiled and her cheeks flushed.

“I can ride over to your place whenever you like,” she said.

“That will work, I guess.” I went to the bar and poured some Scotch into a glass. She shook her head at my offering her a glass.

“I can keep this a secret,” she said.

“You’d be comfortable with that?” I gulped down some spirit. All this talk about how we were going to be together stressed me.

I wanted Vivianna close to make sure she was safe and not being propositioned by sleazebags like Reynard Crisp, who hung around Merivale like a bad smell.

She shrugged a shoulder. “Sure. I mean, you’re just fucking me.”

“It’s more than that, I think.” I rubbed my jaw. It wasn’t easy talking with her on that chair with her tits half hanging out. “I want you. That’s all I can say. I’ve desired you from the moment…”

Oops. I couldn’t admit to that, could I?

She removed her shirt and my brain started to go into meltdown.

“Let’s go into the bedroom, shall we?” I asked.

“Did you want to fuck me when I slept on your sofa in Mayfair?”

I took a deep breath. “Look, you were beautiful to me then, yes. But I would never have done anything. You were drugged, for fuck sake.”

She ran her tongue over her lips, and her eyes softened.

I lifted her off the chair and carried her to the bedroom.

She giggled as I planted kisses on her neck and cheek.

“I’m probably really heavy after all that food.”

“You’re seriously light.”

Placing her on the bed, I helped pull off her jeans, and my breath hitched seeing her in those tiny red panties.

“When can I start taking photos?” I pulled a half-smile. I didn’t normally film or photograph girls I fucked, but Vivianna in that skimpy bra and panties made for libido juice.

“Only when you let me photograph you.” She cast me a teasing smile.

“I’m hardly a painting. Not like you.”

I stripped down to my briefs, and my dick bounced out, relieved at being freed.

She stared at my dick as I held it in my hand. “I like seeing your big dick.” Biting her lip, she looked like she’d admitted to something taboo like sucking my cock, which wasn’t that taboo, but enough to make her guilty smile make my dick stretch to my navel.

“I’ve been hard all day thinking of you,” I said. “No, that’s a lie.”

Her eyebrows gathered.

“I’ve been hard from the moment you left yesterday.”

“That sounds painful.” She giggled, opening her legs enough for her slit to show through the lacy fabric of her panties.

Pre-cum soaked my hand.

“You’re really fucking sexy for someone who hasn’t had any experience.”

“That’s because of how you’re looking at me. And I’ve seen porn.”

“Have you just?” I grinned. “Any favourites?”

She opened her legs wider. Her tongue running around her lips.

I met her on the bed and rubbed my dick against the crotch of her panties. She was soaking wet.

“I like watching men fucking girls from behind.”

“Like up the bottom?” I asked, my brows lowering.

“Nope. Like we did in the shower, with your hands all over my tits.”

I hissed behind my teeth. Pre-cum soaked my stomach. What a nice memory that was. Balls buried deep against that peachy arse. Her pussy tight and hungry for my dick.

“Do you want to feel my hard dick inside of you?” I asked, blood charging through me.

She nodded. Her cheeks red.

I hooked inside her panties and ripped them off. Held by a fine thread that was easy to do and an apt gesture for how desperately I needed a taste.

“Hey, they almost cost me a day’s salary.” She laughed.

“I’ll set up an account for you in a lingerie shop. With pleasure,” I said.

I parted her thighs nice and wide and placed my head between them. Her female scent made my dick rock-hard.

I lapped and licked her swollen clit until she came all over my tongue, and those whispery moans grew into extended groans as I swallowed everything she had.

I sat her on top of me and unclasped her bra. Taking her tits into my hands, I sucked on her nipples, which reminded me of ripe raspberries. My favourite fruit.

“Sit on my cock.”

She slowly lowered onto it, and I grunted from excruciating pleasure.

“You’re so tight.” I clutched her bum and she bounced over my dick.

I loved watching her face and how she bit her lip as she rocked and gyrated on top of me. Her pussy contracting around my shaft.

Her dark eyes misty with desire. Cheeks rosy. And that body. This girl had me in the thrall of constant arousal. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I buried my face in her tits, licking and nibbling at her nipples, sending a rush of blood down to my dick.

“You need to come, like now.” I barely got that out as I sucked back whatever control I had.

Her movements increased. Her head fell back. Her pussy walls clung to my dick for life.

As she screamed, pleasure shuddered through me, and I burst into her. Stars spewed out from behind my closed eyes, just like my flooding sperm.

She fell into my arms, and we laid together. Panting and sighing.

I kissed her warm, soft lips and floated away to paradise.