The French doors facing the bay were open, allowing in the summer breeze. The sky beyond was filled with colors as purples overtook crimson and the forests around our home were green with life. The beauty in the view didn’t compare to the green gaze solely focused on me.
I didn’t know if red sin would ever fade. I only knew it hadn’t yet.
One by one, I removed my articles of clothing until only one remained.
“Everything,” Van said, his deep timbre reverberating through my body, twisting my core and engorging my breasts.
Looking down, the material showed the wetness.
“There is nothing about you that isn’t perfect. Do I need to repeat myself?”
Reaching behind, I unclasped my bra, letting it drop to the floor.
Van stood, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
There was a small scar left from where Madison’s bullet had penetrated. Each time I saw it, I didn’t linger on thoughts of Madison, but on the strength and determination of the man I loved.
Soon, his attire matched mine—none.
Coming closer, Van lifted me off the floor, cradling me to his chest. His grin grew as he scanned me, and his orbs shone. “Are you wet for me?”
I shook my head. “Obviously.”
Lowering me to the bed, he clarified. “Your pussy, beautiful.”
“Yes.”
As I scooted back, he followed, prowling over me like a tiger playing with his next meal. When I reached the headboard, my trek was over. I was caught—right where I wanted to be.
Van reached for my chin, lifting it as his lips met mine. When our eyes focused on each other’s, he said, “I should leave another hickey.”
“The only one to see it will be Henri.”
Van’s head lowered as he peppered my flesh with kisses, some long, some sweet, lower, and lower he went until he spread my legs. As his tongue had done with our kiss, it delved within me.
Call it hormones or whatever, but one lick was all it took.
I stifled my scream as the orgasm hit.
Van didn’t stop. His fingers that now filled our home with music did their magic as his mouth sucked and nipped. It wasn’t until he again brought me to ecstasy that he crawled up my body, his lips capturing mine before we became one.
With my hands on Van’s shoulders, I became lost in our snow globe. Yes, the sun was setting, and snow was a few months away. Nevertheless, a globe was what we’d built. No longer did it contain only the two of us, yet it was home.
As he’d always done, Van took control, moving me, morphing me, and molding me to his pleasure. That wasn’t to insinuate it wasn’t to my pleasure as well. It was. For longer than we had in our recent history, we connected and touched.
I didn’t know if this was Van’s way of asking for my strength and reassurance that he was loved, but if it was, I’d give without question, just as he’d given me.
Finally, we held each other under the spray of the shower.
I laid my palm on his scratchy cheek. “Once she gets to know you, she’ll love you.”
He tipped his head down to mine without a word.
“I love you, Van. Henri loves you. The list could go on and on.”
Once we were dried, we settled to sleep.
The next morning in the kitchen, as Henri swayed in his swing and Van and I finished our coffee, Michael texted.