Page 25 of Loving Vincent

Seventeen

It took some time to calm Lola down, and it broke Vince’s heart to see the little girl sobbing in her mother’s arms babbling about what’d happened. He wondered how long the trauma would stay with her and vowed to get hold of a child psychologist who could make Lola better. It took hours that night before she was willing to let her mama out of her sight and finally Jenna had to go lay down with Lola in her bed until she fell asleep.

That’s where Vince found her, curled onto her side, sound asleep wrapped around her daughter. Lola had her hand tangled in Jenna’s hair again and her thumb in her mouth. Jenna had told him that she’d stopped doing that a year ago. It was probably a comforting habit that she needed after such a traumatic day.

Vince bent over and gently untangled the little hand from Jenna’s bright red locks, then gathered Jenna into his arms, picking her up. She woke up as he was carrying her down the hall.

“Where’re we going?” she mumbled against his shoulder.

“Bed,” he grunted.

“Need a shower.”

“You can shower tomorrow,” he told her.

She yawned widely as he placed her on her feet and shook her head. “I want to wash the smell of this awful day off me. Please, Vince.”

It was the please that got him. He couldn’t resist when Jenna really wanted something. She’d intrigued him with only a picture, fired his lust at one meeting and stole his heart with those big beautiful eyes, that melodic voice and her precocious daughter. As long as he lived he would never get enough of Jenna. She was it for him, his one and only. When she said please and meant it, he was compelled to listen.

“Okay,” he relented. “We shower together then. Don’t want you out of my sight.”

She smiled sleepily. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Vince stripped her, running his hands over her body as he pulled the clothing away. Each scrape and bruise was another nail in Zach’s coffin. The man had hurt Vince’s woman and he was going to pay with his suffering before Vince allowed him to go to hell. He had a man keeping an eye on Zach in the hospital, where Zach was recovering from broken ribs, a broken leg and a serious concussion. According to his doctor he would be out of the hospital in a couple of weeks.

Vince stripped himself too and then, taking Jenna’s arm so she wouldn’t fall, helped her into the shower. She was practically sleeping on her feet. She closed her eyes, leaned against the wall and allowed him to wash every inch of her body, sighing in relief as the heated water passed over her body.

“Lift your foot,” he instructed, kneeling to wash her legs and feet.

She complied and he watched her, thoroughly and with as little lust as he could manage. When he finished washing Jenna he stood and ran the soap over his own body in quick economical movements, wanting to get out of the shower and put Jenna to bed. But before he could turn the water off, Jenna stepped in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging his head down to hers.

“Please, Vince, will you… can we….” she stuttered, then blew out a frustrated breath and tried to look him in the eye. “I just want to feel loved. The good kind of love, not the kind that almost got me killed today.”

“Oh baby, you are loved, with all my heart and soul. I should’ve said it so many times by now.”

She smiled big and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him, he lowered his head obligingly and gave her as chaste a kiss as he could. The sight and feel of her naked body, her full tits pressing against him was driving him nuts. He needed to get her out of the shower and into some pajamas before he forgot his good intentions and fucked Jenna with a savage need. All of his instincts told him to take her, to touch her, lick her and fuck her everywhere, to affirm to himself that she was unharmed. The tiny ray of chivalry that she’d sparked inside him over the past weeks told him to treat her like she was made out of glass.

As Jenna tried to deepen the kiss, Vince lifted his head and reached for the tap. “No, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s go to bed.”

She grabbed his wrist before he could shut the water off. She looked him in the eye and said, “I need this, Vince. I need to be reminded that I’m alive and safe, here with you.”

Her words echoed his thoughts, still… “We should get out.”

“Vince.” Her voice took on a stern tone.

“Jenna.” His was pleading. “I’m trying to do the decent thing here.”

“Vince, fuck me right now.” She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his raging hard-on, the one he’d been valiantly attempting to ignore, but that she apparently noticed.

With her words and action that tiny ray of chivalry died. He picked her up and, turning around, shoved her back against the shower wall. She squealed in surprise and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders enthusiastically. He lifted her legs and helped her place them over his hips, bringing her hot little pussy in direct contact with the tip of his cock.

He held eye contact as he slid inside her, pushing until he bottomed out. She moaned loudly and tipped her head back, closing her eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded. “Don’t stop.”

Her eyes opened, they were glazed with passion and it took her a moment to focus on his face. The second she did, he began moving inside her in slow leisurely strokes. She gasped and moaned as he raked her pussy walls with his cock, over and over. He pressed his hand against her lower back, forcing even more contact between them. With each thrust he grazed her clit and sent her soaring toward the orgasm she was begging for.

Her beautiful blue eyes, locked on him, sent him into a frenzy. He could read every emotion, every bit of pleasure she was experiencing at his hands. It was a powerful feeling, knowing he was the one giving her a release. He began fucking her in long, hard strokes, trying not to press her too hard against the shower wall, but wanting to feel every inch of her, wanting the squeeze of her pussy on his dick as she exploded all around him.

Her nails dug into his shoulder, the sharp bite of pain increasing his frenzy. It was a heady feeling knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. That he could take her to paradise and join her there, before they both floated back to reality.

They both orgasmed together, the feeling of her vaginal muscles contracting around him, milking him, drove him over the edge. As she shouted her pleasure, he grunted his release in her ear, while shooting his load of semen deep into her pussy. They stayed connected that way for a few minutes, just holding each other, resting against the wall and breathing deeply.

Finally, Vince gently separated his body from hers, turned the shower off and helped her step out. Her legs wobbled so he made her sit on the edge of the bathtub, which was next to the shower stall, while he dried her off. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, clearly savouring the feeling of him running the towel over her tired body. He realized he probably had minutes if not seconds before she was soundly asleep.

He dried himself quickly and helped her to her feet, guiding her to their bed. He lifted the blankets and she crawled in naked, her head hitting the pillow and a sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips. She was asleep before he even climbed in behind her, wrapping himself protectively around her body. He brushed the hair back from her face, kissed the shell of her ear and whispered, “I love you, Jenna.”

He settled down and was about to fall asleep when her sleepy voice drifted through the darkness of the bedroom. “I love you too, Vince.”

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