Chapter 31
The moonlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting a dim glow over the room. The quiet hum of the city beyond your window was a distant murmur, a reminder of the world that continued to turn outside your little bubble of comfort. The warmth of the sheets wrapped around you felt like a safe cocoon, and in this moment, with Vi next to you, the world seemed far away.
Vi, the strong, tough woman who had always worn her brashness like a shield, was here, in this intimate space, soft as ever. It had taken time, but you had learned that beneath the muscle and the tattoos, beneath the fierce persona she showed the world, there was a side of Vi that only you got to see. And that side, the one that was tender and caring, made you feel safe and loved in ways you'd never imagined.
Tonight, she was particularly quiet. She had always been a woman of action, one who spoke with her hands, her presence, her force. But tonight, there was an unusual softness to her. The steady rise and fall of her chest behind you was almost hypnotic, and you found yourself relaxing into her warmth, as if her very presence was a balm for your tired soul.
You were lying on your side, curled into her body, the warmth of her skin pressing against your back. Vi's arm was draped protectively over your waist, her fingers tracing soft patterns over your stomach, each gentle touch sending a shiver of warmth through your entire body.
"You alright?" she murmured, her voice low and soft, like a secret only meant for you.
You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the sound of her voice. Her tone was always so steady, so reassuring. It made you feel like you were safe, no matter what else was going on in the world.
"Yeah," you whispered, your lips barely parting as you spoke. "I'm good. Just... you. Always make me feel safe."
Vi smiled against the back of your neck, her breath warm against your skin. Her lips brushed lightly against the sensitive skin there before she murmured, "I'm glad. I'm glad I can do that for you."
You felt her hands drift lower, her fingers trailing over your stomach with a tenderness that seemed so at odds with the persona she carried. Vi's touch had always been firm, strong, assertive. But now, her hands were like a gentle caress, as if she was trying to memorize the curve of your body beneath her fingertips. Her palm pressed lightly against the soft fabric of your shirt, and you could feel her fingers dancing along your skin, a trail of warmth in their wake.
"Vi..." you breathed, your voice catching in your throat as the sensation of her touch stirred something deep within you.
She didn't answer at first, just continued her slow exploration of your body, as if she was savoring the moment. The pads of her fingers brushed across your ribs, and you couldn't suppress the goosebumps that spread along your skin. It was as if her hands had the power to make everything else fade away, to draw your focus entirely to her touch.
Her hand moved up, tracing the line of your side, before resting gently against your chest. The warmth of her palm spread across your skin, and you instinctively leaned into her touch, feeling the steady rhythm of her hand over your heartbeat. It felt like the most natural thing in the world—this quiet, intimate connection between the two of you.
"I love you," she whispered into the back of your neck, her voice full of tenderness and sincerity. "I love you so damn much."
The words settled into your chest like a weight you didn't want to shake off. You had never heard Vi say those words without meaning them, but tonight, they felt different. There was something deeper, something more vulnerable in her tone that made your heart flutter. The simple confession, the softness behind it, made you feel like you were the most important person in the world.
"I love you too, Vi," you whispered back, your voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."
Her hand shifted slightly, sliding up under your shirt to press against the bare skin of your waist. The touch was slow, deliberate, as though she was trying to memorize every curve, every inch of you. It wasn't just a physical connection—it was something deeper, something unspoken that connected the two of you on a level that words could never fully capture.
Vi's lips grazed the skin of your neck once more, this time lingering a little longer. Her breath was warm against you, sending a shiver down your spine. "You're perfect, you know that?" she murmured, her voice barely audible, as if the words were meant only for you. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you."
You let out a soft, breathless laugh at that, feeling a rush of affection for her. "Lucky? I'm the one who's lucky."
Vi's hand moved up to gently cup your chin, tilting your head just slightly so that she could place a soft kiss on your lips. Her lips were warm and full, and as she kissed you, the world around you seemed to disappear entirely. There was nothing but the feeling of her hands, the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and the love that flowed between you both.
She pulled away after a moment, her fingers still tracing the line of your jaw as her eyes searched yours. "I'm glad you feel that way," she said, her voice hushed but firm. "I want to make sure you always know how much you mean to me. How much I fucking care about you."
You smiled at her words, your heart swelling in your chest. The love between you and Vi was undeniable, and it wasn't just in the big moments—it was in the small gestures, the quiet moments like this, when it was just the two of you, entwined in each other's arms.
"I do know," you whispered, your eyes closing as you leaned back into her embrace. "I know every single day."
Vi's hand gently cupped your stomach again, her fingers splayed wide across the soft fabric of your shirt. The feeling of her hand against your skin was grounding, comforting—like she was reminding you that no matter what happened in the world, you would always have this moment, this connection between you.
She continued to trace circles over your skin, her movements slow and deliberate, like she was savoring each and every touch. The tenderness in her actions spoke volumes, and you felt the weight of her care, her love, all around you. It wasn't just physical; it was emotional, spiritual. It was everything you needed, all wrapped up in the presence of the woman you loved.
"Can I always hold you like this?" she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Just like this, forever."
The question lingered in the air, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of her hands, the softness in her voice, and the love that seemed to fill every corner of the room.
You turned slightly in her arms, your face tilted upward to meet hers. There was something so vulnerable in her gaze, something raw and real. And in that moment, you realized just how deeply you had fallen for her, how much you wanted this, wanted her.
"Yes," you answered, your voice steady and sure. "Yes, forever."
Vi smiled, her fingers brushing through your hair gently. "I'm never letting you go," she whispered, her tone fierce yet tender.
Then her hand moved down, brushing the hem of your pajama shorts, then dipping under. Her touch was electric, each brush of her fingers sending shivers down your spine. She knew exactly what she was doing, her skilled hands working with precision and care. It was as if she was working on an intricate machine, not trying to fix it, but to bring it to life.
You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as her fingers found their mark. Her touch was firm yet gentle, her movements measured and deliberate. She was patient, taking her time, letting you get used to the sensation before increasing the pace. Her other hand held you close, her thumb tracing small circles on your skin, grounding you even as her fingers worked their magic.
"You feel so good," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "So perfect."
Her fingers continued their slow, rhythmic motion, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you. She was methodical, her fingers working in sync, building the tension until you were breathless, your body trembling with anticipation. And then, just when you thought you couldn't take any more, she changed the angle, her fingers pressing deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars.
You cried out, your body arching into her touch, your hips moving instinctively, seeking more. Vi's grip on you tightened, her fingers never faltering, her touch unrelenting. She was in complete control, and you loved it. Every stroke, every movement was a testament to her skill, her ability to read your body, to know exactly what you needed.
"Vi," you gasped, your voice breaking with the intensity of the pleasure. "Please..."
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "What do you want, baby?" she whispered, her tone dripping with desire.
You didn't have to think about it. "You," you breathed. "I want you."
A satisfied smile curved her lips, and she pulled her fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss. She reached over to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a strap-on that was almost comically pink. You watched her with wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Get out of those," she ordered softly, her voice still holding that edge of command.
You quickly complied, slipping off your pajama shorts and tossing them aside. Vi strapped the dildo onto herself with practiced ease, her movements fluid and confident. When she was done, she looked at you, her dark eyes smoldering with heat.
"Ready?" she asked, her voice barely more than a growl.
You nodded, your body tingling with anticipation. Vi moved closer, her body hovering above yours, her eyes locked onto yours. She didn't rush, taking her time to line up the tip of the toy with your entrance. Then, with one swift motion, she pushed inside, filling you completely.
You gasped, your hands gripping the bedsheets as she began to move, her hips rocking with a power that left you breathless. She was relentless, her thrusts deep and penetrating, her body moving with a rhythm that was both controlled and wild. It was as if she was channeling all her strength, all her passion, into each thrust, driving you to the edge and back again.
"Vi," you moaned, your voice hoarse with need. "God, you're... amazing..."
She grinned, her teeth gleaming in the dim light. "You're mine," she growled, her thrusts becoming even more forceful. "All mine."
Her hands were practically glued to your hips, pulling you down on her silicone cock as she rammed her hips up up into your cunt.
You could feel yourself teetering on the brink already halfway there by her damn fingers, your body pulsing with need. Vi sensed it too, her movements growing more urgent, she moved her grip down to your thighs holding your legs opened for her.
She was close, so close, and you could feel it in the way her body tensed, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, she pushed you over the edge. You cried out, your body convulsing with release, your muscles clenching tightly around her. Vi followed soon after, her own climax crashing over her with the force of a tidal wave.
She collapsed beside you, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat. You turned to face her, your heart still racing, your body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Vi reached out, pulling you into her arms, her touch gentle now, soothing.
"Forever," she whispered, her lips brushing against your forehead. "I promise."