Chapter 215: Soft

Jessica eased back against the pillows, still flushed, and the space she left open felt different the moment Vanessa moved toward it.

Vanessa didn’t cross the room with Jessica’s hunger or Renee’s calm certainty.

She hesitated for half a second near the window, fingers still twisted in the sheer ivory nightgown, then let it fall from her shoulders.

The fabric pooled at her feet. Morning light caught her bare skin as she walked to the bed soft curves, full breasts, the slight residual carefulness still present in the way she moved.

Her eyes were dark and uncertain and wanting all at once.Liam turned toward her.

She climbed onto the mattress carefully, as if the heat already thick in the room might burn her.

When he reached for her, she came willingly into his hands, breath shaking as he pulled her down against his chest and kissed her.

It was slower than Jessica’s kiss. Gentler than the edge that still lingered in the air.

Vanessa made a small sound against his mouth and pressed closer, bare breasts flush to his skin, thighs bracketing his hip.

Her fingers curled lightly against his shoulders, not demanding, just holding on.

Behind them, Renee watched quietly from the pillows. Jessica’s breathing had not fully settled.

Veronica had moved another step closer to the bed without seeming to notice.

Cole remained by the door, but her posture had changed less rigid, more focused, eyes tracking every shift of Vanessa’s body.

Liam rolled Vanessa beneath him with care.

She looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, cheeks already flushed.

Morning light cut across her throat and the soft rise of her breasts.

When he kissed down the side of her neck, her hands settled on his shoulders and stayed there, not gripping hard, just anchoring herself to him.

He cupped one full breast and brushed his thumb over the nipple until it tightened under his touch, then closed his mouth around it and sucked slowly.

Vanessa’s back arched. A soft, broken sound left her throat.

"Liam..."

He took his time with her breasts licking, sucking, biting gently until she was squirming under him and the sounds leaving her had turned unsteady.

He switched from one peak to the other, giving each the same patient attention, while her fingers slid into his hair and held on. Only then did his hand slide down her stomach and between her thighs.

She was already wet.

His fingers glided through her folds easily, and when he pushed two of them inside her, Vanessa’s head tipped back against the sheets with a quiet, helpless gasp.

She was tighter than Jessica, softer in the way she yielded around him. He fingered her slowly, deeply, curling against the front wall while his thumb circled her clit in patient strokes.

He kissed her through every sound she made. Vanessa’s thighs trembled. Her hips lifted off the bed to meet his hand when he found the rhythm that made her breath break apart.

"Please," she whispered.

He kissed her once more, then settled between her thighs and rubbed the thick head of his cock through her soaked folds, coating himself in her wetness.

Vanessa’s breath caught. She looked down between them, watching, then back up at his face with glassy eyes.

When he pushed into her, she cried out softly a high, open sound as he stretched her open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

For a moment he held still, letting her adjust.

Vanessa’s legs hooked loosely around his waist. Her fingers flexed against his back.

She was hot and tight and fluttering around him, breath coming in small, uneven pulls against his shoulder.

When he finally started to move, it was with deep, measured strokes that made her moan into his skin on every thrust.

The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet room softer than Jessica’s, steadier than the sharper edge that had come before.

Renee’s gaze remained steady from the pillows. Jessica had turned onto her side to watch, eyes still dark with residual heat.

Veronica’s lips were parted, one hand resting against the back of the chair, her own breathing no longer fully even.

Cole’s fingers had curled into a fist at her side and then slowly loosened, her eyes fixed on the place where Liam and Vanessa were joined.

Liam kept the pace deliberate. He kissed Vanessa while he fucked her slow and deep, then slightly harder when her nails dug into his skin, then slow again when she trembled under him.

Her soft sounds grew more broken with every stroke. When he slipped a hand between them and rubbed her clit in firm, steady circles, her whole body tensed.

"I’ve got you," he murmured against her mouth.

Vanessa came with a shaky cry, cunt clenching around him in waves, thighs shaking against his hips.

Clear fluid slicked his cock as she pulsed and clung to him, forehead pressed to his collarbone, breath shattered.

He worked her through it without stopping, dragging the orgasm out until she was gasping and oversensitive, still holding onto him like he was the only solid thing in the room.

He didn’t stop.

He slowed his thrusts just enough for her eyes to find his again, then continued with the same deep, steady rhythm, rebuilding the heat instead of letting it fade.

Vanessa moaned weakly at the overstimulation, but her legs stayed locked around him.

Her second orgasm gathered slower, deeper, pulling soft broken sounds out of her with every stroke

until she came again quieter this time, shaking, burying her face against his throat as her body clenched and released around him in long, helpless waves.

Only then did Liam let his own control slip. A few deeper thrusts later he buried himself inside her and finished with a low sound.

Holding her tight while he emptied himself, forehead pressed to her temple, both of them breathing hard in the small space between their bodies.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Vanessa’s breathing slowly steadied against his skin. Her fingers traced weak, idle patterns on his back.

When Liam finally eased back, she made a soft sound at the loss, eyes still half-lidded, cheeks flushed, body loose and marked and quiet.

Cum leaked from her onto the sheets. She didn’t move to cover herself.

She glanced toward the others still waiting Veronica closer than before, Cole still standing with dark eyes, Renee and Jessica

watching from the bed and something shy and heated passed through her expression before she looked back at Liam.

The morning light had moved further across the sheets.The bag by the door remained where he had left it.

And the room was still not finished with him.