Veronica’s mouth

I woke up to the feeling of Veronica’s mouth on my cock.

She was under the covers, warm and sleepy, one hand lazily stroking the base while she sucked me slow and deep. The second I groaned and reached down to tangle my fingers in her hair, she hummed around me like she’d been waiting for me to wake up.

“Morning,” she mumbled when she pulled off for a second, voice husky. She licked a slow stripe up the underside of my cock before taking me back into her mouth.

I let my head fall back against the pillow, one arm thrown over my eyes.

“Fuck… you’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

She didn’t answer with words. She just took me deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed my stomach. I felt her gag slightly, then swallow around me, and my hips jerked up on instinct.

We didn’t speak much after that.

She climbed on top of me a few minutes later, still half-asleep, and sank down onto my cock with a soft, satisfied sigh. She rode me slow and deep, hands braced on my chest, while I held her hips and watched her face. Every time she rolled her hips she squeezed around me, milking me like she wanted every drop I had to give.

I came first this time, gripping her tight and burying myself as deep as I could while I pulsed inside her. Veronica kept moving through it, chasing her own orgasm until she came with a quiet, broken moan, clenching around me so hard it almost hurt.

Afterward she stayed on top of me, forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing hard.

“You’re insatiable lately,” I murmured, stroking her back.

She gave a small, tired laugh. “Can you blame me? You keep looking at me like you want to ruin me.”

“I do want to ruin you.”

Veronica smiled against my mouth and kissed me, slow and sweet.

We stayed in bed longer than we should have. Eventually she rolled off me with a wince and padded naked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start a minute later.

By the time I joined her, she was already rinsing her hair. I stepped in behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Nervous about this afternoon?” I asked.

She leaned back against me, letting the hot water run over both of us.

“A little,” she admitted. “I keep going back and forth. Part of me thinks having an agent could be really good. The other part of me is scared it’s going to turn into something I don’t recognise.”

I rested my chin on top of her head.

“You don’t have to decide anything today,” I reminded her. “We’re just going to listen. If it feels wrong, we walk away. Simple as that.”

She turned in my arms and looked up at me, water running down her face.

“You’ll really tell me if you think it’s a bad idea?”

“I will,” I said. “And I’ll tell you if I think it’s a good one too.”

Veronica studied me for a second, then nodded and pressed a kiss to my chest.

“Okay. Let’s get ready then.”

We took our time getting dressed. She put on a simple black top and jeans — nice enough to look professional, but still very much her. I went with a dark button-up and jeans. Nothing fancy, but presentable.

While she did her makeup in the bathroom mirror, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. She caught my eye in the reflection and smiled.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just thinking about how different everything is from a month ago.”

She turned around, leaning back against the sink.

“A month ago you were trying really hard not to stare at me when I walked around in hoodies,” she said, teasing.

I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. And failing.”

Veronica crossed the small space between us and stepped between my legs, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I like this version better,” she said quietly. “Even with all the messy parts.”

I rested my hands on her hips and pulled her closer.

“Me too.”

We still had a few hours before we needed to leave for the city. We spent them going over our list of questions one more time, eating a late breakfast, and trying (and mostly failing) not to get distracted by each other.

By the time 2 p.m. rolled around, we were as ready as we were going to be.

Veronica stood in the hallway, checking her phone one last time, then looked up at me.

“You ready?” she asked.

I grabbed my keys and nodded.

“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go see what this guy has to say.”

She slipped her hand into mine as we walked out the door.