Veronica closed the door after him. Her heart beating loudly in her chest. The balconette bra she had purchased for this dress felt too tight suddenly. Chan was sitting at the edge of the bed. His tie hung loose around his neck. The cuffs of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He looked like she had conjured him right out of a dream.
She walked slowly towards his direction, aware of the diminishing distance between them. Her hand shook slightly as she brought it and ran her fingers through his hair. Chan was looking right at her, his throat bobbed as his eyes roamed her face. Turning his face sideways, he pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand.
Cupping his face with her other hand, she lowered her lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first, both of them shaking from the proximity, but as he deepened the kiss, Veronica pulled up her dress slightly as she sat down on his lap.
His hands pressed them closer, her breasts pushed against his chest. She bit on his lower lip lightly, and he let out a low groan. When they broke apart, Chan didn't let her move away. He looked right at her flushed face. With one hand, he reached behind her back and began unpinning her hair slowly. The two pins fell to the carpeted floor soundlessly, and her hair fell in waves around her face.
Veronica captured his lips with hers again, unable to take the distance anymore. The kiss was hungry and warm, and the gentleness was gone from his touch. Thank God. As his lips trailed kisses down the side of her jaw, Veronica let out a soft moan. His lips on her bare skin were sending electric zaps right into her core.
"Oh," she let out softly as Chan began lowering the sleeves of her dress with his fingers. He then did the same with the straps of her bra, but this time with his teeth.
"Are you sure?" Chan asked, his voice husky. "Is this okay?"
Veronica's only response was to kiss him again. His hands raced up the length of her legs underneath her skirt. She was a wet clay under his touch, his fingers coaxing moans and sighs out of her mouth skillfully.
Without breaking their kiss, he got up, pulling Veronica after him. Her hands roamed on his torso freely, pulling out his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it. When his hands reached the zipper of her dress, they both stilled.
She was breath fast, her fingers still wrapped around one of the buttons of his shirt. Chan was asking for her permission. Letting her know that she was the one in control. Letting go of his button, she reached back and wrapped her fingers around his and undid the zipper. The dress fell down in a puddle between her legs. Goosebumps appeared on her skin. For a second, she was conscious of herself standing before him in just her undergarments.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse. His walked forward, his fingers circling her bare waist. The touch was electric. Veronica pressed her lips against his, making him walk backward until they both tumbled on the bed. His hands were everywhere on her body. Her face. Her waist. Her hips. The curve of her breasts. Setting small fires all over her body.
She straddled his lap, her legs wrapped around his torso loosely. Neither of them made the move to kiss the other. Veronica watched his face, drinking in his expression, committing it to memory. The dip of his brows. The fullness of his lips. The brown of his eyes. Veronica reached down and pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw. A soft sigh escaped his lips.
"You are still wearing your shirt," she tsked, pushing the white shirt down his back. "Not fair."
Once the shirt was off, Veronica ran down her fingers down the length of his arms, her palms tracing the shape of his muscles. She pressed a kiss to his lips and followed the trail to the hollow of his neck. "I want this, Chan," she assured him. "I want this with you. Do you?"
His fingers digged into her waist, and she looked up into his face, the hunger and desire in his eyes. "I want what you want." His voice was thick.
"Well," she said, running her fingers down the hard panes of his torso. "How convenient for the both of us because I want you."
He made a gutteral sound before reaching up and kissing her hungrily, his hands taking liberties Veronica hadn't given anyone in a while. It was true. She hadn't done this in a very long time. The thought brought forth a pang of nervousness. She broke the kiss.
"I-I want you to know that," she said apprehensively. Chan leaned back on his arms and looked up at her. She was still sitting in his lap. "I haven't done this in a very long time."
"Do you want to stop?" She knew that he would if she asked.
"No," she replied softly. He reached out and played with a loose curl on the side of her face. "I wanted to tell you, in case this doesn't turn out the way you had imagined."
Placing his finger under her chin, he pulled her close. "You are everything I ever imagined, Veronica Lovejoy." He placed a kiss on her collarbone, his lips traveling lower with every brush. Veronica was breathing heavily, her heart hammering in its cage. Reaching behind her, his fingers deftly opened the buttons of her bra.
She trusted him to take care of her. And he did. His lips never left her body, leaving their markings everywhere. As the night wore on, Veronica lay on the bed, too tired from the pleasure to do much. Chan lay beside her, his chest rising and falling rhythmatically. He extended his arm, and Veronica lifted her head and lay on it. Curling loosely, he pushed her flush against his side.
After a moment, he asked, "Still happy?"
Veronica smiled lazily, nuzzling into the side of his neck. "The happiest."