Day 1
Vanessa stood in the doorway, a small grin tugging at the corners of her lips. Colin's smile was instantaneous, warm and genuine as he stepped forward, dropping a soft kiss on her cheek before pulling her into a hug. She fit perfectly against him, her curves molding to his muscular frame. Three months had passed since they first started dating, and it felt like they were already more than just a couple--they were partners, teammates, two people who'd found something rare after years of disappointments. The 40 year old Vanessa had found love again after a nasty divorce. She was a professor at the college and has three kids. Colin was 37 and also divorced five years ago and has been looking for a partner ever since. He is a Sargent on the local police force.
"Ready?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling against her ear.
"As I'll ever be," she replied with a chuckle, stepping back but keeping ahold of his hand as she closed her front door.
The drive was comfortable, the silence between them neither awkward nor forced. It was the kind of quiet that came from being so attuned to someone else that words weren't always necessary. Still, Vanessa broke it eventually, her curiosity bubbling over. "Where did your name come from?"
Colin chuckled, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "My great-grandfather. He immigrated from Ireland back in the early 1900s. My dad always idolized him, wanted to carry on his legacy, so... yeah, that's me." Vanessa nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. "And what about you? How'd you get yours?" She expected him to ask about her middle name or maybe her parents' preferences, but instead, he lifted his water bottle to his lips and took a sip. "Vanessa, huh? Classic name."
"Classic, sure," she said, biting her lip and grinning. "But also kind of random. I mean, I'm named after a porn star from the '70s." Water sprayed out of Colin's mouth, droplets hitting the dashboard as he erupted into laughter. His shoulders shook, his face turning red as he tried to catch his breath. Vanessa couldn't help but laugh along with him, the sound light and musical against the backdrop of the winding road. Colin shook his head, still chuckling as he shifted gears.
"Well, I have to say, Vanessa... you're way classier than any porn star I've ever met."
She laughed, her cheeks warming under his compliment. "Thanks, I think."
The conversation flowed effortlessly after that, touching on their jobs, their pasts, and eventually, her kids. Colin listened intently, his gaze occasionally flicking to her face as she spoke about Jose, Maria, and Hector. There was something different about him lately, something that made her chest swell with hope. He wasn't just tolerating her kids--he was genuinely interested in them, asking questions and remembering details from their brief encounters. "They're good kids," she said, her voice softening. "Just... busy."
"Busy is good," Colin replied, his tone reassuring. "Keeps life interesting, right?"
She smiled, grateful for his easygoing nature. As the cabin came into view, her excitement grew. It was secluded, set deep within the woods, and the air around it felt thick with possibility. The sun was beginning to dip below the trees, casting long shadows across the clearing. Vanessa turned to Colin, her voice playful as she quoted one of their favorite movies. "Full of dark corners for doing dark deeds."
Colin laughed, the sound low and intimate. "Well, I promise I don't have my secretary around the corner waiting to do the dirty deeds." Her laughter echoed his, the sound filling the truck cab. They unloaded their bags together, the weight of the day fading as the silence of the woods enveloped them. The cabin was cozy, its wooden walls and stone fireplace giving it a rustic charm. Vanessa wandered over to the window, her breath catching as she took in the view of the dense forest beyond.
"This is gorgeous," she murmured, her fingers brushing against the glass.
Colin joined her, his presence a comforting warmth at her side.
"Yeah," he agreed softly. "It's perfect." For a moment, they just stood there, the world outside seeming miles away. Then Colin turned to her, his eyes darkening slightly as they lingered on her face. "You know," he said, his voice low, "I've been thinking about you all week."
Vanessa swallowed, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze. "Have you now?"
He nodded, his hand slipping around her waist, pulling her closer. "Yeah. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one." Her breath hitched, her body responding to his touch even before she could process the thought.
"Maybe not," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Colin's lips curved into a smirk, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip.
"Good," he said, his voice deepening. "Because I don't plan on wasting any time."
Before she could respond, his mouth crashed down on hers, hot and demanding. Vanessa gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders as his tongue swept inside her mouth, tasting, exploring. The suitcase she'd brought with her lay abandoned by the door, forgotten as the reality of the moment overtook her. Colin's hands were everywhere, his touch electric against her skin. Vanessa's breath hitched as he slid his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly over her head. Instead, she stood there, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, watching him watch her. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. Vanessa was very self conscious about her weight. She'd been trying to shed some belly fat as she entered the dating scene but she was still what she'd considered plump. Her 5'6 180 pound frame with her light Hispanic skin tone on full display now. Even though she had curves where she didn't want, she also had the ones Colin seemed to like with a full round ass and 36 DDs he seemed to salivate over. She felt so comfortable with him. His eyes traced every curve, lingering on her breasts, which strained against the lace of her bra. They were full, heavy, and so damn inviting. Colin couldn't resist reaching out, his palm cupping one of them through the fabric, feeling the weight of her against his hand. His other hand traveled down her side, tracing the flare of her hips before settling on her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, his fingers sinking into the softness there. "Jesus, Vanessa," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect." Her cheeks burned. All she could focus on was the heat pooling low in her belly, the way his touch sent shivers racing down her spine.
She wanted more, needed more, and she didn't have the patience to wait. "Take your shirt off," she demanded, her voice husky. "I want to see you." Colin didn't hesitate. With a quick tug, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the muscular expanse of his chest and those tattoos she loved so much. They spanned his arms, intricate designs that seemed to tell a story she longed to know. Vanessa's breath caught in her throat as she ran her fingers over the ink, marveling at the detail, the artistry. His 6'2 muscular frame made her feel small in a good way.
"Your body...," she said softly, her gaze trailing up to meet his. His "cop" haircut high and tight only added to his rugged charm, making him look fierce and irresistible all at once. His green eyes pierced through to her soul. Then, he smirked, lowering his head to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue swept inside, claiming her mouth as his hands moved to the clasp of her bra. With a practiced flick, he released it, letting the delicate fabric fall away.
Vanessa gasped as her breasts were finally revealed, the cool air kissing her heated skin. Colin's eyes widened, and for a moment, he simply stared, drinking in the sight of her. Her nipples were dark, large, and pert, standing proudly at attention. His mouth watered, and without thinking, he closed the distance between them, his lips closing around one of them. "Oh God," Vanessa cried out, her hands flying to his head as he suckled hungrily. The sensation was unbearable, too much and not enough all at once. She arched into him, her core throbbing with need. "Colin, please..."
He pulled back, his eyes blazing with desire as he looked up at her. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice low and commanding. She hesitated for only a second before responding, her words rushed and breathless.
"I want you. Inside me. Now." Colin growled, the sound primal and possessive. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly and pressing her back against the wall. Vanessa wrapped her legs around his hips, her heart pounding as she felt the hardness of him against her. She clenched her thighs tighter, urging him closer, needing the friction, the connection. Vanessa cried out, her body clenching around him as she took him in. It was slow at first, deliberate, his hands braced against the wall as he held her steady. But soon, the pace quickened, their bodies moving in unison as they chased the peak together.
"Fuck, Vanessa," Colin grunted, his forehead resting against hers. "You feel so goddamn good."
"Harder," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Colin, harder." He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driving deeper with each stroke. Vanessa clung to him, her breaths coming in short gasps as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel it building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap.