Victoria followed Conrad to her bedroom. Because he had ripped her dress she had to wear Conrad's button down shirt, only she had ripped all the buttons off.
When Conrad shut the bedroom door, he leaned against it, giving himself a moment to absorb the visual. Victoria stood in front of him, her red lace bra and panties barely covered by the open white button down. Her curls pooled around her shoulders and her previous interactions with her husband had lefts flush that spread across her cheeks.
"I have never seen anything so beautiful," he said, watching her cheeks redden.
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls."
Instead of giving in to her instigation, Conrad grabbed her, spinning her around until she was against the wall. He pinned her hands above her head.
"I said you were beautiful." He whispered into her ear. Chills went up and down Victoria's spine but she couldn't tell if it was because of Conrad's closeness or his words. She wanted to push him away and return to the isolation that comforted her and yet she couldn't bare the idea of being away from him. She wished she could be around him without feeling like she was on the verge of hyperventilating. She also knew that it was that panic that attracted her to Conrad. She had never met anyone who could unravel her the way he did and she liked it.
He let his tongue trail her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Her moans propelled him and he let his tongue slide over her ear. He could feel her grip tightening around his belt loops. He smiled to himself, enjoying how easy it was to make Victoria come undone.
He only meant to give her a quick kiss but they both refused to let up. The kiss deepened, both desperate to taste the other. Victoria let one leg wrap around Conrad's waist, feeling his bulge pressing against her.
Victoria grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. She straddled him as her mouth met his. She let her hands maneuver the button on his pants, but he rolled over, pushing his body weight onto her.
"I want you. Now." Conrad stopped and stared at her. Usually he had to force her to admit she wanted anything to do with him. And yet, she so willingly admitted it. He wondered if this would be the first step in fixing their troubled relationship.
After her confession, Conrad couldn't help but be more gentle with her. He kissed her softer than he usually did. He didn't want to have sex with her, he wanted to make love. His fingers tangled in her hair as he moved in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her head rest in the crook of her neck. The simple gesture of feeling her breath on his neck sent him over the edge. She could feel herself tightening around Conrad.
"I love you," she whispered as she hit her peak. Immediately afterwards she realized what happened and panicked. Conrad had been holding out, waiting for Victoria to go, but after her confession he couldn't stand it anymore and filled her up. They both took a moment to catch their breaths.
"I love you, too." Conrad said.
The two stared at each other in silence, neither knowing what to say or where to go from here.