As the private jet touched down in Colombia, Vanessa felt a mix of anticipation and exhaustion. The long flight had worn her out, but she knew that tonight would be different. They had finally arrived, and she wanted to make the most of the time they had, away from the pressure and chaos that usually surrounded them.
Inside the lavish hotel suite, Vanessa stepped into the room, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She walked toward the bed, preparing to change into her nightwear, but paused for a moment, her hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. She was only wearing her bra and panties, her posture revealing the small bump that had become a part of her life.
Vincenzo stood by the door, watching her with an intense gaze. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.
Vanessa turned to face him, a slight smile on her lips. "I'm not sure how I can do this with the baby, but I think we can manage a little... just a few rounds," she said, walking toward him and pulling him into a kiss.
Vincenzo responded instantly, his lips meeting hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her skin. His touch was tender yet passionate, as if he wanted to make up for the time they had been apart, for the times they had to hold back.
As they kissed, the world outside the room ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, their desires intertwined, the chemistry undeniable. Vincenzo didn't want to pull away; he wanted her to experience every moment of pleasure, every sensation, but he also knew how fragile this moment was.
Eventually, they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily. Vanessa sat down on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath her. She covered herself with a blanket and glanced up at Vincenzo. "That was... incredible," she murmured, a small smile on her lips.
She wanted more, she could feel her body aching for more, but she also knew there were limits. Vincenzo's concern for her and the baby was always present in the back of his mind.
"Please," she whispered, her voice soft and pleading. "Just a little more."
Vincenzo looked at her with a mixture of love and concern. "How long have you been holding on?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
Vanessa took a deep breath. "For a while," she admitted, her eyes meeting his. "Please, just a little more."
His heart swelled with emotion, but he knew what he had to do. He leaned down, kissing her gently before resuming, his movements slow and tender, as though he wanted to cherish this moment as much as possible. Each thrust was deliberate, each movement a promise, and Vanessa responded in kind, her body moving with his, both of them lost in the sensation.
The room was filled with the sound of their connection, the intimacy they shared, but eventually, Vanessa felt herself growing tired. Her body had reached its limit, and before she knew it, she was asleep, her head resting on Vincenzo's chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart lulling her into a peaceful slumber.
Vincenzo brushed a lock of hair from her face, looking down at her with a mixture of tenderness and regret. As he kissed her forehead softly, he thought to himself, Even if I regret anything in my life, it would never be her.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to relax, knowing that in this moment, everything was right.