What if tonight was all I ever got again? I needed to make it count. Blowing in her mouth was not an option I cared to entertain. I ran a thumb along her cheek.
“Never could get you to follow instructions, could I?” I chuckled.
Vi said nothing since her mouth was full, hands wrapped around my base and my balls. But her eyes smiled up at me. Add that image to the master list of ways she was making this a core memory for me.
I tugged on her biceps and she released me, standing with wet eyes. “Get back up here.”
I put her back on the counter and rolled on the condom, stepping closer to line us up again. Violet’s hands gripped my shoulders as I sank into her, her head sagging back. We both let out a sigh, making out as I slowly pulsed in and out of her.
Then our gazes locked, foreheads together. “You feel so good,” I said.
“You too,” she breathed. “But I still want to ride you.”
I scooped her up while I was still deep inside her. “My girl gets what she wants.”
I carried her back to the bed and arranged myself on myback. Violet’s hands pushed on my shoulders. She rode me, hips undulating, hair brushing my chest. Moans, groping hands on hips, her body rolls and my counter-thrusts, the steady rhythm of us slapping together.
“Colton?” she gasped, and I stopped pounding.
“What, baby?”
Her hands rested on my chest and she started a slow grind that milked my cock in the most delicious way. Her hips were fucking mesmerizing. On a wheezy breath and a hard clench around my cock, she spoke. “Nobody does it better.”
Chemicals flooded my system and I became ruthless, thrusting up into her and drunk on the way she bounced on me. I dropped my thumb to her clit and took in the exquisite view as her hands landed on my thighs behind her. I drank it all in: her tits, her hips, her lips popped open, the unreal view of where we were joined, and best of all, her high-pitched cries as she tightened around me.
“You going to come for me?” I asked through a clenched jaw. I prayed the answer was yes because I was frighteningly close to meeting my end.
“Colt, I—” Her thrusts grew shorter as she ground against my thumb.
“That’s it, baby.” I focused on the way her walls fluttered against me and how perfectly her ass filled my hand. “Let go for me.”
Violet sat forward and held my hand at her clit, begging me not to stop. Her cunt pulsed around me, and I reached for her breasts to rub her nipples as she rode out her pleasure. Then she flopped, sated, onto my chest to kiss me. She was so close to me, her skin and her scent mixing with mine to create an intoxicating high.
With her tongue in my mouth and her clutched as tight as Icould get her, I came with a release so strong I almost couldn’t breathe.
When I opened my eyes again, her extraordinary blue waited for me. Her lips curled up in a sad smile. Uh oh. Sad. Why was she sad after coming all over me?
Her eyes flitted over my face: my lips, my nose, my hairline, my eyes.
“I loved you,” she whispered.
Loved. Past tense.
Loved. Then, not now.
Loved. Once before, but not again.
And still, I responded in kind. “I loved you, Violet.”
But there was another part that I couldn’t say.
I’m not sure I ever stopped.
SEVEN
VIOLET
WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS, WEST VIRGINIA
