I love learning every secret spot, the way spanking gets her wet, but sucking her nipples edges her, brings her close to the brink until I ease her back down. I tease her relentlessly, sucking her nipple, squeezing the fullness of her tit in my hand until she’s bucking against the bed. Then I slow my movements until she’s whimpering and begging me for more.
I suck her and flick the tip of her nipple with my tongue, nibbling lightly with my teeth until she’s grabbing my head and pulling me closer.
But I’m not done torturing my sweet, sweet librarian.
“Open your legs.” I kneel between her knees and watch as she opens her legs wide for me. I feel how wet she is, and fuck, I want to sink inside her and thrust until I can’t see.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. “Play with your pussy for me, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t open her eyes. Just slides a hand down her belly and past her tightly trimmed curls. She moves her fingers around her slippery folds and holds her lips open so I can watch her touch her clit.
“Show me what you do to make yourself come,” I say, fisting my still-hard cock.
I stroke myself through the condom, watching as her mouth falls open and she curls her toes into the sheet. She uses two fingers to rub fast circles across her clit, her tits bouncing with the energy of her movements.
“Don’t come until I tell you.” I inch my knees forward and press my hands to the insides of Violet’s knees. “Keep touching yourself.”
I watch her finger that sweet, swollen clit while I slide my dick all the way inside her. It’s fucking bliss, feeling her, watching her, hearing her. I can’t remember a time in my life when anything felt so perfect, so important, so real.
She gasps when I pull out, but I’m not going anywhere. I slide the tip in and rock my hips back and forth so I can watch her finger herself while I watch myself fucking her.
The way her pussy moves as I enter and exit her makes me so hard, I can hardly handle the pressure. I feel it coming on, a massive orgasm, but I need to hold out. I need to hold out for Violet.
“Come for me,” I growl, squeezing her knees with my hands. “Come for me, goddammit.”
She sucks in a breath and cries out, her fingers working her pussy until she’s bucking hard against the sheets. As soon as she starts to ride the wave, I ram myself all the way inside her, slamming my cock into her while her walls convulse around me.
She’s screaming, her mouth open, her eyes slammed shut, frenzied, frantic cries of pleasure marking her every shudder. I collapse then, the climax overtaking me, and I empty myself out in powerful, exhausting spurts.
When we’re done, I collapse beside her, tuck her tight against my chest, and we drop exhaustedly into sleep.
10
Violet
When I wake up, I don’t know if it’s been two days or two years. My body is sore and satisfied, and my mind is happy, content, and, oddly, I feel at ease.
My eyes are sealed like they are glued shut, so I squint them open and check the clock on Shadow’s bedside table. Phew. It’s not even lunchtime.
I roll my shoulders and slide out from under Shadow’s heavy limbs. He’s snoring lightly, so I go into his bathroom, pee, wash my hands, and clean up a bit. Even though we used a condom, I came so many times, I feel wet and sticky everywhere.
I have to balance my hands on the sink and gather my strength. I need a big glass of water and a good meal. Shaking legs, tired-out lady bits, a smile that won’t wipe itself off my face. In my entire life, I’ve never, ever felt this way.
I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. I was so pissed off when he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like a rag doll. That was some impressive feat, because I am not a small girl. But then it was like all that anger and emotion just…I don’t know, went away. We worked it out or banged it out.
The smile I can’t wipe from my face gets even bigger. Me. Violet James. Banging out my emotions.
I’m drying my hands when it comes back to me.
Clive.
I pad back to bed and crawl back under the covers, trying to banish the idea of Clive from my thoughts. It doesn’t work.
“Why the frown, sweetheart? You okay?”
I peer up at Shadow, who looks wide awake. I snuggle down against his chest. He pulls the covers up over me and kisses my forehead.
“Yes,” I say. “I’m okay. Just sad and a bit confused, I guess.”
