“Shadow…” My eyes closed, I move my fingers faster, chasing the memory of the pleasure I’ve only ever experienced with him. “Shadow,” I pant again and work my fingers faster, harder. I’m wet and my eyes are closed when I hear the sound of the bathroom door open.
Shadow stands in just a towel, his hair and beard damp from a shower.
My eyes fly open, and I realize that I am not asleep and I am not dreaming. Shadow’s bare chest, muscular, hairy, and covered in tattoos, tightens as he releases the towel and tosses it over the towel bar.
“You wanna let me finish what you’ve started?” he asks, and then he climbs in bed beside me.
13
Shadow
Violet looks half asleep, but her eyes fly open when I pull back the sheets. She’s got one hand down the front of her pants.
“Dreaming about something?” I tease.
She yanks her hand away, but I shake my head and lift her fingers to my lips. I lick the salty sweetness from her fingertips and groan. “My baby is insatiable,” I say, sucking her fingers deep into my mouth.
She whimpers and squirms against the bedding.
“Take off your pants.” I watch as she lifts her hips and wiggles out of her bottoms. “Now everything else. Do it slow.”
My eyes sear into her as she parts her lips, and her breathing quickens. She unfastens her bra and works her arms through the straps, then tosses the offending garment across the room. It hits a lampshade by the couch and almost knocks the thing over.
“Oh God, sorry.” She tries to scramble off the bed to get it, but I shake my head.
“Leave it.”
She obeys and focuses back on me, sliding the loose T-shirt over her head. I’ll never get sick of this woman’s body. Her hips are round and full, her belly soft and inviting.
“Lie down.” I don’t know how much more time I have with her, and I’m going to make every single second count.
She settles back against the pillows, and I lower my face to her stomach. I kiss the softness there and slide my hands under her hips to knead her ass cheeks. She rewards my touch with a groan, and my cock bobs between my legs, ready for the promises I know Violet’s body will fulfill.
“Turn over,” I tell her.
She does so without a word, and I lie over her, careful to support my own weight so I don’t crush her. My cock slips against her ass crack, and I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “Tell me what you were dreaming.”
“I was thinking about the garage, the car,” she says.
I knew she liked it from behind. I lift off her and spread her legs wide, then settle my face as close to her pussy as I can get. “Pillow,” I demand, and she hands one back to me, but I refuse it. “Under your belly.”
She props the pillow under her stomach so she can lie against it, and her hips and ass are slightly elevated. Perfect. I use that angle to my advantage, spreading her legs wide and kissing long, hot paths from her inner thighs up to her pussy.
She’s wet and so, so hot for me. I can smell her arousal, a heady mix of sweetness and spice, and my mouth waters in anticipation. With a feast like Violet in my bed, I could eat her forever and never notice going hungry. She’s delicious and soft, and before I know it, my tongue has worked its way to her wet, wet seam.
Her legs are spread wide to give me access, and I lick her from clit to ass and back again. She tastes so sweet, so clean, I tongue her opening and slurp tiny pulsing sucks against her clit. She wails out, a cry that’s part “more” and part “perfect.” I don’t care if she thinks this is perfect. I have so, so much more to give.
“Flip over.”
She obeys slowly, taking her time to wiggle her hips and roll onto her back. Once she’s got her ass on the pillow and her hips are slightly angled up, I spread her knees wide and stroke her seam with my fingertips. I go nice and slow, trailing her wetness up and down along her opening, teasing her lips by slipping just the tiniest bit of my finger between her wet folds.
She shudders and groans, moving with an aching need to get closer, but I’m in control of her pleasure now. I withdraw my fingers and taste her again, sucking every last drop off my fingers and then wetting mine so they slide up and across her clit with ease.
She’s losing herself in the pleasure. I can see it in the flush across her heaving tits, the way she grabs her own nipples and squeezes the tight copper tips between her fingers.
“Good girl.” I coax her to touch herself harder, more.
She pants, squeezing her tits and rolling her hips to get closer to the pressure of my fingers. I can’t imagine ever getting sick of this. Ever tiring of fucking this woman’s body. Of hearing her sounds and sharing her pleasure. Something I’ve never felt before washes over me and leaves me weak, feeling suddenly drained. I want to fuck her, hard but soft, and hold her. Everything at once.
