Violet:I guess it’s because I had a dream about my dad. It sucks because I never asked for things to end up this way. They just did but now it has me missing him and my parents in general. Then I bumped into Sylvia on my way to classes this morning, and she acted like she didn’t evenknow me. We made eye contact and then she just walked away in a huff without saying hi. So, like I said, just an off day.
Colson:The hardest part with your family is over.
Violet:I know, and I’m happy about that.
Colson:The rest will get better in time. Not really sure what to say about Sylvia because there’s no covering up how I feel about her.
Violet:Me and Everleigh think something is going on with her, but we don’t know what.
Colson:Everyone has their secrets, baby. Just do me a favor?
Violet:Hmm?
Colson:Keep that pretty chin of yours up for me?
Violet:Only because you called me pretty.
Colson:I’ll remind you every damn day if makes it easier.
My belly somersaults the same way it did the day he sent me those messages. I scroll until I find more.
Violet:What else are you bringing to the table?
Colson:There something specific you want, Vi? Gotta ask, if so.
Violet:You.
Colson:That can be arranged. Anything else?
Violet:I don’t know.
Colson:Try again.
Violet:Maybe your mouth pressed against me.
Violet:*sends picture*
Colson:What have I told you about sending me photos while I’m at work?
Violet:It’s nothing bad.
Colson:You saying that doesn’t stop my mind from going places.
Colson:Fuck, here goes nothing. It better not be your feet again…
Colson:*opens multimedia message*
Violet:See, I told you, nothing bad. Just showing you the general vicinity of where I’d like your mouth on me.
Colson:You know it doesn’t take much to get me between those magnificent thighs of yours. I’ll never get over how fucking delicious you taste, how hard you make me, or how goddamn tight you are when I slide inside of you. It’s like you were made for me, baby.
Violet:Okay. Now you’re getting ME horny.
Colson:Face the facts. You already were.
The minute he found me in my bedroom that evening, he closed the door and flipped the lock. He tugged his shirt off and tossed it into my laundry basket. His jeans folded down his legs next, and it was no secret that he was ready for me. My belly dove low at the sight. Even more so when he told me to strip out of my own clothes and start touching myself so he could watch.
I followed his request until I was on the brink of an orgasm, and he took over, slanting his tongue over me in the best of ways.
