When the last button slips free and I push his jeans down, something else slips free too.
Hello, commando.
He takes my hand. “Touch me, Violet. See me with your fingers. Read me the way you’d read a face.”
I do.
My fingertips trace slowly over his length—the veins, the ridges, the heat, the smoothness of skin stretched over muscle. Every now and then, he sucks in a breath, and each sound goes straight to my core.
When I reach his head, I brush my thumb over the top, gathering the bead of precum and swirling it around the base of his head.
He groans—a raw, low sound that seems to vibrate through the room.
“Can I taste you?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer with words, just a deep, guttural groan. His large hand wraps gently around my fingers, guiding his cock to my mouth.
I flick my tongue over him, moaning at the delicious taste.
His hips jut forward, and he grips my head as I open wider, taking him in. His moans echo mine.
His cock slides over my tongue, satiny smooth, and I moan again. He feels so good. God, he feels good. The sensation is almost too much, overwhelming and intoxicating.
I grip his firm ass for balance. How is he standing while I nearly came apart lying down? I take him deeper, deeper, deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat.
My eyes water, stars bursting behind my lids. Stars I haven’t seen in a year.
When he swells in my mouth, pleasure spikes through me. He’s going to come, and that sends a rush of wicked power flooding through my veins.
But then his thumb touches my chin, urging me back.
“Fuck, Violet, I’m so close. I’ve been warring with myself whether to come in that sexy mouth, but I want to make you feelgood again. Will you let me come inside you? Inside that sweet, perfect pussy?”
My entire body answers before I do, and I let him press me gently down onto the bed. I hear him retrieve something from the floor, then the crinkle of foil as he rips open the condom and hands it to me.
“Put this on, beautiful.”
The scent of latex mixes with sex and heat. My hands tremble as I slowly roll the condom onto his hard length.
“Lie back down for me.”
I do.
And then, slowly, he pushes inside me. “Fuck, you feel perfect.” He doesn’t move. Doesn’t thrust. He remains still, giving me time to adjust.
Time to breathe.
Time to want.
Chapter 16
Jason
Please don’t come. Please don’t come. Please don’t come.
The words chant through my head as I ease into Violet.
Fuck. She feels… beautiful. That’s the only word for it. Not just tight or warm or any of the crude things my body wants to scream, but right. Like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
