My head wobbles side to side, as the guy is right and I need solid concentration.
“You know that if you’re distracted in Lake Spark then something is seriously screwed up. My dad says if you can’t clear your head and enjoy your family in this town, then no magical place will save you.” I hear his sarcasm.
“I will take that into consideration when I figure out if I’m fixable or not,” I respond dryly.
“Won’t you be back more often? You better figure it out fast.”
Again, this sixteen-year-old is on point today, because the reality is that I will be back more regularly, and I’m not entirely sure where Violet fits in on the distraction front. I asked for a week, and our timer is up, but she won’t be out of my life.
And that very much weighs on my mind for the rest of the day.
* * *
It’seight in the evening, and tomorrow, I check out from the Dizzy Duck Inn. Violet had to stay late at The Flower Jar, so we skipped dinner together. But the moment she walks through the door and sets the do-not-disturb sign on the handle, my hands frame her face to kiss her hard, as if I need to seal the imprint of her lips on mine.
She murmurs a sweet sound which is a contrast to my low, rumbled groan.
Pulling away, I cup her jaw with my hands, and she peers up at me, her eyes sparkly in this dimly lit room. “That’s one way to welcome me,” she rasps.
“No reason to hold back tonight.”
She nods gently while our eyes lock, and this woman has me completely mesmerized.
“How do we end this week of fun?” Violet is searching for a clue of how tonight may go. Slow or fast? I don’t have an answer.
Walking us back to the bed, I debate within myself how I like to take her the most… but I like every way.
But it’s probably safer if we stick to our adventurous side.
“All fours, Vi. Show me that ass of yours.”
A devious smirk appears on her lips before she complies, even going so far as making a show of lifting her skirt to indicate that she took off her panties at some point between her car and my room.
I go nearly feral and spank her with the palm of my hand, and her yelp turns into a whimper because I dive right in to lick her slit, nor do I begin with gentle strokes. Her body falls forward and her fingers claw the duvet. This is the way I like her.
At my mercy, knowing I will reward her.
Violet knows how to take, but she much prefers following my cues.
“I swear you taste like pure maple syrup.” I rise up on my knees and run my finger along the corner of my mouth.
She glances over her shoulder with a mischievous look. “You hate maple syrup.”
“Not if it’s on you.” I rub a circle on her ass, and I get another idea. “Can I take a photo of you like this? A little keepsake.”
Violet flops like a pancake to her back and rests against her propped arms, her foot drawing a line up her leg, stopping mid-thigh. “Yes, but I thought for sure you would much prefer one with me touching myself.”
I blow out a breath. “Youarea wild little thing.”
I’m hovering over her in a flash, and I decide the photo will have to wait; being buried deep inside of her takes priority.
All night becomes one long event of sex, rest, and sex again. Sometime around one in the morning, we finally zoned out for the night, but by six in the morning, I woke to find her peacefully sleeping. I couldn’t help myself and decided to wake her up the one way we both enjoy. We go slow until I’m thrusting into her, because I won’t let her leave this morning without a proper goodbye.
“I can’t,” she breathes out as I spoon around her from behind. That drowsy smile gracing her lips is beautiful when she turns to look back at me.
“You will come again, Vi. On my cock. Now be a good girl and squeeze.” I push in deeper, with her arm looped back around my neck, while my other hand holds her hip in place.
“Dec, I’m going...” Her eyes hood closed while her pussy tightens around me.
