She lifted up, propping herself on one elbow as she began to push back against him. Forward, back, taking him deeper inside her each time. He could feel the subtle vibration of the toy as she played with her clit.
“Oh, fuck, baby. You’re so tight. So damn hot.”
“Simon…”
“Tease your clit with that toy.”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
“More,” she whimpered.
Simon took over, holding her hips as he fucked her. He added more lubricant, then slow and steady gave way to fast and hard.
“Simon! I wanna come! Can I come?”
The fact that she was holding back because he told her to triggered something inside him.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Come for me,” he bellowed, ramming into her, letting her asshole milk his cock as she shuddered beneath him. He came in a violent rush, waylaid by the overwhelming emotions she inspired in him.
He eased out of her slowly, then fell to the bed, spooning behind her as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
“That was a rush,” she whispered.
Simon smiled. That was an understatement.
Hours later, Simon woke when something fuzzy brushed against his nose.
He opened his eyes to find a bushy-haired cat sitting on Violet’s pillow, the tip of its tail wagging back and forth over his nose.
“Tell me she didn’t run away,” he groaned, rolling to his back.
Images from last night came rushing back.
Teasing Violet.
Those damn boots.
Fucking her ass.
The shower they took after.
Violet sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing only his shirt, while he made eggs in her kitchen.
By the time they gave in to sleep, he’d been exhausted and completely sated.
Not anymore.
He wanted her again.
“She didn’t run,” Violet said from somewhere.
Simon lifted his head, peering down his body to find her standing at the end of the bed. She once again had his shirt on, only a couple of the buttons hooked, one shoulder bared.
“Come on, Harry. Time for breakfast.”
The cat evidently knew the meaning of the word because he hurried off the bed, thudding onto the floor. Simon couldn’t see him, but he assumed he left when Violet closed the door.
