Carefully, I pull out a few inches, then gently push back inside. “You good?”
Her head bobs, so I do it again, thrusting into her with as much control as I can muster, but fuck is it difficult. She feels so damn good. Slick, liquid heat, and better than anything I could’ve imagined.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Yes, just like that.”
I keep the same rhythm, pulling out and thrusting in, paying attention to Violet’s breathing, her hands, her trembling thighs. Within minutes, she’s digging her fingernails into my back. The slight burn along my skin spurs me on.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “God, yes.”
Her ankles hook around my waist as I rut into her over and over again. Balls aching, skin tingling, I balance my weight on one forearm and grip her waist with my opposite hand.
I’m close. I can feel it. The familiar ache. My release just out of reach.
“Tell me you’re close,” I growl.
“So close.” Her breath hitches. “Like, really close.”
I pound into her over and over, fighting the urge to come until my Little Thief has.
“Jagger,” she moans. Her back arches, and her thighs tighten around my hips, her nails clawing into me.
“Come on, baby.” I rut into her, watching the red bloom over cheeks while she shakes her head back and forth as if she can’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away. “Come on, I got you.”
“Jagger.” She falls apart beneath me, her body coiling and her pussy squeezing me so tight, I can’t help but follow after her. My cock jerks. Heat ripples from my balls and through my limbs. I tense on top of her, filling the condom with my cum while wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me. Like a jackhammer, my heart races, and my cock jerks one more time as I try to come down from the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
That was…Fuck.That was something else.
Dropping my head to the crook of her neck, I pull in a lungful of air and breathe her in.
Violet.
I finally hooked up with Violet Reeves. Don’t get me wrong. I knew it was a possibility when I invited her to tonight’s event, and I’ve wanted her since before the haunted house, but after her dad showed up and shit all over our night, I figured we’d just hang out. Maybe eat some food. Get to know each other better. And we did…then hooked up on my couch.
I should feel relieved. Like, I’ve crossed a goal off my to-do list. Instead, all I want to do is pull her closer and fall asleep.
“Well that was…” She laughs, expressing my same sentiment. “Wow.”
Kissing her throat, I lift my head and stare down at her. Mussed hair. Flushed cheeks. Bruised lips. Pretty sure I’ve never been more attracted to a woman in my entire life. “Wow, huh?”
She tosses her arm over her eyes in an attempt to hide from me. “Don’t let the compliment go to your head.”
Reaching for her forearm, I uncover her eyes and kiss her nose. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums, though she doesn’t sound convinced.
I kiss her nose once more, then climb off her. “Stay here.”
“Where are you going?”
“Be right back,” I call over my shoulder. Disappearing into the bathroom, I discard the used condom, wet a washcloth under the faucet, and return to the movie room. A limp Violet lies right where I left her. Somewhat buzzed, a hundred percent naked, and fully satisfied. The medley makes me want to pound my chest with pride. For being the one to bring her lazy smile to her lips. Something warm spreads through me as I sit on the edge of the sofa.
She covers a yawn with her hand, rubbing at her eyes. “It’s getting late,” she states.
I lift the washcloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She stares at the wet terrycloth like it’s a foreign object instead of a regular old wash cloth. “Is that for me?”
“Are you surprised?”
