Her eyes light up, a flash of genuine excitement that makes something warm unfurl in my chest. I know he loves these. Back in Japan, she was all over them whenever we stopped for a quick bite at a convenience store. She crosses the kitchen in quick steps and takes one of the sandwiches, biting into it with unrestrained enthusiasm.
"Hungry?" I tease, watching her devour half in record time.
She swallows before answering. "Starving. Didn't eat lunch—too busy with lawyers talking legal jargon and boring me to death."
I take my own sandwich, biting into it more slowly, watching her over the rim. "I like a woman with an appetite."
"Good," she says around another bite. "Because I have several."
The innuendo, coming from typically reserved Violet, sends a jolt straight to my groin. I set my sandwich down, no longer interested in food. "Funny you should mention that," I say, moving closer to her. "I find my appetite is for something else entirely right now."
Her eyes drop to the obvious bulge straining against my sweatpants—comfortable loungewear I'd chosen for practicality with my injury, not anticipating how it would now reveal every contour of my hard cock.
"I can see that," she murmurs, setting her sandwich aside as her gaze falls on my crotch.
I close the distance between us, unable to wait another moment. With my left arm, I lift her effortlessly—she's light despite saying otherwise—and set her on the countertop. Positioning myself between her legs feels like coming home, the most natural place in the world to be. I pull her close, wrapping my arm around her waist, her heartbeat against mine.
The rain drums harder against the windows, creating a rhythm that my hips unconsciously match as I grind against her. The friction, even through layers of clothing, is almost unbearable. Violet's breath catches, a small moan escaping as I press harder, more deliberately.
I pull back from our embrace just enough to see her face, her pupils dilated with desire. "Can I go down on you?" The question comes out rough with want, but I need to hear her consent, need to know she wants this as much as I do.
She almost chokes, surprised by my directness, and I laugh softly, brushing my nose against hers as I wait for her answer, eyes locked on hers.
"Yes," she breathes finally. "Please."
Those two words, especially the "please," send fire through my veins.
"Good girl," I say as I plant a soft kiss on her lips. I maintain eye contact as my fingers—still surprisingly dexterous despite weeks of limited use—find the waistband of her pajama bottoms and underwear. I pull them down slowly, reverently, helping her lift her hips so I can slide them off completely.
I step back slightly, taking in the sight of her. Half-dressed, perched on my kitchen counter, the last rays of evening light catching the curves of her body. "You're mesmerizing," I whisper. "Beautiful. A goddess." My voice drops lower, rougher. "Fuck... I want you so much right now."
Sinking to my knees before her feels like worship. I press my face against her inner thigh, breathing in her scent, placing kisses along sensitive skin as I move higher. My fingers find her first, exploring gently, and I groan at the wetness I encounter.
"So ready for me," I murmur, looking up at her with a smirk I can't contain. "I've missed this. Missed how wet you get for me. It's so fucking sexy."
I circle her clit, light, teasing touches that make her hips shift impatiently. I don't make her wait long. Leaning forward, I run my tongue along her pussy in a slow, deliberate stroke that makes her gasp. The taste of her floods my senses—familiar, intoxicating,mine. I lose myself in the rhythm, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention, my fingers joining my mouth as I slide two inside her.
Violet's hands find my hair, tugging gently at first, then harder as I increase the pressure. Her moans drive me wild, each sound going straight to my cock, which throbs painfully against the confines of my boxers.
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "Eyes on me, Violet," I command softly. "I don't just want tofeel youcome. I want tosee youcome for me, because of me, in me."
"Demanding," she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I grin up at her. "I just want to see you pleasured," I counter before diving back in, my tongue finding a rhythm that makes her thighs tremble.
She tries to close her legs as she gets closer to climax, and I use my forearm to gently but firmly keep her open to me, increasing my tempo, my fingers curling to find the spot inside that makes her see stars.
When she comes, she keeps her eyes on mine as requested, and the intimacy of that connection—seeing the exact moment pleasure overtakes her—nearly undoes me. I continue softly, helping her ride through the orgasm, before finally pulling back and licking my lips with deliberate slowness.
"Best meal ever, damn." My voice is hoarse with desire. "I could go for seconds…"
It's then I notice the warm, wet sensation in my sweatpants. I glance down, realizing what's happened with a mixture of embarrassment and awe.
"What is it?" Violet asks, still breathless from her climax.
I laugh softly. "I came without even touching myself." I shake my head, amazed at my body's response to her pleasure. "That says a lot about how much power you have over me."
Her eyes widen, a small smile playing at her lips.
