"But don't let this fool you," I add, standing and positioning myself against her again. I pull my cock out. Despite having just come, I'm still hard, still wanting more—wanting everything with her. "Can I?"
I pull back a bit and put my hand in my pocket. She immediately stares at me looking for answers.
"What? I’m a gentleman, always ready, especially for you, gorgeous." I wave the condom wrapper at her.
"Were you anticipating this, Will?"
"With you? Always. That and cuddles. Lots of cuddles."
I open the wrapper and put the condom on, noticing how she’s biting her lower lip while her gaze is on my throbbing cock.
I align myself with her entrance, pushing in slowly, savoring every millimeter of connection. "I have a lot of love to give right now. I spent too much time not enjoying you, not touching myself, not having any pleasure. I intend to take every single drop I can. And give as well."
I slide in completely, overwhelmed by the sensation of her pussy around my cock. My hands find her hips, and I begin to move, setting a rhythm that has us both moaning. A smile stretches across my face, uncontrollable happiness bubbling up despite—or perhaps because of—the intensity of the moment.
"Why do you look so happy?" Violet asks between gasps.
"Because I'm making love to the woman I adore," I answer simply, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss as I increase my pace, driving us both toward that perfect edge.
We come together, her muscles clenching around me, drawing out my release in pulses that seem endless. I collapse against her, my head resting on her shoulder, our bodies still joined as we catch our breath.
"Missed this," I murmur against her skin. "Your smell, your body, your moans, your warmth. The way you squeeze around me, the way you touch me." I press a kiss to her collarbone. "Missed you being mine for a night."
Violet's fingers thread through my hair, gentle and possessive. "You were quite needy," she teases, her voice warm with affection.
"I have a lot to make up for," I counter, lifting my head to meet her eyes. "Weeks in the hospital and receiving guests here at my place. Weeks of wanting to touch you and having to behave." I press my forehead against hers. "I'm not wasting another minute of having you here."
Chapter 38
Out in the open
Violet
The taxi crawls through Zandvoort's packed streets, each meter bringing us closer to the moment I've both craved and dreaded. William's hand rests on mine, warm and steady, while my palm sweats beneath his touch. A week together became two, then three, then a month. Perfect weeks of blissful isolation at his countryside home—cooking together one-handed then two-handed when he recovered, watching races on his massive TV, falling asleep tangled in each other—has been the closest thing to peace I've felt in years, helping him with his recovery.
But now, reality awaits.
The paddock.
The cameras.
The questions.
Our relationship, private and precious, about to become public property.
"You're nervous," William says, his voice gentle as his thumb traces circles on the back of my hand.
"Of course I am." I wipe my free hand on my slacks. "This isn't like telling my parents or friends who I'm dating. We're telling the world. It feels..." I search for the right words, coming up empty. "Wrong? Weird? I don't know."
William's face sobers for a moment. "I feel like I'm gonna puke."
My eyes widen. "Please,no."
The last thing we need is William vomiting as we make our relationship debut. The headlines write themselves:FOSTER SICKENED BY RELATIONSHIP REVEAL.
His serious expression cracks, a grin breaking through. "Just kidding."
I slap his arm playfully, relief washing through me. "You're the worst."
