"Condom," she reminds me—always the practical one even when breathless with desire.
I reach for the bedside drawer, finding what we need by feel alone. She takes it from me, rolling it down my cock in one go. The touch of her hands nearly undoes me.
I position myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock pressing against her soaking wet pussy. Even in the darkness, I sense her eyes on me, intense and wanting. I push forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. Thesensation is exquisite—hot, tight, perfect. I have to pause halfway, resting my forehead against hers, fighting for control.
"You feel heavenly," I whisper, voice strained. "Always so perfect for me."
Her hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. "Move," she commands, hips lifting to take me deeper. "Please, Will."
I withdraw slowly before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm that has us both gasping. The darkness heightens everything—each sensation magnified without visual distraction. This must be what heaven feels like.
"I love how you feel," I murmur against her neck. The darkness makes me brave, makes me honest. "Love how you respond to me. Greedy for my cock."
Her back arches as I shift angles, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. "Right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."
I maintain the pace, her pussy tightening around me with each thrust. My control is slipping, the need to claim her, to mark her as mine, becoming overwhelming. I slide one hand between us, finding her clit, teasing it.
"Look at me, Violet. Come for me again," I urge, slowly circling her clit. "Let me feel you."
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she tenses beneath me. "William," she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips. "I'm close."
"I know, baby," I whisper, increasing the pressure of my fingers. "Let go. I've got you."
She shatters around me, her perfect pussy squeezing my cock as she cries out my name. The sound, combined with the tight grip on me, makes my orgasm come faster than I wanted. My rhythm falters with pleasure so intense, it borders on pain, and I slump on top of her.
"Violet," I groan, burying my face in her neck as I empty myself inside her. "Christ, Violet.”
For a few minutes we remain locked together, trembling and breathless. The storm continues outside, but it seems distant now, separate from the warm and sweaty cocoon we've created. I roll to the side, taking her with me, unwilling to break our connection just yet.
We lie tangled together, hearts racing, breath mingling. Violet strokes her fingers lazily up and down my back, tracing patterns I can't decipher.
"That was… too damn sexy," she trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
I press a kiss to her temple. "Yeah," I agree, understanding perfectly what she can't articulate. "Fuck, I’m going to be sore tomorrow."
Reluctantly, I ease myself away from Violet's warm body, fumbling in the darkness for the edge of the bed. The rain still pounds against the windows, occasional lightning illuminating the room in stark flashes.
"Be right back," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead before sliding off the bed.
My legs are pleasantly rubbery, muscles loose from exertion and release. I pad naked across the room, feet hitting the cold wooden floor, hands outstretched to avoid colliding with furniture. The darkness is now far from being erotic and becomes full-on disorienting, but this space is familiar enough to navigate by memory and touch.I think.
I fumble with the handle, pulling it open and feeling blindly among the shelves.
"What are you doing?" Violet's voice comes from the bed, languid and satisfied.
"Looking for—ah, got it." My fingers close around the soft terry cloth of a clean towel. "Necessary equipment."
I dispose of the condom in the small bin beside the wardrobe, then make my way back to the bed, guided by another flash oflightning that briefly illuminates Violet's form. She's stretched out like a goddess, hair wild against the pillows, skin gleaming with sweat. The sight punches the air from my lungs.I just sinned with a goddess, and I regret nothing.
William, this could be a thing.
This could be your future.
The two of you together.
The mattress dips beneath my weight as I settle beside her. Another helpful flash reveals her stretched out on my sheets, smiling softly at me.She’s fucking gorgeous, and I don’t accept any slander about my Violet.
"Come here," I say, unfolding the towel. "Let me take care of you."
