Like coming home
Violet
"I want you, Vi," he whispers, moving to the buttons of my blouse. His eyes meet mine, seeking permission, desire now mixing with the tenderness from before.
His touch sends electricity through my skin—even through the fabric. When he slides the jacket off my shoulders, the cool air hits my arms, raising goosebumps. Or maybe it's the way he's looking at me. He undoes each button with deliberate slowness, like he's unwrapping a gift he wants to savor.
"You're beautiful," he says softly, and before I can respond, his lips are on my chest, pressing warm kisses against my skin.
A moan escapes me—loud, uninhibited, surprising even myself. It's just a kiss, barely anything, and yet my body responds like I've been starved for touch.
William pulls back, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Look at us. Like inexperienced teenagers." His gaze drops meaningfully to the impressive bulge in his pants. "Me with a boner I can't control, you moaning from a simple kiss."
I slap his chest playfully. "Shut up."
"Make me." The challenge in his voice makes my stomach flip.
I cradle his face in my hands, pulling us both down. His lips meet mine, soft at first, then hungrier. Between kisses, he mumbles against my mouth, "I love how messy we are together."
We undress each other slowly—a button here, a zipper there. My fingers fumble at his belt. His hands shake slightly as he unhooks my bra. We're both making sounds that would embarrass me if I weren't so caught up in him. Every touch feels magnified.
His shirt falls open, and I trace the lean muscles of his chest with my fingertips. Suddenly, he squirms, a giggle escaping him.
"Ticklish?" I ask.
"Only when it's you," he admits, eyes crinkling at the corners.
I lower myself onto his chest, pressing my naked torso against his. The skin-on-skin contact makes us both inhale sharply. His arms wrap around me, holding me close.
"We're far from being sexy now," he laughs, and I join him, my body shaking against his.
He begins a gentle exploration of my body, tracing patterns on my back before moving lower. When his palms cup my ass, squeezing gently, another embarrassing moan escapes me.
"What?" he asks with mock innocence. "Can't I touch mygirlfriendthis way?"
The word 'girlfriend' makes me blush despite everything we've already done. I bury my face in his neck.
"You're adorable when you're flustered," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple.
In one fluid motion, William flips us over, laying me gently against the mattress. He stands up, his boxers doing little to hide his arousal.
"Someone's really excited," I comment, my eyes fixed on the prominent outline.
"Someone's observant," he fires back with a wink.
He moves to the windows, drawing the curtains closed. The room dims, and he flicks on the bedside lamp, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. He begins searching through his belongings, opening drawers and checking pockets.
"What are you looking for?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows.
"Condoms," he says without turning. "I have them in my wallet... Ah!" He turns to me with a rueful smile, wallet in hand. "I need to be inside you now, so... pardon me as I claim my territory again."
"Yourterritory?" I raise an eyebrow.
He finds what he's looking for, then turns toward me, boxers discarded, his erection proud and bobbing slightly with his movement. There's something primal in his gaze that makes my breath catch.
"Yes, my territory. You're mine, Violet." His voice drops an octave. "Now, and you won't get rid of me any time soon."
I gulp, surprised by how his dominant tone affects me. He crawls onto the bed slowly, moving up my body like a predator stalking its prey. I feel cornered in the most delicious way. But then his serious expression breaks into that goofy smile I adore, and he kisses me softly, pulling me close against him.
