I think I might—no, I know I’ve met my match with Violet. She’s as insatiable as I am.
No longer wanting to use words, especially not when I can show her, I raise myself enough to tease her entrance, her hot folds enveloping me as I slowly ease inside her until I’m balls deep.
“You feel that?” I ask.
“Yes.” She sighs.
It should be illegal for something to feel this fucking good.
I keep her hands in one of mine as I raise myself on my other arm. It's one of my favourite views, watching me slide in and out of her slick pussy.
This is so much better than the last time, and I’ve hardly even begun, and that’s when I come to my senses. And I freeze my gyrations.
“Tink, can you reach the condoms,” I grit out, letting go of her other hand and moving to slip back out of her, even though everything in me insists I stay exactly where I am.
Her hands move to my arse, holding me in place. Not that I’m resisting, of course.
She holds my gaze.
“I have an IUD, but if you’d rather we didn’t.”
She reaches out towards the drawer, tilting her hip a fraction, causing me to jerk into her.Fuck.
“I can’t think of anything more than coming inside you with nothing between us. But only if you’re sure that's what you want?”
She gives me a slight nod.
“I need your words, baby.”
Her pupils dilate. “I’m sure,” she says. Her sweet breath ricochets against my mouth as she leans up to kiss my bottom lip.
I rest my forehead against hers, revelling in the ecstasy of being inside her like this.
“I’ve never gone bareback before,” I admit quietly. “I’ve never wanted to before you.”
And there it is, the all-consuming need to be as close to her essence on both a physical and spiritual level.
ChapterThirty-Six
VIOLET
Something about his admission empowers me in a way I’ve never felt before, because neither have I.
“Me neither, and I’ve always used something.” My reason for having an IUD has nothing to do with contraceptives and everything to do with the heavy and painful periods I was experiencing to the point I was becoming anaemic. So my GP recommended it, and thankfully it makes my periods lighter and a lot less painful.
Clearly, I said something he likes because now he’s moving with a renewed purpose, and fucking hell, to say it feels good seems like the worst use of vocabulary because it’s so much more than that.
I turn my head to the side, closing my eyes, when I feel his fingers feather across my jaw, directing me back.
“Open your eyes, Violet.”
And when I do, he stares at me with such powerful intent that a small whimper escapes me.
“Do you feel that? How perfectly we fit together.” He leans down, licking a path along my chest until his lips hover over mine. “How your pussy was made for me.”
My channel clenches around him, his words bringing heat to my cheeks and fire to my core. The more vulgar he speaks to me, the more my body reacts.
“Yes,” I reply just as his tongue dips between my lips, and he fucks me with his mouth with the same intensity as his deep thrusts continue to take me higher. I bring my legs up until my feet are flat on the bed, and I hold on to my ankles, squeezing him with my thighs.
