My body relaxes from his admission. Part of me worried he would answer and then run to her, and the thought didn’t sit well with me. I’m not jealous, but it irked me in a way I wouldn’t admit out loud.
“I just want to be with my girl.”
My entire body is ready to bend to his will, the way he said my girl, evoking a possessiveness in me I didn’t know was possible.
He reaches out for my glass and brings it to his mouth to take a small sip before spinning me to face him with his free hand.
“Now, where was I?”
I lick my lips as he lowers his mouth to mine.
“That’s right, I was kissing you,” he says, swiping his tongue over my lower lip, backing me against the kitchen counter.
“Let me show you just how much I’ve missed you,” he says, dropping to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask, slightly breathless, as his fingers reach up and tug at the waistband of my leggings, sliding them down my legs along with my knickers.
He keeps his eyes on me as he tosses them to the side. His fingers trail a hot path up my calves and thighs.
“How does it feel to know you bring me to my knees, Violet?” he asks.
I watch as he dips his index and middle fingers into my glass of wine. I didn’t even notice him take it with him.
He brings his fingers to my folds, stroking as his mouth clamps over my clit, his tongue a work of magic. I jerk from the sensation.
“Well, Vi, how does it make you feel?” he asks again, his voice vibrating over my clit most delightfully as he hooks my leg over his shoulder, bringing my core closer.
My fingers slide through his hair.
“Powerful, it makes me feel powerful,” I reply, my voice hoarse.
I’m rewarded by him hooking two fingers inside me, causing me to arch into his waiting mouth as he lavishes my clit in an expert fashion, causing a rush of slick heat to gush over his fingers, my arousal evident as he continues to taste me. I tug him closer, needing him to continue that thing he’s doing with his tongue, but it becomes even more explosive when he adds a third finger. He has me positively dripping.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss, gyrating against his face.
I cry out as a paroxysm of pleasure courses through me, my release so intense I see stars. I’m in a state of nirvana that I barely notice him rising to his feet, his fingers still hooked inside me, my walls pulsing around them until he pulls out but is quickly replaced by his thick cock.
He has one of my legs pinned against his thigh as he thrusts into me, hard and fast.
Rolling his hips, he hits me deep. Everything is already sensitive from my last orgasm, but my body sings to him like a siren, needing him to give me every damn inch.
And then an inferno ignites deep within a vortex of unbridled ecstasy as I have the most intense climax, soaking him in the process as he joins me, spilling his seed deep inside me.
ChapterForty-Two
NATHAN
Last night was explosive. I will never get bored of pulling pleasure from Violet. I carried her to the bathroom after she came. It was an aphrodisiac having her squirt for me, and the thought has my dick growing hard again. It doesn’t matter that I took her against the wall in the shower and then again in the bedroom. The only reason I’m not inside her now is because we didn’t stop until we were both sated and too exhausted to do anything else but pass out.
She’ll be the death of me in the best possible way.
“I love it when you smile like that. It’s one solely for me,” Violet whispers against my lips.
She cooked us both a fry-up for breakfast, or should I say lunch. We didn’t climb out of bed until past mid-day, and that was because nature called.
Otherwise, I’d happily remain with her naked body wrapped around me like a rope.
“Because it is, you make me happy,” I reply, grabbing her and pulling her onto my lap. Even though the word happy doesn’t even begin to cover it, I am so in love with this woman I can barely function.
