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“Because you feel so damn good, I don’t want to stop.”
A devilish twinkle in her brown eyes accompanied the sweep of her hand from his shoulders down across his ass.
“So don’t.”
“You have no idea how bad I want to, but I have a feeling you might be sore in the morning if we go another round.”
A sharp slap on his ass made him yelp. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl. I can decide whether I want another round or not.”
Kissing her on the forehead, he climbed off her. “I’ll be right back. Just going to get cleaned up.”
Dean ignored her pout and reached under her to pull the covers of the bed down. “Here, climb in. I don’t want you getting cold.”
Violet did as he asked, and he brought the blankets back up over her.
“Thanks,” she said.
She looks good in my bed.
The thought rushed through unbidden, and Dean shook his head as he turned his back on her. He didn’t need to be thinking like that, especially since he was still reeling from the amazing sex they’d just shared.
Disposing of the condom in the trash can, he couldn’t get Violet’s expression out of his mind. Lips parted and glistening. Her eyes closed, her neck arched, her skin flushed a rosy hue. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight, and he wanted to see it again.
And again. Hell, if he wasn’t careful, he was afraid he might become addicted to watching Violet come.
The point of this scenario is to not get addicted.
And he wouldn’t, not really. Just because their situation needed to be uncomplicated didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it.
Dean grabbed another condom from the box in the cupboard and as an afterthought brushed his teeth.
By the time he walked back into the room, he thought that Violet might be asleep. She was curled up on her side facing him, her eyes closed and the blanket rising slow and steady. The blue of the comforter set off her red hair, which was spread out over his pillow in a fiery tangle. Her pale skin was scraped raw from his whiskers, and he hated to admit it, but the visual mark of him on her got his motor running again.
He flipped off the bedroom light, and the beam from the hallway lit up the room enough that he could still watch her as he climbed under the covers. He slid his arm under her head and started to pull her toward him when she moved. Curling her body against him with her head on his shoulder, her eyes popped open.
“Finally ready for another go-round?”
Dean’s laugh turned into a choke as her hand slipped down and her long fingers wrapped around him, sliding up over the head of his length and back down slowly. She repeated the motion again, speeding up every time, and Dean closed his eyes, giving himself over to her ministrations until his hips started chasing her motions.
Finally, he grabbed her hand and stalled her. Using his other hand, he ripped open the second condom with his teeth just before she took the package from him and rolled the condom down his cock at a torturous speed.
“You done playing with me?” he groaned.
“Almost.” Her breathless whisper traveled up from under the blankets as she disappeared from view, and he felt the pressure of her mouth smoothing the latex down.
It was his breaking point.
He pulled her roughly up and over his body until they were nearly nose to nose. “You wanted another round?” Gripping his cock, he pushed into her until he was completely encased in her warmth and placed his hands over her thighs with a smile. “Then ride ’em, cowgirl.”
The smile that spread over Violet’s face was nothing short of breathtaking. She started to rock on him, and he used his hands to pull and push her back and forth as he listened to the hitches in her breath, waiting for them to dissolve into soft moans. And all the while, Dean watched her above him, her small, full breasts swaying with the flow of her body, her lashes fanned over the paleness of her cheeks. Every once in a while she would bite her lip, only to release it moments later, as if she couldn’t contain her pleasure.
Dean liked that. He didn’t want her contained. He wanted all of her, free and open with him.
As her motions started jerking and her rhythm faltered, Dean reached up and squeezed her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over the nipples until she broke, her orgasm a thing of beauty. Every sound, every move she made was like a sensual dance, and as she slowed, her hands covering his pecs, she opened those beautiful eyes, and a soft, mischievous smile tilted the corner of her lips.
“I want to ride again.”
Dean chuckled, caught up in this crazy girl who had taken him completely by surprise.
