Chapter 31 You owe me orgasms #2
With her head resting against the doorframe, her eyes open slowly. They move over my chest, unhidden, taking in every inch. I love that she doesn’t hide the way she looks at me, like she wants me just as much. And just like always, it’s as if she hears the thoughts I never say out loud.
“Fuck, Night… you’re so hot.”
There’s something intoxicating about the way Violet, who rarely swears, loses that restraint around me.
“Right back at you, Purple,” I sign.
Her eyes flare, something fierce and bright igniting in them as her gaze drops to my chest one more time before she reaches for the hem of her T-shirt, pulls it over her head, and lets it fall between us.
The sight of her hits me all at once.
Her nipples press against the fabric of her bra, the same purple bra I held in my hands that day I was helping her.
“I imagined how it would look on you.”
She tilts her head slightly, her gaze locking on to mine. “And how does it?”
My heart skips a beat, my eyes tracing her again, slower this time, committing every detail to memory.
“Perfect.”
I’ve always wondered how my first time would go when I finally had sex, and the longer it didn’t happen, the more I worried. If I hesitated or came too soon, I wouldn’t even be able to chalk my incompetence up to teenage hormones.
But like everything else with Violet, I don’t feel incompetent at all.
If anything, I feel like I’m the only one who can give her what she needs. That’s what this woman does to me.
“Ro…” she whimpers, and I grab her waist.
She wraps her legs around me, and a strained moan escapes her.
Violet moves against me, again and again, but after a few seconds, she groans in frustration.
No, we are not having that. Today, I want her to feel many things, but frustrated definitely isn’t one of them.
I carry her to the couch, the same place that has witnessed so many moments between us. And now, one more.
Violet’s hands, her purple-painted nails, drag across my chest.
Fuck.
I ball my fists at my sides.
“Since I saw you without your shirt for the first time in the kitchen, I haven’t been able to stop imagining how you would feel.”
My dick is in pain, needing space and friction.
“And how do I feel?” I sign, my fingers moving fast and impatient.
“Exactly like I imagined. Sexy and soft. Masculine and caring. A perfect juxtaposition.”
“If you don’t stop, I might just come in my pants.”
“Not a chance.” Her eyes hold mine. “Your first time is going to be inside me.”
A surprised slow, amused smile tugs at my lips.
“I’m a virgin, Purple. Not a hermit. I haven’t had sex, but I have taken care of myself. Quite a lot in the last weeks, if I’m being honest.”
“You touched yourself thinking about me?” Her brows lift.
I roll my tongue against the inside of my cheek. I hadn’t planned on admitting that, but with her… I rarely have control over what I reveal.
“You didn’t?” I sign.
“I just got my sling off a few days ago,” she says, pouting slightly. “I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. And I really wanted to.” Heat returns in her expression as she presses her sex once again against me. “When was the first time?”
Good God.
“The night I left your room… after holding that bra. When you told me you’d only be wearing sexy lingerie like that in my house.”
My thumb traces the outline of her nipple, and she arches into me.
“So while I was struggling to shower”—her voice dips—“you were jerking off to thoughts of me?”
There’s something intoxicating about the way she looks at me now. Eyes dark, pupils blown, completely unguarded.
I exhale slowly. I can’t believe we’re having a conversation like this… half naked and fully turned on.
“You owe me,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine. “Orgasms, Night.”
My grip tightens on her before I pull away to sign. “Whatever you need, baby.”
Her hands slide down my stomach, and my muscles tighten on instinct beneath her touch. Her fingers reach my belt and she unfastens it with an ease that sends another sharp wave of heat through me.
“For starters,” she murmurs, “why don’t you get both of us naked?”
The front clasp is a thing of beauty. Her purple bra falls open, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.
“God. You’re so damn beautiful.”
I lean into her, and her fingers curl around the back of my neck, guiding me closer, like she doesn’t want even an inch of distance between us.
I take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue before sucking on her flesh.
When I give a gentle bite, a whimper leaves her mouth.
She rubs herself against me. As I move from one breast to the other, I make quick work of pushing down her pajama bottoms. The practical clothes she chose prove quite effective, even for me.
When I pull back slightly, my gaze drops, and the sight of matching purple silk, wet between her legs, nearly steals whatever control I have left.
“Now your turn.” Violet’s gaze flicks toward my pants, and they’re on the ground in the next second.
“Do it now… what you couldn’t before with the sling.”
Her eyes widen, as if the request surprises her. But now that it’s there, now that I’ve imagined it, I can’t wait to see how Violet gets off.
When she hesitates, I lift my hands. “Please.”
I told her before that I’m not above begging when it comes to her, and I meant it.
I start to lower myself, ready to ask again, when her hand over the purple silk stills me.
Every second feels longer than the last as she pushes her panties down to reveal herself with a confidence that leaves me completely undone.
Jesus.
My fists tighten around the edge of the couch, gripping it like a lifeline, holding myself back so I don’t just lose it. Like she said… tonight, I want to come inside her, with her. I’ve waited too long for this.
“You’re beautiful everywhere, Purple. It almost feels unreal… like something out of my imagination.”
“You imagined me naked enough, Night,” she murmurs.
A slow grin pulls at my lips. “Now I want to know how accurate my imagination was. Show me.”
“You want me to touch myself?” she asks softly, a hint of uncertainty slipping into her voice.
I nod.
“You don’t want to do that yourself?”
She misunderstands the hesitation in my eyes.
“I want to touch you, lick you, suck you. I want to spread you, see every inch of you, and bury my face in you. I want to feel every part of you. I want to learn what makes you squirm, what makes you hitch, and what makes you come so hard like you never came before.”
She stills, but I don’t look away.
“But tonight… just this once… I want to see how you pleasure yourself. The way only you know how to, because once I have you fully, there’s no going back. After tonight, every time you need relief, you come to me, baby. Always.”
“Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
A sincere smile pulls on my lips. “That’s what you do to me. You make me feel like I’m the only man for you.”
Her expression softens. “You are the only man for me.”
I take her hand, guiding it back over her sex. I’m about to let go, when her fingers curl around mine. And then, she guides both our hands together.
Fuck.
My fingers slide beneath hers, opening her lips, learning, feeling the way her body responds.
She trembles and my throat tightens in awe. Possessiveness roars inside me—to feel her, to taste her, to make her lose herself.
“This feels different,” she whispers. I lift my gaze to find her biting her bottom lip. “I mean, it feels more intense. Knowing you’re here…” she exhales shakily. “It makes everything hotter.”
I want to tell her I feel it too, that just watching her like this is enough to undo me, but I can’t bring myself to pull my hand away. Especially when she’s moving my fingers like that.
So instead, I palm her core, focus on her clit, applying pressure and flicking it. I pay attention to every shift in her breathing, every tremor, and every small sound she tries and fails to hold back. I notice what makes her soft, what makes her tense, what makes her come undone piece by piece.
As if getting Violet off is an exam, I want to ace it.
“Make me come, Rowan… please…”
Fuck.
Everything about this moment feels too foreign, too consuming, and still, not enough.
My finger glides into her wet heat, and a pained breath slips out of me. She looks down briefly, acknowledging the sound, but the next second her head once again falls back against the couch.
With one hand, I squeeze my cock through the thin fabric of my boxers, applying pressure so I don’t explode. My control is hanging by a thread, but I refuse to rush. This is about her, not me. About giving her something she won’t forget.
I lean forward, exhaling against her core, and her body responds. Violet arches, telling me she’s close.
I finally get my first taste of her.
“Wow… please don’t take this the wrong way, Night, but you are a total surprise.”
My lips curve, but instead of answering, I let my actions speak.
My mouth works relentlessly. I memorize her every reaction, her every sound. Her legs tighten around me as her fingers grab my hair, holding on tight. I welcome the pain.
“Crap, Ro—” Her voice breaks as she pushes herself against my mouth.
I know I’m wearing the biggest smile as my hands dig against her hips, probably leaving marks, which I’d love to see tomorrow.
When Violet comes, it’s a beautiful sight.
Her skin flushes. A sheen of sweat coats her forehead, her purple highlights sticking against her skin.
Her bottom lip reddens by how much she’s bitten it in an attempt to contain her cries.
Her nipples stand proud. Her stomach dips and her sex is slick from her release and my mouth.
Witnessing Violet’s first orgasm of the night—one of many she says I owe her—feels overwhelming in the best way.