Chapter 11
This is Worship
William
The lights cut out with a decisive click.
"Shit," I mutter against Violet's neck. The sudden darkness is absolute, complete.
"Power outage?" She sounds different in the dark—closer somehow, more intimate.
"Storm must have knocked down a line."
I shift my weight, careful not to crush her beneath me. Without sight, every other sense sharpens instantly. The scent of her perfume fills my nostrils, the silk of her blouse whispering against my skin as she moves.
A flash of lightning momentarily illuminates the room, painting Violet's face in stark white light before plunging us back into darkness. I catch the gleam of her eyes, the curve of her smile.
"I should have candles somewhere."
"Don't you dare move," she commands, legs tightening around my waist. Her hand finds my face in the darkness, thumb brushing over my lips. "I like this."
The rain intensifies, drumming against the windows like impatient fingers. Another lightning flash, closer this time, followed almost immediately by a crack of thunder that rattles the old farmhouse windows.
Violet stills her hands momentarily. Darkness shrouds her features, hiding her reaction. The vulnerability is terrifying. Exhilarating.
I kiss her deeply, pouring everything I can't say into the pressure of my lips against hers.
Managing to find the remaining buttons of her blouse, I work them free by touch alone.
The silk parts beneath my fingers reveal warm skin.
I trace the contours of her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, every place that makes her breath catch.
"You're trembling," I whisper, the subtle quiver beneath her skin proof of her own vulnerability.
"Am I?" She sounds surprised, unguarded in a way she rarely allows herself to be.
The clasp of her bra was easy to find, and I swiftly unhook it. I slide the straps down her arms, tossing it aside. In the darkness, her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, thumbs circling her nipples until they harden under my touch. Her sharp gasp is music to my ears.
"Beautiful," I murmur, lowering my head to replace fingers with lips. "So fucking beautiful."
"You can't even see me," she points out, voice hitching as I take one nipple between my teeth.
"Don't need to." I trace the underside of her breast with my tongue. "I know every inch of you. Could map you blindfolded."
Her laugh dissolves into a moan as I suck harder. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me against her. The storm provides a soundtrack to our movements—thunder rolling as I work my way down her body, lightning flashing as I pull her skirt down around her ankles.
The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I trail her inner thigh with my tongue, moving slowly upward.
I hook my fingers into her panties, sliding them down her legs with agonizing slowness. I want to savor this—savor her—in ways I never have before.
"William," she breathes, impatient now. Another flash of lightning exposes her playing with her breasts.
I smile against her skin. "Something you want?"
"Don't tease." The command loses some authority when her voice breaks on the second word.
"But I'm so good at it." I place a soft kiss just shy of where she wants me. "And you deserve to be teased. After all those raccoon jokes."
I press a kiss to her hipbone and add, "Patience, we have all night."
"The power could come back any minute," she argues, squirming beneath me.
I laugh against her skin. "Then we'd better make the most of the darkness."
I part her thighs wider, settling comfortably between them.
The first broad stroke of my tongue against her pussy pulls a sound from her throat I've never heard before—something between a gasp and a sob.
She grips my shoulders, nails digging in as I continue, alternating between firm strokes and gentle circles.
I know her body well enough to recognize when she's close—the tension in her thighs, the change in her breathing. Tonight, however, just as she teeters on the edge, I pull back, pressing kisses to her inner thighs instead.
"What—" She sounds dazed, confused. "Why did you stop?"
"Not stopping," I murmur against her heated skin. "Just slowing down."
She makes a frustrated sound that turns into a moan as I return to her cunt, building her up again with agonizing precision. And just as she's about to come, I pull back again, relishing her frustrated whimper.
"William," she gasps, body arching. "What are you doing to me?"
"Learning you," I whisper against her thigh. "In the dark. With no distractions."
Her breathing is ragged, chest heaving with each inhale underneath me. "This is torture."
"This is worship," I correct, kissing my way back up to her core. "And you deserve every second of it."
Her frustration, her need, it’s palpable and sends heat pulsing through me.
I've never denied her like this before; we're usually too desperate for each other, racing toward release.
But tonight, in this storm-wrapped darkness, I want more.
I want pleasure, but also to give her all the pleasure in the world.
I slide my hands beneath her, lifting her hips slightly as I return to her delicious pussy.
This time, I'm relentless, my tongue circling her clit with unwavering focus.
Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, hands fisting my hair almost painfully.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them forward to find that spot that makes her—
"Oh god," she cries out, her entire body tensing. "William, I'm—"
I don't stop this time, working her through the waves of her orgasm as she pulses around my fingers. The sound she makes—my name mixed with something primal and desperate—nearly undoes me. I could listen to that sound forever and never tire of it.
I keep going, drawing out her pleasure until she's gasping, hands pushing weakly at my head.
"Too much," she breathes. "I can't—"
When the last tremor subsides, I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh and move up her body. Lightning flashes, illuminating her face for a brief moment—eyes closed, lips parted, expression one of complete surrender. Something fierce and possessive roars through me at the sight.
"You're incredible," I whisper, finding her mouth in the darkness. She kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.
"That was..." She pauses, seeming to search for words. "Different."
I smile against her mouth. "In a good way?"
She slides her hands down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. "In a very good way." She works the button free, dragging the zipper down with tantalizing slowness. "Though I might need to return the favor—I’m starving."
I capture her wrist, bringing her hand to my lips. "Later," I promise, kissing each fingertip. "Right now, I just want to be inside you."
Her sharp intake of breath is the only answer I need. I shed my remaining clothes, guided by touch and memory in the darkness. Violet's hands find my throbbing cock, stroking it firmly, drawing a groan from deep in my chest.
"Condom," she reminds me—always the practical one even when breathless with desire.
I reach for the bedside drawer, finding what we need by feel alone. She takes it from me, rolling it down my cock in one go. The touch of her hands nearly undoes me.
I position myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock pressing against her soaking wet pussy.
Even in the darkness, I sense her eyes on me, intense and wanting.
I push forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me.
The sensation is exquisite—hot, tight, perfect.
I have to pause halfway, resting my forehead against hers, fighting for control.
"You feel heavenly," I whisper, voice strained. "Always so perfect for me."
Her hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. "Move," she commands, hips lifting to take me deeper. "Please, Will."
I withdraw slowly before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm that has us both gasping. The darkness heightens everything—each sensation magnified without visual distraction. This must be what heaven feels like.
"I love how you feel," I murmur against her neck. The darkness makes me brave, makes me honest. "Love how you respond to me. Greedy for my cock."
Her back arches as I shift angles, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. "Right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."
I maintain the pace, her pussy tightening around me with each thrust. My control is slipping, the need to claim her, to mark her as mine, becoming overwhelming. I slide one hand between us, finding her clit, teasing it.
"Look at me, Violet. Come for me again," I urge, slowly circling her clit. "Let me feel you."
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she tenses beneath me. "William," she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips. "I'm close."
"I know, baby," I whisper, increasing the pressure of my fingers. "Let go. I've got you."
She shatters around me, her perfect pussy squeezing my cock as she cries out my name. The sound, combined with the tight grip on me, makes my orgasm come faster than I wanted. My rhythm falters with pleasure so intense, it borders on pain, and I slump on top of her.
"Violet," I groan, burying my face in her neck as I empty myself inside her. "Christ, Violet.”
For a few minutes we remain locked together, trembling and breathless. The storm continues outside, but it seems distant now, separate from the warm and sweaty cocoon we've created. I roll to the side, taking her with me, unwilling to break our connection just yet.
We lie tangled together, hearts racing, breath mingling. Violet strokes her fingers lazily up and down my back, tracing patterns I can't decipher.
"That was… too damn sexy," she trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
I press a kiss to her temple. "Yeah," I agree, understanding perfectly what she can't articulate. "Fuck, I’m going to be sore tomorrow."