CHAPTER 34
“We were right: arguing is great foreplay,” Violet said, and she was finally naked and on top of Stella, who had her hand between Violet’s legs.
Stella was stroking her as Violet moved her hips, and it was near perfect, but she wanted something more.
“Babe, bed,” she said.
“What? No, I’m already close,” Violet replied before she kissed her hard.
“Vi…”
Stella stopped stroking and pulled her mouth away.
“Is something wrong?” Violet asked, looking concerned.
“No, I just… This is the first time since we got together, and we’ve always had fast. I want slow. Is that okay?”
Violet smiled down at her softly and replied, “Yes, it’s more than okay. I wanted to take those clothes off you slowly anyway, remember?”
Violet kissed her gently and stood up. Stella stared for a moment, and she regretted instantly that she’d suggested they stop and take things slowly as much as she knew that that was what she wanted and possibly what they both needed.
“Come on, stud,” Violet added with a little laugh and held out her hand for Stella to take.
“Oh, I’m a stud now?”
“You are when you wear that outfit. Where’s the hat?”
Violet wrapped her arms around Stella’s neck when she stood.
“I’m skipping the hat tonight, and I’ll be pressing you against that wall before we walk back to my bedroom.”
Stella moved Violet to the wall next to the hallway.
“You have a thing for walls, huh?” Violet teased.
“I have a thing for you being up against them specifically,” Stella replied and then kissed Violet’s neck and ran her tongue up to her earlobe.
“You feel so good,” Violet said as she unbuttoned Stella’s vest, and soon, it, as well as the silly fake pocket watch, were shoved off her shoulders, landing on the floor.
“What happened to undressing me slowly?” she asked before she kissed Violet deeply.
“It’s just the vest. I’ll take my time with everything else.”
Stella kissed Violet again before she gripped her by the hips, moved them into the hall, and turned Violet around in her arms. She ended up behind her, kissing Violet’s neck and massaging her breasts as they walked down toward the room and then, into it.
“Where are the candles?” Violet joked.
“In the drawer they came from in the first place.”
“Should we pull them back out and put on some soft, romantic music? Maybe you have a playlist?”
“No,” she replied, moving them to the bed, where she gave Violet a light shove. Violet laughed and moved further on the bed until her head hit the pillow, so Stella stood there and asked, “What about undressing me?”
“Can you undress for me?”
“I thought–”
“Another time, babe. Put the suspenders back up after you take off your shirt.”
“Really?”
“For a minute. Not forever.”
Stella chuckled and reached for the button and zipper on her jeans.
Once they were undone, she untucked her shirt, unbuttoned it, and lowered the suspenders.
Then, she slowly removed her shirt and held it out in her arm before she let it fall to the floor.
Violet smirked up at her, and Stella watched her as she moved her own hand between her legs, which she was spreading wider and wider.
“Babe!”
“What? You’re hot. I can’t get a little head start?” Violet asked while she slowly circled her fingers around her clit.
“Fuck,” Stella let out and went to move onto the bed, but Violet held up her index finger on her other hand.
“Pull up the suspenders.”
Stella grunted impatiently but obeyed. The suspenders were up, but her pants were undone, so she decided that two could play this game. She lifted and lowered her eyebrows and moved her hand inside her underwear.
“Oh,” Violet said.
“Want to know how wet I am?”
“Yes,” Violet whispered.
Stella licked her lips and replied, “I’m soaked.”
“Me too.”
Stella looked down and said, “I can tell.”
“And do you want to taste?”
“Yes,” she whispered this time as her fingers picked up speed.
“Then, stop.”
“I don’t–”
“Stella, stop.”
Grunting a second time, Stella pulled out her hand.
Violet then stopped stroking, too, and moved until she was on all fours, facing her.
Stella got closer to the bed and waited to see what Violet would do next.
Violet crawled the short distance toward her and licked one of Stella’s nipples through the suspender.
“Shit,” Stella said.
“Your nipple seemed to like that.”
“God… Will you suck it?”
“Yes,” Violet said and pushed the suspender aside before she sucked on Stella’s nipple.
“Yes, baby,” she encouraged as her hand moved to the back of Violet’s head, and she lowered the other suspender so that she could nudge Violet’s head to that nipple, making Violet chuckle before she sucked it into her mouth. “I take it back: I don’t want slow.”
Violet let Stella’s nipple go with an exaggerated pop, sat back on her heels, and as her hands went to Stella’s jeans, she said, “Off.”
“Yeah? No more slow?” Stella asked.
“More? We haven’t even gone slow yet.” Violet laughed. “Just start by taking these jeans off.”
Stella backed up, pulled off the remainder of her clothing, and looked at Violet, who was, again, moving back on the bed.
“Make love to me?” Violet asked.
Stella gave her a soft smile and a nod before she moved on top of her.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Violet asked after she wrapped her arms around Stella’s neck.
“Definitely,” she replied.
They stayed like that for a while, kissing and letting their tongues dance together, and Stella held herself above Violet, trying to prevent her hips from rolling down into her because she really did want slow with her, and once the rolling started, she knew it wouldn’t be stopping.
Her lips moved to Violet’s neck after a few minutes, and she nipped, licked, and sucked while she listened to Violet’s soft sounds fill the room.
Touching her slowly like this, something she had never thought she would get to do, felt so perfect to Stella that she thought back to their days in college and wondered back to Violet’s question about what might have happened between them had they met under different circumstances.
Had Stella been able to knock the chip off her own shoulder and had Violet been ready to tell her parents that she wanted to make her own path in life, they might have ended up here a decade faster, but Stella knew neither of them had been ready for that back then. Now, though, they might be.
“That’s good,” Violet whispered when she sucked on her nipple.
Stella made it form a hard peak in her mouth prior to letting it go, and she watched it remain hardened like that as she slowly dragged her index finger around it before going in for more.
She repeated the same actions on the other nipple and then moved her lips down Violet’s body, loving the feel of the soft skin as goosebumps formed after her warm mouth pressed against it.
Stella let her lips travel down wherever they wanted, and they eventually landed between Violet’s legs, but only to suck and kiss on Violet’s inner thighs.
“Slow,” she reminded as Violet squirmed beneath her, clearly ready for more.
“Still?”
Stella laughed silently and moved back up Violet’s body, slowly kissing her skin as she went. When she settled her hips between Violet’s spread legs, she kissed Violet again and then finally began to roll them down into her.
“Yes,” Violet said between kisses. “Touch me. It’s been too long.”
‘Maybe about ten years too long,’ Stella thought to herself as she lowered her hand and placed it between Violet’s legs, searching for what she knew Violet wanted.
She stroked Violet’s clit and kissed her through her first orgasm, which came quickly because Violet had already been so close when they’d been on the couch.
Then, she slid her fingers inside her moments later, causing Violet to gasp and nod rapidly.
Stella kissed her neck and slowly pushed in and pulled out, letting Violet’s orgasm build this time.
Violet held on to her tightly, but Stella managed to place her center over Violet’s thigh and began to rock, pressing down to give herself some relief.
“Yes, baby,” Violet encouraged. “God, you’re so wet.”
“All for you,” she whispered and sucked on Violet’s earlobe.
She continued to build Violet up as she moved against Violet’s strong thigh, and when Violet begged her for faster, she gave it to her, flicking inside her while she let her thumb graze over Violet’s hard clit. Violet’s hips began to rise and fall, and Stella could barely hang on, she was so close.
“Stella… Please, baby.”
Stella knew what she wanted, so she pushed in deep and began to focus solely on Violet’s orgasm.
She thrust hard and fast while Violet held on for the ride, and when she came in Stella’s ear moments later, Stella smiled and thought about how she could see it all.
The plaque on the wall. Violet in her office.
Maybe an office for Stella, too. It was far too early for all of that, but it was the first time that Stella had ever even allowed herself to consider taking those steps with a woman, and she’d never thought she’d be thinking about taking them with Violet Russell.
“Are you close?” Violet asked, bringing her attention back to the present.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Tell me. It’s yours.” Violet pulled Stella’s face to her own and kissed her hard. “God, Stella, it’s yours. Whatever you want.”
“You,” she replied.
“How?”
“Your fingers. Now.”
Violet pushed her legs together, and Stella shifted until she was straddling her.
Seconds later, Violet’s hand was between her legs, and Stella was the one who positioned herself to slip onto Violet’s fingers.
Then, she lowered herself, put a hand on either side of Violet’s head, and rocked down into Violet’s palm that pressed to her clit in the best way while she kissed her.
It didn’t take long. Soon, Stella was coming and moaning into their messy kiss.