Chapter 45 Violet #2
I started to shake, but Colt didn’t let up until I was a mess of nonsense sounds, his name, and cussing. As I crested the peak, I looked down to find his eyes wide and nothing short of awe-struck. He finished with a long suck over my entire slit, cleaning me up with his mouth.
“That was insane,” I managed, and he looked like he was in a trance, licking his lips.
I reached behind me to stroke him and he hissed. “Not yet. I’m too turned on right now. I want to save it.”
I lifted off his chest and lay down beside him. He turned on his side to gaze into my eyes. I put a gentle hand on his waist and observed the mess I’d made: around his mouth, all down his neck, even on his chest. I leaned forward and kissed his chest, then placed my hand on his heart.
“I’m so in love with you,” he said.
I laced our hands together. “I think maybe that wins the romantic prize.” Colt’s husky laugh puffed against my lips until he kissed me. “I think I’m pretty in love with you too. I’m a mess for you.”
He grinned and tipped his chin to look at his chest, still wet from my arousal. “You made a mess of me.”
I smiled. “You let me be messy with you, in all the ways. You don’t know how much I’ve needed that. Needed you.”
“You don’t even know the half of it, Violet.” Colton tugged me into a tight hug and I kissed his neck. Our kissing started up again, his cock pressing against my abdomen, and my mind pushed for something I’d never been able to have.
I pushed away from Colton and gazed into his eyes. “I want to try something.”
“Yeah. Anything.”
With a soft kiss to his lips, I stitched our top hands together where we lay on our sides. “I might get scared.”
Colt’s eyes softened. “I’ll be right here. What do you want me to do if you get scared?”
“Just be you.”
A tiny smile turned his lips up. “I can do that. Guide me where you want me.”
Slowly, I shifted to my back and Colt stayed on his side, head in his hand and propped on his elbow. I put our joined hands on my stomach. “Touch me.”
Colton dragged light fingers over my stomach, slow circles combing from just below my breasts to just above my pussy. “Is that good?”
“Yes.”
Colt’s eyes followed the movements of his fingers as they drifted higher, tickling over my nipples. I closed my eyes and arched up, encouraging him to take more. “You’re so beautiful, Violet.”
His palm cupped my breast and his mouth lowered to work my nipple, loving and treasuring. When he pulled away, I met his eyes. “I’m going to turn over.”
Colt nodded. “I’m right here.”
I flipped to my opposite side, facing away from Colton and moving my hair back behind me. Colt caressed my hair, helping me arrange it. I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at my backside. This was serious, but I had to bring some levity to the situation. “Nice view?”
His hand landed on my waist. “You could say that.”
Our eyes met and I twined my bottom hand with his across my stomach. “Will you spoon me?”
“Yeah. I’m hard, though.”
I snorted softly with a smirk. “Good.”
Colt’s warm skin pushed into my back, his knees aligning behind mine and his breath puffing onto my shoulder. I closed my eyes, focusing on each aspect of how he felt against me. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Still settling into it,” I said.
Colt brushed my hair away from my shoulders and pressed a kiss under my ear. “I’m right here. Do you want to breathe with me?”
I was doing it. I was letting myself be touched in a way that previously scared me.
I couldn’t fully see him, but I used my other senses to feel him: his scent, his skin, the sound of his voice.
Without a word, I followed his exaggerated inhales and exhales.
He kissed under my ear again and whispered, “You’re doing so well, Violet. ”
I nodded. “I’m doing it.”
“You’re doing it,” he said.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this snuggle this whole time.”
He chuckled. “It’s a good one. I get to touch you as many places as possible.”
I bit my lip. “How do you really want to touch me?”
A sweet kiss met my shoulder. “However makes you comfortable, baby.”
“No, but . . . what do you want to do to me?”
A choked sound left his throat. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
I flattened my shoulders to the pillow so I could look at him more fully. “If I’ve learned anything from our book stuff, it’s that it’s really hot when we do what you like, when I feel you lose control.”
He folded his lips between his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” I assured him. “Not this time.”
Colt’s cautious eyes passed over my face. He dipped to kiss me, a slow exploration of my lips.
“Touch me,” I whispered. “Please.”
Colton nudged me into place: shifting us to our sides, my body tucked tight into his, his hand holding my top hip, his erection wedged between my cheeks. “This okay?”
“Yeah,” I whimpered.
“I’m going to move,” he said.
I nodded. “Do exactly what you want to me.”
Colton inhaled slowly and his hips curled away from me, then back in. His arm draped across my body to hold my bottom hip. We were closer together now, impossibly close. He guided my hips to move with his until I picked up the movement. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” I breathed. “Keep going.”
Together we rocked back and forth, his tip pressing wetness against my lower back while his cock stayed lodged against my ass.
This was what I had been missing: the security of Colton, moving with me, grinding and moaning. It was him: my Colton, taking what he wanted from me. And I was happy to give it.
“You feel so good, Violet. Can I touch you?”
I guided his hand between my legs, and Colt groaned when his fingertips met my wet slit. He stiffened when I dragged his hand away. “You alright?”
I didn’t respond with words, but pulled his fingers to my lips. I sucked my own wetness off his fingertips and he rolled his hips harder. “Fuck, Violet.”
With a few more thrusts, I felt ready. This felt good—amazing even. I was ready for the big step, but I couldn’t do it exactly this way. I sat up on my elbow. “Come with me.”