Chapter 46 Violet
FORTY-SIX
VIOLET
NOVEMBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO
We got out of bed and I led Colton into his bathroom by his hand.
I settled us in front of the long mirror over the sinks.
Like he was accustomed to doing, Colton stood next to me rather than behind me.
I cupped his neck and kissed him, moving his hands where I needed them: on my ass, at my hips, squeezing my breasts.
I pulled out of our kiss and looked up into the eyes of the man who had always protected me, always had my best interest at heart. “I’m ready.”
His brows creased. “Ready for what?”
I turned to face the mirror and nudged him to stand behind me. I braced my hands on the counter and bent forward, offering myself to him. Colton swallowed hard. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “I’ll be able to see you in the mirror.”
His jaw twitched. “You won’t leave? Even if you get scared?”
I shook my head. “There’s no one I trust more than you.”
His breath was slow and shaky, like he was trying to stay calm. “This isn’t in a book.”
“I don’t need a book for this.” I met his eyes in the mirror. “I love you, Colton.”
Timidly, his arms snaked around my waist. He dipped his head to kiss my shoulder. “We’ll go slow. Same as in the bed. Put my hands where you want them. Show me how you want to be touched.”
With my eyes on his in our reflection, I placed my hands over his.
I guided one up to my breast, squeezing his hand until he gripped it.
I dragged his other hand to my pussy, encouraging him to rub around my clit.
I ground my ass back against him until we were in a rhythm of skin on skin, similar to our spooning in the bed but now standing.
The view in the mirror was sensual and erotic, our bodies moving together, absorbed in each other. “I want you inside me.”
“Take me,” he said. “You want to put it in?”
I gripped Colt’s length between my legs, coating it in my wetness.
Colt groaned as I did, then breathed out hard when I notched him at my entrance.
His breath against my back brought up a nasty memory, and I clutched his hands to my stomach.
I stood up straighter, letting my shoulders rest against his chest.
“You’re safe, baby. Do you want me to back out?”
I shook my head. “Stay in. It was your breath on my back.”
He held me awkwardly, trying to get a feel for what I needed. He was only an inch or two inside me, but moved his face so he breathed over my shoulder rather than on my back. “Is this better?”
“Yes.”
This was Colton. This wasn’t anyone else. This was someone who loved me. I clenched and relaxed around him, then backed my hips into his, letting his fullness overtake me.
I’d had sex with him just one day earlier, but there was a special intensity about this. This was the thing I hadn’t been able to do for so many years. The thing that scarred me. Drove us apart. Almost ruined us. The darkened room appeared behind my eyelids, and I fought the flash of panic.
“Stay here with me, baby,” Colt said gently. “You’re in charge. We can stop whenever you want.” He barred his arm across my body to hold my hip. “I’ve got you.”
My breathing quickened as my mind battled the sensation. I searched for mental mooring, for something to steady me. Colton kissed my temple, hands securely holding me. “You’re safe, Vi.”
I softened at his words and relaxed into his arms. “Say it again,” I begged.
“You’re safe, baby. You’re loved. You’re always safe with me.”
I guided his hands to my breasts, cupping both. I sank onto him, deeper, deeper, until I was fully seated.
“Squeeze,” I begged. His hands tightened on my breasts and his lips pressed to my temple again. We looked so good in the mirror. I looked strong and powerful, and Colt wore an expression of complete adoration. Pleasure surged as he watched me, and I watched us.
“I love you so much, Violet. I want you to feel good. I’m going to move unless you stop me, but I’ll go slow.”
The first push was slightly painful, probably from where I tensed up around him. Then my eyes met his in the mirror, blue on blue, and for the first time, I savored his slow thrust inside me. I put my head back against his chest and moaned.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed under my ear. One hand remained on my breast, while the other laced with my fingers on the counter. I touched myself while he slowly pulsed in and out of me. I lost myself to the sensations, perhaps too much, because Colton said, “Breathe, baby.”
I opened my eyes to find my chest flushed like I, indeed, had not been breathing. I licked my lips and, bending more forward, pressed my hips back into him. “Fuck,” I sighed.
“There you go, baby. Take what you want. You can drive.”
I brought his hands back to my breasts for leverage and slapped my ass back against him, over and over. The fear flashed through me for a second, but I grounded myself with his eyes in the mirror, his familiar scent, his breath on my shoulder, his groans and moans that I knew so well.
“You look beautiful.”
“Rub my clit,” I begged. “Make me feel good.”
His lips met my temple again and he watched my face as his hand started to work on me. “You want me to take the lead again?”
I nodded. “Fuck me. Please.”
Colton’s pace doubled, but he still wasn’t pounding me. I spread my legs wider and leaned more forward, his fingers on my clit getting me closer and closer to the edge.
“You should be so fuckin’ proud of yourself,” he rasped in my ear.
I grinned, meeting his gaze over my shoulder. “Because I take you so good?”
Colt wrinkled his nose with his signature laugh. “Yeah, baby. You were made for me.”
We kissed over my shoulder, languid and sloppy. I moved his hand so he could squish my breasts together, or as well as they would, pressing his fingertips into my nipples.
“Faster,” I groaned against his lips.
Colt picked up the pace. “Look at yourself, Violet. Look how gorgeous you are.”
In the mirror, I had quite the sight: my body jolting against each thrust, his big hands on my body, forearms flexing as he rubbed me. I stepped my feet wider, relishing in his balls slapping my clit.
“Vi, your ass. Fuck. I’m close.”
I put my hand over his and rubbed faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, my voice going higher with each word.
“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how you own what’s yours.”
I reached a hand back to clutch the side of his neck. “You’re mine, Colton.”
“All yours, baby. You’ve always had me.”
With a couple of hard slams back against him, my mouth dropped open and I pulsed around him. Pleasure, his lips, his words, everything in my body tightening and releasing.
I gripped my own breast, and Colt put his hand over mine. Rutting into me once more, with one hand on my breast and the other clawing my stomach, Colt shuddered and came undone.
“Look at us,” I cried, my orgasm still throbbing along with his.
His arms wrapped tight around me as I fell back against his chest. “Fucking perfect.” He kissed my temple. “You did so good.”
I smiled, and in the mirror I could see how genuinely happy I was. The man behind me, in me, around me, gave me a love so overwhelming, so safe, that I didn’t know how to contain myself. “I love you.”
Colt peppered kisses from my cheek down my neck. “I’ve been loving you.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. “It’s not a contest.”
He pursed his lips. “That sucks, because if it was, I’d win.”
I slapped his pec over my shoulder. On some relieved giggles and with a hand on my hip, Colt pulled out of me. I braced my hands on the sink, watching Colton’s release running down my inner thighs. “You like that?”
“It’s pretty hot. I look hot like this,” I said, seeing myself in a new light.
I looked used: chest splotchy, lips red, cheeks flushed, streaky spots where Colton’s hands dragged across my body, his cum on my thighs.
But it wasn’t degrading. It was fucking sexy.
I took what I wanted, and after I spent some time getting comfortable, I fucking loved it.
Every mark, every streak, was a sign of Colt’s love, of the fiery desire between us.
He turned me around and propped me on the sink, grabbing a warm washcloth to clean me up.
“You’re wiping it away?” I asked. “Not pushing it in?”
With a devilish grin, Colton gathered his release in his fingers, then slid them inside me. “You dirty girl.”
I shrugged. “How else am I supposed to have quadruplets?”
Colt’s eyes flashed up to mine before returning to watching his hands on me. “It’s a good thing you’re into spanking now.”
“Why?” I asked.
He kissed under my ear, then gritted out his next words. “Because now I can punish you when you’re bad.”
His palm cracked against my ass and I squealed. He chased me into the bedroom, where we had an intense race of him trying to catch me to pin me down and spank me. I hadn’t laughed that hard in far, far too long, kicking my feet and squealing when he finally delivered the promised spanks.
When Colt and I settled back into his bed to go to sleep, I gasped. “Those Frosties are totally melted now.”
Colton wound himself around me. “Know what, baby? I’ll buy you a replacement every day as long as we live.”
“That is so sweet, and romantic, and completely on brand for you, but also can you go get the burgers? I’m starving.”
“Fine.” With an exaggerated huff, Colton rolled out of bed to get our abandoned bag of food, the tattoo of which I watched on his butt cheek as he walked away.
A picture he got for me.