Chapter 6
6
JOSIAH
V iolet’s eyes were wide as saucers before I even got my zipper down. I considered slowing my roll. I didn’t want to scare her off, after all. But I couldn’t seem to stop things once they were in motion.
My fingers swiftly lowered my zipper, and I hitched a thumb under each side of my jeans and underwear. I didn’t take my eyes off her as my cock sprang out, ready for her touch. But first, she’d have to get past her surprise at what she was seeing.
“It’s huge,” she said.
“Thanks.”
I frowned. Was that the right answer? I guess I couldn’t really take credit for it.
My pants hadn’t even made it all the way down. I’d stopped at mid-thigh, and I figured that was as much as I should expose her to at once.
But she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft, licking her lips as she began stroking. If the lip-licking was a sign she wanted to take me in her mouth, I certainly wouldn’t stop her. Not unless it was to keep myself from coming all over her.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
I closed my eyes and nodded. Of course, it felt good.
“You want to see how it feels?” I asked, staring down at her. “Turn around and I’ll show you.”
Her eyes widened again, but she did exactly as commanded. She turned, facing the wall, and leaned that beautiful backside against the front of my body, skin on skin.
I groaned in response. Damn, she felt good. As I wrapped my arms around her waist and slid my hand inside her underwear, I tried to remember anything in my thirty-five years that had felt this good. I came up with absolutely nothing. This was it. I’d found heaven.
She was so unbelievably wet, I had to bite back a second groan. I’d done that to her. Just kissing me and curling her fingers around my cock had made her soak her underwear.
After testing her wetness, I settled on her clit, flicking my hand across it repeatedly in slow movements. Now she was the one making noise. A sigh escaped her lips as she arched her back, lifting her hand toward my shoulder. She didn’t quite make it there, instead grabbing my upper arm, squeezing it tight as I sped up my movements.
Then I began moving my finger in patterns over her. I was testing, seeing what turned her on. This was all about learning her body—about showing her the pleasure she’d been missing. I could hardly believe she’d made it to this age as a virgin. She must have been fending off advances from guys for years.
She began making small, high-pitched noises as she arched her back even farther. “That’s it,” she whispered when I changed up my pattern a little. “Don’t stop. Just like that. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
She squeezed my upper arm even tighter. She was in the throes of her first orgasm. I couldn’t say how I knew it was her first—just that I knew.
Finally, Violet straightened, the small of her back once again rubbing against my belly. My erection was poking her, I was sure. But if she minded, she didn’t show it.
She turned to look up at me, a big smile on her face. “That was an orgasm,” she said. “It was my first ever.”
The first of many over the course of her lifetime, I was sure. She rose on tiptoe, meeting me in another long, passionate kiss.
That was when the reality slammed into me. I was in deep. No way would this end with her walking out of my life after we made love once, twice—even fifteen times. What we had was a forever kind of bond.
“Take off your underwear,” I said.
She gave me another naughty smile as she grabbed her waistband on either side and shoved downward. She wiggled out of them, using her legs to slide them down without even having to bend over. She didn’t take her eyes off me throughout the entire process.
I definitely couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful—all curves and softness. Her tits were big and perky and perfect, with rose-tipped nipples. Her waist, her hips, and her ass were round and luscious, begging me to touch.
With her underwear off, she climbed up on the desk and spread her legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off that sweet pussy. I thought about plunging into her immediately. If she weren’t a virgin, that might be exactly what I did.
But that wouldn’t be right. No, giving in to my passion wasn’t the right move—virgin or not. I needed to make this the best fucking night of her life if I hoped to keep her around. I had to show her what she’d be in for with me.
Not taking my eyes off her, I knelt, wincing as my jeans tightened around my thighs. I should have taken the damn things off, but it would be fine. I’d make it work.
As my tongue touched her clit, she cried out. The sound was louder than any she’d made before. It reminded me to keep my eyes open. I needed to watch for headlights filling the room. I watched for that out of my peripheral vision, but most of my focus was on Violet.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she gripped the desk on either side of her legs. Finally, she threw her head back, her breathing intensifying. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her legs trembled around my face. I had a feeling she preferred this to my finger.
I planned to give her at least one more orgasm before we were finished here. Maybe two. One of those came within seconds of me starting. Just one tiny “oh,” and her head fell back farther, her chest heaved, and her breathing grew even more intense.
When she finally lowered her head and opened her eyes to look at me, I saw peace there. She looked relaxed. Yes, this was what she’d been missing all along—that work-life balance.
Hell, I’d been missing it too. I could trace that all the way back to my first job mowing lawns when I was fourteen. Going full throttle in sports, games, and work had given me balance. That had been my fun.
But it wasn’t fun at all. No, this was fun.
I moved away from her and glanced toward the window. I still had her nectar on my lips. She tasted sweet. When she pulled me down to kiss me, I wondered if she tasted herself. Did it turn her on more? Going by the way she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me toward her, the answer to that was yes.
I positioned my cock at her entrance and paused. Now her pussy juices coated my tip, and my dick got even harder in response, if that was possible.
“We have to?—”
I didn’t get to finish the sentence. She gave a shove with her feet and pushed me inside. It felt so damn good. But I didn’t want to hurt her. And besides, there was something we needed to discuss.
I pulled back, struggling since she was trying to hold me inside her. “I don’t have protection. I could pull out.”
She shook her head. “I’m on birth control. Have been for a couple of years. I never knew when I was going to meet the man of my dreams.”
The way she was looking at me made it clear I was the man of her dreams. And nothing had ever made me happier than that. Yes, I might have to do a lot to convince her to marry me and build a life together with kids—in a home that didn’t need to be saged to have good energy.
In fact, maybe my cabin wasn’t cursed at all. Maybe it had just been missing one key element. Violet.
“Now get back here and fuck me,” she said.
She pushed me toward her, guiding me inside her again. This time, it went way too far. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, her features twisting into a grimace.
I immediately pulled back—but not all the way. “It hurts,” I said.
She nodded, closing her eyes. “But it’ll get easier—just give me a second.”
Every instinct in me screamed to withdraw, to put an end to this. I didn’t want to cause her more pain, but I knew this was necessary if we were going to get to that next level—to get her to where she felt pleasure when we made love.
Without opening her eyes, she began pressing me deeper inside her again. Her legs guided my movements. I had to work hard not to focus on the feel of her warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock. But it helped that I knew each movement was hurting her. She got better at disguising it, but there was no denying she was in pain.
Finally, she leaned back, propping her hands behind her and nearly shoving aside a pencil cup in the process. That gave me a front-row seat to those gorgeous breasts. I longed to lean down and run my tongue over each of her nipples, but the angle was all wrong. There was no way I could make that work.
The sound of our deep breathing mingled in the quiet office until a soft whimper escaped from her. It told me she was moving toward a third orgasm. That was definitely not a whimper of pain. When she threw her head back a little—eyes closed, lips parted—I knew she was getting closer.
I stayed near her entrance, and she let up on shoving me deeper as she got more caught up in what was going on with her body. Her eyes popped open when I moved my thumb to her clit and began flicking it in that pattern she’d responded to earlier.
She cast her gaze to the area where our bodies joined, watching me touch her. Then she surprised me—moving her left hand to her breast, sliding her thumb and finger around her areola.
That was when I had to close my eyes. The sight of her touching herself just about did me in. It definitely tested the last of my restraint.
“I think I’m going to… Oh yeah…”
With those words, I felt her walls tighten around my shaft, and my cock reacted immediately. It was like a dam burst. In seconds, my body went from zero to one hundred. My orgasm raced through me, nearly knocking me off my feet with its strength. By the time I’d pumped the last of my seed into her, my legs felt weak and I needed to sit down.
Only then did I realize my eyes had been closed—they’d slammed shut at some point. I forced them open and looked down at her. She had a sleepy smile and a glow about her. She looked truly happy—for the first time since I’d met her.
I knew the feeling. Never in my life had I felt this content. It was as though everything had just snapped into place. And all because I’d met her.