Chapter 31
Like coming home
Violet
"I want you, Vi," he whispers, moving to the buttons of my blouse. His eyes meet mine, seeking permission, desire now mixing with the tenderness from before.
His touch sends electricity through my skin—even through the fabric. When he slides the jacket off my shoulders, the cool air hits my arms, raising goosebumps. Or maybe it's the way he's looking at me. He undoes each button with deliberate slowness, like he's unwrapping a gift he wants to savor.
"You're beautiful," he says softly, and before I can respond, his lips are on my chest, pressing warm kisses against my skin.
A moan escapes me—loud, uninhibited, surprising even myself. It's just a kiss, barely anything, and yet my body responds like I've been starved for touch.
William pulls back, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Look at us. Like inexperienced teenagers." His gaze drops meaningfully to the impressive bulge in his pants. "Me with a boner I can't control, you moaning from a simple kiss."
I slap his chest playfully. "Shut up."
"Make me." The challenge in his voice makes my stomach flip.
I cradle his face in my hands, pulling us both down. His lips meet mine, soft at first, then hungrier. Between kisses, he mumbles against my mouth, "I love how messy we are together."
We undress each other slowly—a button here, a zipper there. My fingers fumble at his belt. His hands shake slightly as he unhooks my bra. We're both making sounds that would embarrass me if I weren't so caught up in him. Every touch feels magnified.
His shirt falls open, and I trace the lean muscles of his chest with my fingertips. Suddenly, he squirms, a giggle escaping him.
"Ticklish?" I ask.
"Only when it's you," he admits, eyes crinkling at the corners.
I lower myself onto his chest, pressing my naked torso against his. The skin-on-skin contact makes us both inhale sharply. His arms wrap around me, holding me close.
"We're far from being sexy now," he laughs, and I join him, my body shaking against his.
He begins a gentle exploration of my body, tracing patterns on my back before moving lower. When his palms cup my ass, squeezing gently, another embarrassing moan escapes me.
"What?" he asks with mock innocence. "Can't I touch my girlfriend this way?"
The word 'girlfriend' makes me blush despite everything we've already done. I bury my face in his neck.
"You're adorable when you're flustered," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple.
In one fluid motion, William flips us over, laying me gently against the mattress. He stands up, his boxers doing little to hide his arousal.
"Someone's really excited," I comment, my eyes fixed on the prominent outline.
"Someone's observant," he fires back with a wink.
He moves to the windows, drawing the curtains closed. The room dims, and he flicks on the bedside lamp, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. He begins searching through his belongings, opening drawers and checking pockets.
"What are you looking for?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows.
"Condoms," he says without turning. "I have them in my wallet... Ah!" He turns to me with a rueful smile, wallet in hand. "I need to be inside you now, so... pardon me as I claim my territory again."
"Your territory?" I raise an eyebrow.
He finds what he's looking for, then turns toward me, boxers discarded, his erection proud and bobbing slightly with his movement. There's something primal in his gaze that makes my breath catch.
"Yes, my territory. You're mine, Violet." His voice drops an octave. "Now, and you won't get rid of me any time soon."
I gulp, surprised by how his dominant tone affects me.
He crawls onto the bed slowly, moving up my body like a predator stalking its prey.
I feel cornered in the most delicious way.
But then his serious expression breaks into that goofy smile I adore, and he kisses me softly, pulling me close against him.
The contrast gives me whiplash—the dominance and then the tenderness, the predator and the golden retriever. It's intoxicating.
He turns me around gently, pressing his chest against my back as he carefully removes my trousers and panties.
His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, "I want to give you backshots that will make you see stars.
I want to come so bad because of you. I want to hear my balls hitting you as we fuck.
.." His voice breaks slightly. "Damn, I'm so turned on right now. "
My eyes widen, mouth suddenly dry even as the wetness gathers between my legs. This side of William—raw, uninhibited, desperate—it's new and thrilling.
His hands caress my buttocks, his touch alternating between gentle and firm. He kisses the curve of each cheek before giving them a light slap that makes me gasp. Then, without warning, he moves lower, his mouth finding my core.
The first stroke of his tongue has me clutching the sheets. He moans against me, the vibration adding to the sensation.
"You're fucking delicious," he growls between licks. "Missed this so much."
His dedication is overwhelming—the way he works his tongue, the little noises he makes, how he holds my hips still when I start to squirm. The tension builds quickly, almost embarrassingly so.
"I'm... sensitive," I manage to say between gasps.
"I'm noticing," he replies, a smile in his voice. He nibbles gently at my clit before resuming his attention with renewed vigor.
Through the haze of pleasure, a rhythmic sound comes from him, and I realize he's pleasuring himself while focusing on me.
"What are you doing?" I ask, though it's obvious.
"I'm too turned on," he admits, "but you're first, always first. So don't bother with me."
He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its work, and that's all it takes. The orgasm crashes through me suddenly, making me cry out and arch my back. My entire body tenses and then releases in waves of pleasure.
William chuckles, his fingers still gently moving inside me. "That was fast this time."
"Well," I say when I can speak again, "I haven't been focusing on self-care lately, and you're being ridiculously sexy right now, so..."
"Is that a complaint?" he asks, kissing the inside of my thigh.
"God, no." He licks me clean, his touch now gentler, soothing rather than inflaming.
His hands move up to caress my back, tracing my spine. "You okay? You've got your head on the pillow and your ass perked up for me, and that doesn’t look comfortable."
"I'm fine," I murmur into the pillow. "Perfect, even."
He chuckles again, the sound warm and affectionate. The tearing of foil sounds as he opens the condom wrapper, then a slight pause as he rolls it on. The bed shifts as he positions himself behind me.
When he lines up with my entrance, he lets out a small whimper. "Fuck."
He slides in slowly, and we both moan at the sensation. His hands grip my back as he moves with careful, measured thrusts.
"Like coming home," he says, his voice strained. "Where I belong. With the person I love." His pace quickens slightly. "This is such a turn on."
He begins to move more purposefully, each thrust going deeper than the last. The sound of his skin against mine, the slap of his balls hitting me, his grunts and moans—it all creates a symphony of pleasure that I never want to end.
I'm so wet that he accidentally slides out, and he laughs softly. "I love how wet you are for me, how well you take me. But you need to take it all." He slides back in with a deep thrust that makes me cry out.
He kisses my back, his lips trailing up my spine as his hands hold my waist firmly. His thrusts become more relentless, more desperate. We're both moaning uncontrollably now, beyond caring how we sound.
I can't believe how good this feels—how good he feels. Sex has never been like this before, so consuming, so emotionally charged.
William caresses my side before delivering a light slap to my buttocks, and then his pace increases to a point where coherent thought becomes impossible. We're both reduced to primal sounds and sensations.
"I'm coming," he warns, his voice tight.
I try to respond but can only manage a moan.
He kisses my shoulder blade. "Does my beautiful queen want to come together?"
"Yes," I gasp, the word barely audible between moans.
He caresses my face tenderly, then pulls my hair back slightly as his movements become erratic.
The combination of sensations pushes me over the edge, and I come apart around him just as he finds his release.
Our bodies shake together, united in pleasure, his grip on me tightening as if he's afraid I might float away.
Afterward, William holds me carefully as he withdraws. He disappears briefly to dispose of the condom and returns with a warm, damp towel. He cleans me with gentle strokes, his touch now nurturing rather than passionate.
"You were loud," I tease when I've caught my breath.
He blushes slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, you weren't exactly quiet either."
"I know," I admit. "I surprised myself."
He kisses my cheek, his eyes soft with affection. "It was downright sexy, so you're forgiven."
I chuckle, and he pulls me into his arms, our bodies fitting together perfectly. He reaches for the comforter, pulling it over us both.
"Come on, let's sleep," William says, his voice already heavy with drowsiness.
I nestle against him, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it gradually slows to a steady rhythm. There’s a sense of safety in his arms. Like home.