“My tits are just fine.” I scrape my nails down his side and then dig them into the cheeks of his ass.
Blake hisses, tightening and flexing his ass, his cock swelling and stretching me. “Jesus, Violet.”
I love the hoarse voice groaning in my ear, so I scrape my nails over his ass to his groin. He curses—long and dirty—and grabbing hold of my wrists, pins them above my head while he pounds into me.
Flesh smacks against flesh and as the coil of pleasure winds tightly in my stomach I intertwine our fingers and whisper, “Come inside me.”
He groans, his chest heaving.
Feeling my own release about to burst into a fiery blaze, I moan my next words, “Let me feel your penis jerk.” I arch. “I want to feel your warm semen splashing against me.”
“Fuck!” he roars, straining his back in an arch as he releases. His release sets mine off, which I knew it would. The pleasure wraps around me as I convulse and massage around his penis.
He twitches and gasps for breath, collapsing on me before rolling us to our sides. I hook my leg over his hip so that we stay joined, enjoying the small after-pulses and gentle tugs on his flesh.
“I think we need to fall out more often if that’s what make up sex is like” he mumbles, laughing at his own joke.
I narrow my eyes, not impressed with his assumption.
When he realizes I’m not laughing along, he grabs a handful of my bottom with one large palm and the other cups the back of my head and he holds me tightly while capturing my lips in a hot, wet kiss. “I made love to you. Even if it was the most pleasurable sexual experience I’ve ever had.” He grins, pleased with himself.
I shake my head, giving in to his humor. “As I’m not sure I’ll ever move again after that, I’ll agree.”
“I knew you would.”
I smack his ass before rubbing it better. “Don’t get cheeky.”
Wiggling his brow, he tries not to laugh, unsuccessfully I might add. “You have your hot little hands on my cheeks.” He wiggles his ass against my hands causing other delicious sensations to arise between my thighs.
Becoming serious, he asks, “You need more of me, babe?” while nuzzling into my neck.
“I always need more of you Blake.” I brush the lock of hair gently from his brow when he hovers over me. “Not just naked,” I smile, “although that’s a sight I won’t ever get tired of, but you’re in my heart and I don’t ever want to be without you again.” I blink back tears; upset at the distance I know I’d put between us because I’d been scared he was shutting me out.
He winces and settles over me, wrapping me up in his arms. “I hated the space between us.” He whispers into my ear, and then moves to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I hope you know that it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I’m scared, Violet. I’m scared that I’m going to end up losing everything, especially you.” He breathes heavily.
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, hoping to keep my sadness for him inside, but it doesn’t work and the tears pour from my eyes as I sob into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” I cry, clinging to him. “I promise, Blake. I’m not leaving you, no matter what. I love you. My love doesn’t switch on and off like a faucet.”
He holds me tightly, so much so that I struggle for breath until he loosens his grip. “We’re both a mess, huh?”
“We’re going to get through everything … together.” I cup his face and make him look at me. “Together.”
“Together,” he whispers, cradling me in his arms as we drift away.
23
Blake
Praying this doesn’t come back to bite me on the ass with Violet, I’m about to take my first steps—at least as far as Violet knows, I am. I’m just glad Zach is totally on board with doing this. The last thing I want to do is upset Violet after we made up last night.
The guilt sits heavily on my mind because I’m deceiving her, but if it saves her pain, and I guess in the long run me too, then it’s worth it.
I haven’t progressed as far as I would have liked to, so I guess she hasn’t missed much. My first steps though, she missed those. The guilt hits me again at not telling her. Somehow, I’m more nervous this time around than I was last week and my strength has built up some. At least that’s what I’m hoping.
“Are you okay?” Violet asks, crouching down and resting her hands on my knees. “You don’t have to try this, not if you don’t feel ready.”
I catch Zach’s eyes behind Violet and he frowns at me, I glance away ignoring him.
“I’m good.” I grab her ponytail and bring her closer. “Don’t worry,” I whisper, my lips softly brushing against hers. “I’ve got this.”