I caress her thighs as I wait for her to catch her breath. When she does, she gets off me and lies down on the rug.
I begin to take off my clothes, starting with my flannel shirt. Violet watches me with eyes sparkling with interest. I’d undress more slowly, but I have a pressing problem in my boxers. A huge problem.
As soon as I’m naked, I sit on the couch and pull Violet back onto my lap. Like before, she faces me and straddles my thighs. This time, though, I guide the tip of my cock inside her as I lower her hips. She sucks in a breath as I enter her, then takes control the rest of the way.
Inch by inch, she takes me in until I’m completely inside her. Even with all the sex we’ve had, she’s still so tight that her velvety skin clings to my cock. Each time she moves, I have to fight the urge not to sheathe myself inside her with just one thrust.
Patience.
Finally, I don’t have to. Violet pauses a moment to catch her breath. I let her do that before claiming her mouth in a fiery kiss. Then I press my cheek against hers and whisper in her ear.
“Hold on tight.”
I draw a deep breath, place my arms under her legs, clutch her ass and stand up slowly. Violet gasps as she wraps her arms around my neck.
She clings to me as I straighten up, even more when I start to move. This position is strenuous, tiring, but I haven’t been working out for nothing. I hold Violet as I jerk my hips and thrust deep inside her. Cries spill from her mouth against my ear.
After a few thrusts, she starts to tremble once more. Her nails dig into my skin. I keep going. Harder. Faster. Too late I realize I didn’t put on a condom. Why didn’t I? I’m sure I still had one left in my wallet. All I can think of is that I was too excited, too impatient. And I just wanted her to feel really good.
At any rate, like I said, it’s too late.
I put every ounce of strength I have left into a final thrust and let myself explode inside Violet’s body. Even with my arms trembling, I make it a point not to drop her, but as soon as I’m done, I sit on the couch. I let my arms fall limply at my sides as I replenish my oxygen supply.
Violet stays on top of me, her head on my shoulder, her breasts against my chest. She remains silent so I speak first.
“So, how was it?” I ask her.
“Good,” she answers without lifting her head.
“Just good?”
She looks into my eyes. “Mind-blowing.”
My lips curve into a smile. As I hold her gaze, I see the warmth clearly glistening in her blue eyes and my chest grows tight. That warmth, that softness—it makes me feel like coming home.
And I want to stay. I never want to leave.
I never want what we have to end.
I open my mouth to tell Violet that, but fear creates a lump in my throat.
What if this is just the sex talking? What if I change my mind later? What if Violet doesn’t want a relationship with me? She may be having sex with me now, but I don’t know if I’ve regained her trust. I don’t know how she feels about me. I don’t know what she wants.
Maybe it’s too soon to tell her what I want.
“What is it?” Violet asks.
I realize my mouth is still open. I close it and clear my throat. Then I speak.
“Would you like to come to Toronto with me next weekend?”Chapter EighteenViolet
I’ve been to a lot of places but I’ve never been to Toronto, which is why I was thrilled when Asher asked me to visit the city with him. Some of my excitement vanished when I found out that the trip was work-related and not a romantic getaway Asher had thought of, but I was excited just the same.
Now that I’m here, I’m glad I came.
Asher and I have adjoining rooms at The Ritz-Carlton. From my window, I can see the trees shedding their fiery leaves in the park. I can see colorful benches and towering buildings. I can enjoy a view of the CN Tower framed against the clear blue sky. I can even catch a glimpse of Lake Ontario.
The lake. Somehow I always find myself in cities on lakes. And I always make good memories in them. Maybe the same will happen here.
I glance at the dress that I’ve laid out on my bed—a glittering purple dress that I bought back in Chicago with a pair of spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline and a slit on the right side that goes up past my knee. I’ve also brought a pair of gold sandals to go with it, dangling diamond earrings and a silver clutch purse.