wanted her to pant
and ache. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. He
wanted to make up for all the times she’d tormented him in his
fantasies.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still
teasing her clit. She lifted her hips, urging him on. He cupped her
breast with his free hand, sliding it inside the bodice of her
dress to find her nipple. She gripped his ass, pulling his hips
closer to hers.
He slid another finger inside her and started up a
steady, slippery rhythm. She dropped her head back and started to
pant.
“ Martin... Please... I need
you.”
Her voice was ragged, helpless. He knew what she
wanted, but he’d been thinking about this for weeks. He kept
circling her clit, fingers slick with her juices, until he felt her
tighten around him. Her breathing hitched, her back arched. He
kissed her as she shuddered into climax, breathing in her desire.
The second she was done, he reached for his belt.
“ Dear God, yes,” she whispered as he
undid his fly.
It took him seconds to slide on a condom, then he
took himself in hand and used the head of his cock to tease her
some more. She moaned and lifted her hips, desperate for him to
penetrate her. He strung it out as long as he could before plunging
inside her.
So hot and tight and wet. So damn good.
Any plans he had to draw it out further went out the
window. Suddenly there was only her and him and the demanding ache
in his cock. He stroked into her, setting up a punishing rhythm.
She sobbed her approval and locked her ankles behind his back,
meeting every thrust with one of her own.
She slipped her hands inside his suit pants to find
his ass, nails digging in, urging him to go faster, harder. He felt
his climax rising inside him. He buried himself deep and let it
take him, his face pressed into the fragrant, soft skin of her
neck.
As he came back down to earth, he felt Violet’s hand
slip between their bodies to where they were will still joined,
felt the fierce, quick movement of her hand as she touched
herself.
“ Don’t move. Please, don’t move,”
she pleaded.
Seconds later she was coming a second time, her body
convulsing around his.
Then and only then did he become aware of how cramped
the back of his car was, of how his shoulder was jammed against the
front seat, his neck bent awkwardly, his knee in danger of slipping
off the seat cushion. Their combined breathing sounded loud in the
small space, and when he glanced up he saw the windows were fogged.
He withdrew from her, wrapping the condom in his handkerchief
before easing away enough to zip his pants. Violet lay very still,
her eyes glinting as she watched him. He shifted from between her
legs and she sat up and pulled her skirt down.
“ Violet—”
“ Don’t. I don’t want to hear how
sorry you are.”
“ That’s not what I was going to
say.”
She seemed surprised, her gaze darting away from
his.
“ What were you going to say,
then?”
“ I was going to thank you,” he said.
“Then I was going to tell you how fucking sexy you are.”
She blinked. “Oh.”
He’d shocked her. It made him wonder what she was
used to hearing from men after they’d lost themselves inside her.
Apologies? Excuses? Insults?
Then it occurred to him that she’d probably counted
him amongst those men after their last encounter. For the first
time he felt a dart of shame over the way he’d slipped silently
from her apartment that night. He’d waited the barest five minutes
before telling himself she wanted him to go. Then he’d made his
escape and indulged in a round of self-indulgent navel gazing. Even
when he’d sent her flowers the next day, his actions had been
guided more by expectation and a need to civilize what had happened
between them than any thought of her or her feelings.
She was frowning, a small crease between her brows.
After a long beat she reached for the door handle and got out of
the car. He grabbed her coat from the seat before following her,
holding
and ache. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. He
wanted to make up for all the times she’d tormented him in his
fantasies.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still
teasing her clit. She lifted her hips, urging him on. He cupped her
breast with his free hand, sliding it inside the bodice of her
dress to find her nipple. She gripped his ass, pulling his hips
closer to hers.
He slid another finger inside her and started up a
steady, slippery rhythm. She dropped her head back and started to
pant.
“ Martin... Please... I need
you.”
Her voice was ragged, helpless. He knew what she
wanted, but he’d been thinking about this for weeks. He kept
circling her clit, fingers slick with her juices, until he felt her
tighten around him. Her breathing hitched, her back arched. He
kissed her as she shuddered into climax, breathing in her desire.
The second she was done, he reached for his belt.
“ Dear God, yes,” she whispered as he
undid his fly.
It took him seconds to slide on a condom, then he
took himself in hand and used the head of his cock to tease her
some more. She moaned and lifted her hips, desperate for him to
penetrate her. He strung it out as long as he could before plunging
inside her.
So hot and tight and wet. So damn good.
Any plans he had to draw it out further went out the
window. Suddenly there was only her and him and the demanding ache
in his cock. He stroked into her, setting up a punishing rhythm.
She sobbed her approval and locked her ankles behind his back,
meeting every thrust with one of her own.
She slipped her hands inside his suit pants to find
his ass, nails digging in, urging him to go faster, harder. He felt
his climax rising inside him. He buried himself deep and let it
take him, his face pressed into the fragrant, soft skin of her
neck.
As he came back down to earth, he felt Violet’s hand
slip between their bodies to where they were will still joined,
felt the fierce, quick movement of her hand as she touched
herself.
“ Don’t move. Please, don’t move,”
she pleaded.
Seconds later she was coming a second time, her body
convulsing around his.
Then and only then did he become aware of how cramped
the back of his car was, of how his shoulder was jammed against the
front seat, his neck bent awkwardly, his knee in danger of slipping
off the seat cushion. Their combined breathing sounded loud in the
small space, and when he glanced up he saw the windows were fogged.
He withdrew from her, wrapping the condom in his handkerchief
before easing away enough to zip his pants. Violet lay very still,
her eyes glinting as she watched him. He shifted from between her
legs and she sat up and pulled her skirt down.
“ Violet—”
“ Don’t. I don’t want to hear how
sorry you are.”
“ That’s not what I was going to
say.”
She seemed surprised, her gaze darting away from
his.
“ What were you going to say,
then?”
“ I was going to thank you,” he said.
“Then I was going to tell you how fucking sexy you are.”
She blinked. “Oh.”
He’d shocked her. It made him wonder what she was
used to hearing from men after they’d lost themselves inside her.
Apologies? Excuses? Insults?
Then it occurred to him that she’d probably counted
him amongst those men after their last encounter. For the first
time he felt a dart of shame over the way he’d slipped silently
from her apartment that night. He’d waited the barest five minutes
before telling himself she wanted him to go. Then he’d made his
escape and indulged in a round of self-indulgent navel gazing. Even
when he’d sent her flowers the next day, his actions had been
guided more by expectation and a need to civilize what had happened
between them than any thought of her or her feelings.
She was frowning, a small crease between her brows.
After a long beat she reached for the door handle and got out of
the car. He grabbed her coat from the seat before following her,
holding
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