“Yet here we are. Still trying to figure it out,” I said.
“That was nice of you to come over tonight.”
“Yeah, I think I surprised Jeanne and Tim when I asked them if they were up for a sleepover. I wanted to spend some time with you.”
“How’d you know I wouldn’t be out on a date?” she asked, grinning.
In one swift move, I flipped her on her back on the couch, pinning her hands above her head. “Admit that you want me.”
She laughed hysterically as she squirmed beneath me. “It’s no secret that I want you, Charles.”
Her words were breathy and laced with need.
I thrust forward, letting her feel just how much I wanted her.
“Let’s give this a try. See where it goes. No pressure. No expectations.”
“Assuming we don’t kill one another,” she said teasingly.
“If it all blows up in our faces, then we’ll be right back where we were. We’re grown-ups—we can handle it.”
“That’s true. We’d just go back to being friends who fight,” she said.
“Sure.”
“Then stop torturing me and kiss me already.” Her hands tangled in my hair, and I leaned down and claimed her mouth.
Her lips parted immediately, and my tongue slipped inside.
There was a hunger this time as her tongue tangled with mine, and my hips moved up and down as she met me thrust for thrust.
Grinding against my cock, all hot and needy.
A little moan escaped her lips, and I nearly came right there.
I pulled back, her wild gaze searching mine. “It’s been a while for me.”
She smirked as a smile spread across her face. Her hand moved to my cheek. “It’s been a while for me too. I’m as eager as you are.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, clearing my throat as she sat forward and held her arms out.
I tugged her robe open before pushing it off her shoulders as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my flannel. I was not a patient man, especially when it came to Violet Beaumont. I grabbed the sides of my shirt and tore it open as the buttons bounced on the wood floor beneath us. My fingers traced over her pretty pink nipples as goose bumps spread across her golden skin.
“If you knew how many times I’ve fantasized about these perfect tits.”
“How did you know they were perfect if you hadn’t seen them?” Her voice was heavy with desire.
I just stared down at her beautiful body. “I just knew. Look at you, Firefly. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
Her breath caught as I leaned down, taking one hard peak between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. I could get lost in these tits for hours, but my dick had other ideas as he strained hard against the zipper of my jeans, threatening to tear right through the denim.
“Tell me you brought a condom,” she panted.
I moved to her other breast, wanting to give them equal attention, before pulling back to look at her. “I came prepared.”
I unbuttoned my jeans as she pushed up on her elbows and watched. I kicked off my shoes and shoved my jeans and briefs down my legs before pushing them out of the way. My dick sprang free, and Violet’s eyes widened.
“Of course you have a perfect penis.” She smiled.
