FORTY-SIX
VIOLET
NOVEMBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO
We gotout of bed and I led Colton into his bathroom by his hand. I settled us in front of the long mirror over the sinks. Like he was accustomed to doing, Colton stood next to me rather than behind me. I cupped his neck and kissed him, moving his hands where I needed them: on my ass, at my hips, squeezing my breasts. I pulled out of our kiss and looked up into the eyes of the man who had always protected me, always had my best interest at heart. “I’m ready.”
His brows creased. “Ready for what?”
I turned to face the mirror and nudged him to stand behind me. I braced my hands on the counter and bent forward, offering myself to him. Colton swallowed hard. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “I’ll be able to see you in the mirror.”
His jaw twitched. “You won’t leave? Even if you get scared?”
I shook my head. “There’s no one I trust more than you.”
His breath was slow and shaky, like he was trying to stay calm. “This isn’t in a book.”
“I don’t need a book for this.” I met his eyes in the mirror. “I love you, Colton.”
Timidly, his arms snaked around my waist. He dipped his head to kiss my shoulder. “We’ll go slow. Same as in the bed. Put my hands where you want them. Show me how you want to be touched.”
With my eyes on his in our reflection, I placed my hands over his. I guided one up to my breast, squeezing his hand until he gripped it. I dragged his other hand to my pussy, encouraging him to rub around my clit. I ground my ass back against him until we were in a rhythm of skin on skin, similar to our spooning in the bed but now standing. The view in the mirror was sensual and erotic, our bodies moving together, absorbed in each other. “I want you inside me.”
“Take me,” he said. “You want to put it in?”
I gripped Colt’s length between my legs, coating it in my wetness. Colt groaned as I did, then breathed out hard when I notched him at my entrance. His breath against my back brought up a nasty memory, and I clutched his hands to my stomach. I stood up straighter, letting my shoulders rest against his chest.
“You’re safe, baby. Do you want me to back out?”
I shook my head. “Stay in. It was your breath on my back.”
He held me awkwardly, trying to get a feel for what I needed. He was only an inch or two inside me, but moved his face so he breathed over my shoulder rather than on my back. “Is this better?”
“Yes.”
This was Colton. This wasn’t anyone else. This was someone who loved me. I clenched and relaxed around him, then backed my hips into his, letting his fullness overtake me.
I’d had sex with him just one day earlier, but there was a special intensity about this. This was the thing I hadn’t beenable to do for so many years. The thing that scarred me. Drove us apart. Almost ruined us. The darkened room appeared behind my eyelids, and I fought the flash of panic.
“Stay here with me, baby,” Colt said gently. “You’re in charge. We can stop whenever you want.” He barred his arm across my body to hold my hip. “I’ve got you.”
My breathing quickened as my mind battled the sensation. I searched for mental mooring, for something to steady me. Colton kissed my temple, hands securely holding me. “You’re safe, Vi.”
I softened at his words and relaxed into his arms. “Say it again,” I begged.
“You’re safe, baby. You’re loved. You’re always safe with me.”
I guided his hands to my breasts, cupping both. I sank onto him, deeper, deeper, until I was fully seated.
“Squeeze,” I begged. His hands tightened on my breasts and his lips pressed to my temple again. We looked so good in the mirror. I looked strong and powerful, and Colt wore an expression of complete adoration. Pleasure surged as he watched me, and I watched us.
“I love you so much, Violet. I want you to feel good. I’m going to move unless you stop me, but I’ll go slow.”
The first push was slightly painful, probably from where I tensed up around him. Then my eyes met his in the mirror, blue on blue, and for the first time, I savored his slow thrust inside me. I put my head back against his chest and moaned.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed under my ear. One hand remained on my breast, while the other laced with my fingers on the counter. I touched myself while he slowly pulsed in and out of me. I lost myself to the sensations, perhaps too much, because Colton said, “Breathe, baby.”
