“I’m making your Christmas present.”
“What?” I’m confused. The humming sound, her state of semi-dress, and the flush in her cheeks all lead me to believe she’s been petting her pussy. “But I heard a vibrator.”
“Vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
“That was my sewing machine, baby.” Violet pulls the door closed behind her. Then she puts her hands on my bare chest. “I only use my vibrator when you’re not here to provide your extensive sexual services, Alex. You know that.” She bites her lip and leans in, her boobs rubbing against my stomach. I’m not sure if this is meant as a distraction or not.
I glance down. Her robe is satin, the deep V gaping. She rises up on her toes and kisses the bottom of my chin. “And even if I did need to jill off, why would I bother doing it in my office? We have a very spacious, comfortable bed. If I’m going through all the effort in the first place, me and Buddy are doing it lying down.”
I tense. Buddy is her vibrator. At first I thought it was funny. It’s a battery-operated dick that looks like a beaver wearing tightie whities. His name is literally Buddy the Beaver. When I’m not home and she has to manage on her own, she tells me Buddy’s in bed with her. It drives me fucking nuts.
“You were worried.” It’s not a question.
I nod. Sometimes it works in my favor to be sensitive. Violet loves that I can kick the shit out of someone on the ice—not that I need to, or do very often—but then I come home and I’m all soft and warm and cuddly. And sometimes I’m a little needy. Like right now. Because I’m leaving in the morning.
I’m not going to sleep beside her. See her. Touch her. Be inside her. The long stretches are the worst.
“You know you’re my number one.” She slips her arms around my neck and tugs.
Her mouth tastes like candy canes. I don’t have much patience. We have hours, but it doesn’t feel like enough time. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I hold on to her ass and carry her to our bedroom.
Her lips are on my neck, traveling up to my ear. “I had a nap this afternoon. I figured the Super MC might want to have a little party with my beaver.”
This lifts some of the heaviness of my mood. I chuckle and nuzzle her throat, pushing the door open. When I reach the bed, I drop her on the comforter. She scooches back, making room, and I grab her ankles to keep her from getting too far. Joining her on the bed, I kneel between her parted legs, skimming along her calves up to her knees.
Violet leans back on her elbows, watching me. Her lips are parted, her long hair hanging down to brush the bed. I’m trying to decide what I want to do first. If I fuck her mouth, I can recover while I lick her pussy. Or I could start with eating her, and then we can have sex, and I can get the blow job later. So many options. So few hours to cover them all.
Violet drags a finger along the edge of her robe, where the loose V dips at her cleavage. Or we could start with tit-fucking, which inevitably means my dick will end up in her mouth. I kiss the inside of her knee, then run my hands up her thighs. Violet’s hips lift, seeking out the touch I’ve yet to provide. I feel like teasing. And maybe getting what I want first. I pull the tie on her robe, setting the two sides free. The satin slides over her hips, revealing a whole lot of what the fuck.
She’s wearing only a bra and panties. But it’s what’s going on with the panties that has me stopping.
“Oh, shit!” She grabs her robe and pulls it closed. She tries to do the same with her knees, but I hold them open with my palms.
“What’s going on down here?”
“You’re not supposed to see! It’s part of the surprise!”
“What surprise?”
“Your Christmas present. Damn it. You distracted me, and I forgot I was wearing these.” She motions to her crotch, which she’s covered. All I’ve gotten is a glimpse so far, and I’m not exactly sure what I was looking at.
I reach out with the intention of pushing her hands away so I can see better.
“No, Alex! Don’t! You’ll ruin my surprise!”
She does some weird flailing thing, like she’s attempting a backwards somersault, but she’s not managing it very well. I let go of her, and she rolls to the side. Turning away from me, she quickly loses her panties and tosses them on the floor. She struggles with her bra, but I don’t bother to help, just in case that’s part of the surprise as well. The red satin of her robe slides over her shoulders, revealing her narrow waist and then goes lower.
She looks over her shoulder at me just as she reveals the dimples above her ass. And then it pools around her body on the comforter. “Are you planning to fuck me until I can’t walk, Alex?”
My eyes shoot up to hers. She’s referencing the time we had sex in the locker room after I was ejected from a game for fighting. It was a bad place to get it on, but God, that sex is cemented in my spank bank Hall of Fame for the rest of my life. It’s my go-to jack-off material when I’m away.
Instead of tackling Violet to the bed, I move her hair over her shoulder and kiss her neck. “Is that what you were hoping for?”
“If all I’m getting for the next week is Buddy, then yes, please.”
This time when I kiss her neck, I use teeth. Glancing over her shoulder, I look down at her breasts. Her nipples are hard, as they should be. I reach around and palm one. With my other hand I push my jeans and boxers over my hips, setting my cock free. I pull her to me, rubbing my dick against her ass.
She tenses for a second, then moans when I caress her other breast and thumb her nipples. Violet gets a little antsy when my dick’s near her ass. I think she thinks I’m just going to try to slip it in there one day. I might be able to do that with a finger, which I’ve only managed once so far, but my cock isn’t a slip-in kind of appendage.
After close to a year, Violet still requires a primer before sex, otherwise it’s too much and I end up putting her out of commission for a couple of days. Which is no good. Especially on a night like tonight.
My cock settles in its natural spot, the cleft of her ass. “Alex,” Violet warns.
“Don’t worry, baby, your ass is safe.” I slide a hand down her stomach.
“You say that, but I think Super MC has other ideas.”
“He knows there are other tight, warm places he gets to hang out in.”
She turns around in my arms, leaning back so my cock sticks straight out at her. “You mean my belly button?” She thrusts her stomach forward and tries to get the head to hit her navel, but she misses by a couple inches.
“That hole’s way too small.” I’m about to grab hold of her again when I notice, aside from how awesome her boobs look, that she’s got black lines on her stomach and under her boobs. They leave a smudge when I rub them. “What’s this?”
She looks down. “Oh. Uh…I was making a pattern, and this seemed like the easiest way to ensure it was going to work.”
“What kind of pattern?”
“It’s part of the surprise.” She leans into me, her boobs mashing against my chest. “Stop trying to ruin your Christmas present.”
“You know, you might want to give it to me early.” I run my hands down her sides, pulling her hips to mine so I can rub my hard-on against her stomach.