I lean in and suck her plush bottom lip between mine. “Want me to take you upstairs?”
“We can stay here,” she murmurs.
“You sure? I want you to be comfortable.”
“Granite can be comfortable.”
I chuckle and kiss my way down Violet’s neck.
Just as I’m about to shove my face in her cleavage, she asks, “Am I boring in bed?”
I lift my head to meet her gaze. “What?”
She bites her lip, looking uncertain. “Am I too . . . vanilla?”
“Vanilla?”
“Yes. Vanilla. Like plain, not exciting.”
“You dress my dick up like a superhero. That’s not vanilla, Violet.”
“I think that’s probably just weird. I mean, like, am I adventurous enough?”
“Does this have anything to do with those movies you and Charlene were watching? That soft-core porn stuff you keep telling me is romantic?”
“They’re based on books. We were doing a comparative analysis for our book club.”
“I think you just like watching that guy walk around shirtless and pantless.”
“He’s got nothing on you.” She slides her hands under my shirt and runs her palms over my pecs. Her gaze shifts to mine, uncertainty lingering. “Am I, though?” At my confusion, she clarifies, “Adventurous enough in bed?”
I take her face in my hands. “You’re perfect. You don’t need to do anything differently.”
“So you don’t want to tie me up or gag me or anything?”
I have no idea how we went from butt lube to gagging and binding, but then Violet’s brain is a weird place most of the time, and she and Charlene did have a movie marathon last week. “I guess if you wanted to be tied up we could try it, but I kinda like your hands on me, and a gag would make it difficult to hear you chant your love of my cock.”
Violet breathes a relieved sigh and her palms slide down over my abs. “I like my hands on you, too, but the chanting is kind of beyond my control.”
“I like you out of control and I love the chanting.” I lean in for a kiss. Violet doesn’t stop me, which is good, because I want to put my hard-on somewhere nice and wet and warm.
I keep it light on the tongue, which drives Violet insane—she really loves mouth fucking. It doesn’t take long before her hands are in my hair and I’m lifting her to sit on the edge of the counter so she can wrap her legs around my waist. Pulling me in tight with her heels, she gets her dry hump on.
While she grinds her cotton-covered pussy on my bare cock, I get rid of her shirt and camisole. Before I remove the bra, I take a few seconds to nuzzle her rack. Violet has the best boobs in the world. They’re soft, yet firm and the perfect handful, or mouthful, depending. She has the sweetest, most delicate nipples. They’re perfect for licking and sucking and biting—but gently. I nibble the swell as I flick the clasp on the back and set them free.
Cupping them, I bury my face in the lush cleavage, while I thumb her nipples. Violet’s knees press hard against my hips and her fingers anchor in my hair. She drags in a gasping breath as I draw one of those pert nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue like I would her clit. She bucks against me, as if those two parts of her body are directly connected. I move to the other breast, repeating the same suck, lick, flick before I come back up to kiss her pretty lips.
Smoothing my hands down the sides of her neck, I inform her what my plan is, so she can tell me if she likes it or not. “I’m going to get you naked now, and then I’m going to eat you for lunch. After that, I’d like to get inside you. Does that sound okay?”
“Oh, God. Please.” I help her shimmy out of her shorts and panties and then I drop to my knees, kissing the insides of her thighs before I bury my face between her legs. She writhes against my mouth, telling me how much she loves my tongue and my fingers, and that she can’t wait to give Super MC a big hug. I almost laugh at that part, but then her legs clamp around my head and I have to hold her thighs open so I can breathe through her orgasm.
Violet drops back on her elbows as I push up to a stand, swiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She knocks over the bottle of butt lube and it starts to roll away. Despite being a little orgasm uncoordinated, she nabs the bottle before it can get too far. She’s still propped up on one elbow, legs spread wide, breasts heaving. She bites her lip and looks from me to the lube and back again. Then she glances at the butt plug a few inches from her knee, and back at the lube.
“So how does this stuff work exactly?”
I tell myself not to get excited, because this doesn’t mean that she’s asking me to use it on her. She’s just curious. It’s just a question. I clear my throat before I answer, so as not to sound like an excited pre-teen boy. “It’s a muscle relaxer.”
Her brow furrows. “You mean like that painkiller you get from Canada for your back, the one with Pinocchio on it?”
It takes me a second to understand the reference. “You mean Robaxacet?”
“Yeah, that package freaks me out.” She flips the bottle over to inspect the label. “So this is like liquid Robaxacet for my bum?”
I can’t not laugh. “Um, I guess?”
“So do you just, like, squirt it on there and wait? What exactly is it relaxing?”
I take the opportunity for the potential it has, and run my hands up her thighs. “You know, baby. This is probably one of those times where it might be better if I show you how it works, rather than tell you.”
“Of course, you’d say that. Maybe I should be the one trying it on you, not the other way around.”
I snort my disbelief. “You wanna stick your finger up my ass?”
Violet makes a face. “Ew. No. I like looking at your naked ass, and grabbing it, but I don’t want to stick things in it the way you seem to want to stick things in mine. I want to rub it on your cock to see if makes you soft.”
“It won’t make me soft.”
“How do you know?”
“Because that’s not how it works.”
Violet frowns and sits up, her eyes narrowed, legs still spread wide. She pokes me in the chest with one of her painted, pointy fingernails. “Have you invaded someone’s Area 51 before?”
“What?”
“Butt sex! Have you had it before?”
I have to fight a smile, because she sounds awfully jealous despite her adamant stance on the subject—well, adamant until I get anywhere close to that area when I’m taking her from behind, then she gets all high-pitched and breathy. I don’t answer right away on purpose. It’s not nice of me, but her jealousy over something that’s never happened is an ego stroke.
“Have you?”
I rub slow circles with my thumbs close to the juncture of her thighs. “Would it upset you if I had?”
“Super MC is mine.” She grabs hold of my cock and squeezes possessively. “Was it some slutty puck bunny who had a part-time job as an amateur porn star?”
“I haven’t had anal sex, Violet, not with an ex-girlfriend and definitely not with a puck bunny. You know I wasn’t into that scene before I met you.” Although once I tried the anal route with an ex-girlfriend. I didn’t get very far, even with the butt lube. I’ve learned a lot since then, but Violet needs none of this information.