“I know what a house manager is,” Violet cuts me off.
And judging from the blush on her cheeks, she’s aware that she misunderstood the whole situation. Yup. She’s been spending the whole day getting mad at me for no reason. I think she owes me an apology.
I don’t hear one. Instead, she sinks into her chair, puts her elbows on the table and mumbles, “House manager.”
“Yes. House manager.”
I rest my arm on the back of the empty chair next to the one she’s sitting on as I move closer to her.
“She’s had the job for about two years now. The one before her was an older woman. Jane. I fired her when I caught her sleeping with the plumber in my bed.”
Violet doesn’t seem to be listening. She takes a few strands of her hair and presses them between her nose and her lips as she stares blankly at the table. Then she lets them go as she turns her head to meet my gaze.
“House manager?”
“Yes. I swear I’ve never slept with her.” I look into her blue eyes as I lean on the edge of the table. “And I haven’t slept with anyone since the last time you showed up in front of my apartment.”
Something flickers in her eyes. Surprise? Joy?
That disappears as they narrow. “And you think I’d believe you?”
“You should,” I tell her. “Because I’m telling you the truth.”
“So what? I’m just supposed to take off my clothes and have sex with you now?” she asks.
“Sounds good.”
Violet snorts. “Sorry but I don’t sleep with men who have house managers.”
Oh. She’s back to insulting me? Yet I can tell that unlike earlier, there isn’t any venom in her words this time.
I hold her gaze as I lean forward. “Stuck-up.”
“Man-child.”
“Drama queen.”
“Pompous ass.”
I lower my face so that it’s almost level with hers. “You shaved.”
She pauses a moment before answering. “I shaved.”
Which means she wants to have sex with me. And so do I. Right now.
I press my palm against Violet’s cheek and place my lips on hers. I apply just a slight amount of pressure at first, just enough for me to feel our lips touching. Then I push harder, smearing her lipstick. I part my lips and let just the tip of my tongue out to taste it as it runs across her upper lip. Then I take her lower lip and suck on it gently.
Violet’s hand goes over mine. For a moment, I stop, afraid that she might pull my hand away, slap me and walk off. Instead, she strokes my hand as her lips press firmly against mine. My heart leaps. My cock throbs.
I continue to kiss her, and more passionately. Now that I know Violet wants this, I’m not holding back. Over and over, our lips collide in perfect synchronization. My hand slides to her jaw, hers to my shoulder.
She clutches my shoulder as she gets out of her chair to stand in front of me. I straighten up, grip her hip and plant a long kiss on her lips. When she parts them, I push my tongue inside her mouth. She trembles. Her arm goes around me.
She caresses my back as my tongue caresses hers. My hand travels up and down the side of her dress. When my fingers brush against the curve of her breast, she moans. The sound sends ripples of heat beneath my skin all the way to my crotch.
I don’t find a zipper on the side of her dress so I search for it on the back. I find it. As I pull it down, Violet pulls my shirt out of my pants and starts to unbutton it from the bottom. She manages to undo just three before I take over. She steps back to slip out of her dress and her shoes. I discard my shirt and my tie.
I start to unfasten my belt but Violet wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. My fingers fumble as I kiss her back, worse when she rubs her breasts against my bare chest. Even through the lace, I can feel her pert nipples poking my skin, and it causes my cock to poke the front of my boxers. I nearly groan.
Come on.
Eventually, I manage to get my belt free of its buckle. I pop the button of my pants and pull the zipper down just to give my erection a bit of breathing room. Then I focus all my attention on Violet.
I grip her hips and perch her on the edge of the table. My fingers wade through her sea of curls as I kiss her. Then I pull her head back gently so I can plant my lips on her neck. My other hand cups her breast through her bra.
I rub her nipple through the lace and she gasps. Her nails dig into the back of my shoulder. I unhook her bra and she takes it off. I trap one of her nipples between my lips and give it a playful twist. She moans.
I circle her nipple with the tip of my tongue as I slip my hand past the garter of her panties. The first thing I realize is that she has indeed shaved, which sends a buzz through my veins. The second thing is that she’s wet. Soaking wet. My cock swells.
She’s even wetter inside, I learn as I push my finger in. And warmer. And fucking tight. Is she a virgin? I thought she said she wasn’t. At any rate, I can barely slip one finger in, so I don’t try another. I tease her nub instead.
Violet’s arms fall off my shoulders as she lets out a soft cry. She leans back on them, trembling, gasping as I continue to tease her. Her hips jerk. Eventually, her upper body falls on top of the table, her arms limp at her sides.
Surrender. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
My heart pounds in my chest as I conquer her mouth. My tongue pins hers down as two of my fingers try to enter her. This time, they slide in with ease. I move them in a scissoring motion to stretch her and then push in deeply. Violet pulls her mouth away from mine and gasps.
She closes her eyes and turns her head to the side so I lick her ear as I bury my fingers in her heat. My cock complains in my boxers. I continue to ignore it and begin to move my fingers. When Violet’s hips start to move to meet my thrusts, I know she’s ready.
And I definitely am.
I pull her underwear off as fast as I can. Then I pull my boxers down to free my stiff, aching cock. I take the condom out from my wallet and slip the rubber sheath over my cock. Afterwards, I position the tip right next to her shaved, glistening wet pussy lips. I rub it against her for a few seconds before gripping her thigh and pushing it in. I hear another loud gasp in response.
The passage is still tight but my cock manages to slip inside Violet’s body inch by inch. Halfway in, I shift my gaze to her face. Her eyes are still closed, squeezed shut now. Her whole face looks flushed, her features tense. Her lips are parted but no sounds escape.
I don’t ever want to forget this look on Violet’s face as I enter her.
I stroke her cheek and she opens her eyes halfway. Pleasure swims in her sapphire eyes. My breath catches.
I don’t ever want to forget this look, either.
I lean over and kiss her. My lips remain on hers as I continue to enter her slowly. When I can’t go any further, I pause. I pull my mouth away and stare at her face as I start to jerk my hips.
Violet places her hands on my shoulders. I move faster and her nails dig into my skin. Her eyes close. Her mouth gapes open as she gasps for air in between soft cries.
I grip her hips and give one hard thrust. My cock fills her to the hilt and she lets out a sharp cry as she wraps her arms around me. I find it hard to move with her clinging to me so I lift her upper body and pull her hips against me. Her legs wrap around my waist.
I continue moving, savoring the friction between our bodies. It’s better than I ever imagined, so good I know I won’t be able to last much longer. Judging from the sounds Violet is making and the way she’s clinging to me, neither can she.