It抯 heady and humbling and makes me wild to please her. Worship her with my mouth and my dick and hands.
To show her that I抣l never let her down . . . I抣l never let her go.
I slide my hands up her smooth legs and bury my head between her thighs. She gasps when I press my mouth against her smooth, bare skin梟uzzling and lapping at her hot flesh in deep, slow licks. Her clit is firm and swelled when I encase it with my lips, sucking until her back arches and her hands tug at my hair.
揅onnor, please,?she begs in a whisper. 揙h God, I need you.?
I lift up to my knees, giving my dick a few swift strokes because she likes to watch me do that. I rub the head up and down against her, groaning at the warm wetness, and then I press inside her.
Violet curves her back when I slide home, lifting her hips, letting me sink in deeper. I roll my hips, rubbing her clit with my pelvis, dragging one of those high-pitched little whimpers from her throat that make me crazy.
I brace my elbows on either side of her head and mold our bodies together梘iving her my weight. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, in the same rhythm as mine. Our noses brush and our breaths mingle but we don抰 kiss. We look into each other抯 eyes, breathing the same air.
And it抯 so fucking intense.
I抦 so deep inside her, her delicate muscles gripping me.
揅onnor. . .?
My hips move faster梙arder梚n long slow jabs. I want to dip my head and feast on her breasts, suckle her until she moans. I want to kiss her mouth and give her my tongue. I want to let go and fuck her quick and rough until we抮e both coming, good and glorious, at the same time.
But I don抰 want to stop looking at her.
Soaking up every beautiful expression, watching those gorgeous brown eyes darken with need and adoration. Letting her see me, all of me, and all the things I feel for her.
Violet bites her lip, and her feet brace on the bed, lifting her hips梖ucking herself up onto me.
揅onnor. . .?she keens because she抯 close. I can feel the flutter around me, the rhythmic clasping as she starts to go over the edge.
揘ot yet,?I gasp, pumping smoothly.
揚lease棓 she grasps at my shoulders, my back.
揘ot yet. If you come you抮e going to take me with you and I don抰 want it to end yet.?
揑t抯 so good,?she pants.
揘ot yet, not yet.?
I抦 groaning, because she抯 tighter now, squeezing down all around me.
揚lease,?she gasps.
Violet grabs for my hand and presses it over her mouth梥ealing her lips and the sharp, soaked cry that seeps out behind my palm.
Then she抯 gone. Her eyes roll closed and her neck arches梙er pussy contracts and her lips open on a silent scream as she loses herself in the cresting white heat of sensation.
And she pulls me right over with her, like I knew she would.
I press my face into her neck, inhaling the delicate flowery scent of her perfume梐nd pounding into her in blissful, wild thrusts. My mind goes blank and heat claws up my spine as pure, perfect ecstasy tears its way through me.
For several moments neither of us move. I love not using condoms with her條ove being able to stay inside her just like this梬here she抯 wet and hot and sticky with me.
I swallow hard and raise my head from Vi抯 shoulder.
揂re you okay??
Her eyes remain closed and her voice is drowsy.
揑 don抰 know. I think I might be dead. Or I died and came back. Either. Both.?
And I laugh. Because every piece and part and moment with her is so insanely good.
Eventually, I roll over onto my back and Violet cuddles in against me梙er leg draped over my hip, her arm across my stomach, using my chest as her pillow.
She mumbles a warning. 揇on抰 fall asleep. You have to take me home.?
I haven抰 had the chance to talk to the boys yet about Violet spending the night. I think they抣l be fine with it, but since she抯 the first woman I抳e brought into their lives since the divorce, it feels like a conversation I should have with them.
揑 won抰。？I give her a reassuring squeeze. 揓ust going to . . . rest my eyes for a minute.?
*
揅onnor! Connor, wake up梚t抯 morning!?
What feels like five minutes later, Violet抯 panicked voice drags me awake.
Because in the history of the world, 揺ye resting?has never worked out the way it抯 supposed to梕ven for doctors.
I clear the sleep from my throat and run a hand through my hair.
揧eah, I抦 up.?
The distinct sounds of life梩he hum of the television, the closing of drawers, and the clatter of spoons against breakfast bowls梖loats up to us from the kitchen.
揙h my God, they抮e awake!?Violet抯 eyes dart to the sun-filled window like a vampire who抯 lost her coffin. 揝hould I shimmy down the gutter??
揘o,?I chuckle. 揑t抯 too fucking early to shimmy down anything.?
I dig deep into the recesses of my dad experience梡ast, present, and future梩o come up with a plan.
And it抯 so simple it抯 genius.
揥e抮e going to walk downstairs and act like everything is normal. If we don抰 make a big deal about you spending the night, they won抰 either.?
Vi does not see the wisdom of my plan.
揧ou want me to do the walk of shame in front of your children??
揟hey抮e boys, Violet. Men in training. Easily distracted, self-focused, not big on noticing details. Trust me梚t抯 going to be fine.?
We get dressed. Violet wears her sundress and sandals from last night, washes her face in my adjoining bathroom, and I find a new spare toothbrush in the vanity drawer for her to use.
And then we walk downstairs together梒asually, nonchalantly梡ractically whistling.
All three of the boys are in the kitchen.
揗orning, guys,?I greet them. Then I pull out a chair for Vi at the kitchen table.
She sits down carefully. 揌i, boys.?
揌ey,?Spencer replies, shoveling a spoonful of Froot Loops into his mouth.
Brayden nods, not even looking at us, keeping his unbroken focus on his phone.
But Aaron . . . well, I may have underestimated the power of the teenage snark.
揇idn抰 make it home last night, huh??He immediately smirks.
And Violet looks like she wants to dissolve into the floor.
揧ou guys had a sleepover??Spencer glances from Vi to me.
揧eah.?I shrug. 揥e dozed off watching TV.?
He nods and goes back to his cereal.
Brayden doesn抰 care enough to comment at all.
That抯 my boy.
Aaron, I assume, files the information away to be used to his advantage at some later date.
揑抦 going to make coffee.?I grab the pot and hold it under the faucet. 揤iolet, do you want a cup??
揧es, please,?she answers, looking slightly more normal and less mortified. 揑 should bring my French press over梚t抣l change your coffee life.?
揙ooh, Franch,?Spencer says dramatically. 揧ou抮e fancy, Violet.?
Then he and Brayden kiss their fingers and start saying every French word they know.
揙oh-la-la.?
揙ui, oui.?
揃on app閠it.?
揋rey Poupon.?
Violet laughs at them, then smiles up at me, relieved that we抳e survived relatively unscathed.
*
Since Violet and I both have the day off, we decide to ask the boys if they want to hit up Great Adventure梐nd we抮e met with yeses all around. Even Aaron agrees to come, which is extra special since he typically avoids 揻amily time?like it抯 a death sentence.
We make a pit stop at Vi抯 house梩he boys skip pebbles on the lake while she changes her clothes梐nd then we抮e on our way to the amusement park.
Violet sits in the passenger seat next to me with her window down, bathed in the late morning sunshine and looking pretty enough to eat. The warm breeze teases the tendrils that have escaped the thick bun on the top of her head. She抯 wearing hot-pink sunglasses, a black Led Zeppelin tank top, and cute cutoff white shorts that are going to have my eyes glued to her ass all the livelong day.