Page 67 of She Was Made for Me

“Fuck,” I grunt between shallow thrusts. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” She spreads her legs wider, trying to invite me deeper, and slowly, I feel her take all of my length. I have to fight the urge to pound her recklessly, pausing to examine her face, to check that I’m not hurting her. She’s panting and trying to move on my dick.

“Oh my God.” Her fingernails score my back. “You’re so much bigger than I realized.”

Well, if that doesn’t give me an ego the size of Brooklyn, nothing will.

I give a slow roll of my hips, bringing my mouth back to hers. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “So good.”

I slide my hands behind her to grip her ass as I rock into her, and she moans into my shoulder, biting my skin. Everything about her is pushing me further away from my self-control, and I know it won’t be long before I snap.

“I’ve thought about this so many times.” Violet’s lips move to my ear, her teeth grazing my lobe as I thrust into her. “I made myself come thinking about you.”

Jesus Christ. That’s it.

I growl as I rise to my knees, forcing her thighs back so I can get deeper. “You thought about me fucking you? Making you come on my cock?”

“Yes.” She nods, her breath catching as I increase my pace.

“You touched that sweet little pussy and imagined my tongue?”

“Yes.” Her eyes press closed and I growl again.

“Look at me, Violet. Watch me fuck you.” When she brings her gaze back to mine, I pump harder. “Good girl.”

“I love how bossy you are,” she rasps, eyes hazy and unfocused, cheeks flushed with pleasure. “It drives me nuts when we’re working together, but right now, I love it. I love how you’re taking what you want.”

I slow my thrusts, lowering myself to claim her mouth with mine. “What I want is you. You’re all I can think about. You’re all I want.”

“Then take me,” she whispers. “However you want me, take me.”

I press my forehead to hers, my breathing ragged. I tell myself it’s from the sex, but the squeeze in my chest tells me it’s more than that. I’m getting in way too deep, way too fast, with the last person I should be looking at, let alone touching, but I don’t care anymore. I just don’t fucking care.

As I thrust into her, I slide a hand between us to stroke her clit, desperate to make her come again. She wants me to take what I want, but what I want is for her to feel good.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, writhing underneath me. She tightens around my cock and I take her hands, pinning them to the pillow above her head. Her body shakes and spasms as I slam into her, trying to hold my own release at bay. It’s only when her moans subside, when I’m certain that she’s come, that I let my orgasm break.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Waves of pleasure crash through me harder than I could have imagined, and a guttural groan tears from my mouth as I bury myself deep, gathering her close. Her lips find mine, our tongues merging as we both slowly come down from the high.

Then we lie there, limbs tangled, chests heaving with shallow breaths. She trails kisses over my shoulder, sighing happily, but my pulse won’t slow down. It’s not the sex, it’s more. It’s her. It’s the feeling in my gut that I don’t want to let her go.

But I have to, because she wriggles away with an embarrassed laugh. “Um, I’m going to go and take care of…” She gestures vaguely to her lower half, and I manage a gravelly laugh.

Shit, it’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I’ve forgotten my manners.

“No, stay there. I’ll get you something.”

I pop into the bathroom to find a washcloth, my heart a steady boom in my chest. I expected the sex to be good, but that was something else entirely. That was like finding a lock for some random key that’s been on my key chain for years, not realizing how desperately I’d needed to find where it belonged. The way Violet and I fit together… it’s like she was made for me. Not only physically, but in every way possible. My heart knew it even before my body felt it, and now I’ve experienced it in the most carnal, primal way.

Fuck. I don’t know how I’ll recover from that.

I return to find Violet hovering beside the bed, and hand her the washcloth before turning away as she cleans up my mess. When I glance back, she’s looking at me with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Should I… go downstairs?”

“No.” I need her here, with me. I reach for her, tugging her down into my arms. “Stay. Sleep beside me.” I nudge my pillow closer and she buries her face in it.

“It smells like you,” she murmurs, smiling to herself.

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