Page 72 of Crash
“You’re incredible.” His eyes were hooded, his cock still firmly inside me.
Everywhere his hands touched, my overloaded body burned in a really good way. I didn’t want him to stop stroking my skin and massaging my swollen breasts. The fear of a man’s touch that I’d held all this time was gone. He took it. He took it and kept his promise.
Violet Fuller was alive.
Twenty-Seven
Lincoln
I’d known it all along, and shit, I liked it when I was right.
With the right woman, sex was more than just physical release, but I didn’t know how to explain the feeling. I had no words.
Violet was curled up in my arms, her tiny hands wrapped around my waist, her nakedness refreshing against my skin. Up until now, waking up next to her had been great and all, but having her like this?Epic.
Turning my head, I pressed my lips against her hair. I was glad she chose me.
My movement must’ve woken her because she moved against my side, rubbing her clit against my hip. She sighed softly—this long, satisfied, and contented sigh—her hand moving and landing on my nipple[CS1]. Her thumb circled and I closed my eyes, reveling in her touch.
“I’ve created a monster,” I muttered sleepily.
“Quit your complaining,” she replied, rubbing her hand over my stomach.
“One thing I’ll never complain about,Vee,is sex. I’ll take it anytime, anywhere.”
Her eyes widened. “Anywhere?”
“That wasn’t literal.” Shit, sometimes her innocence blindsided me.
“Good, ‘cos I don’t want to share you.”
Her words hit me right where it counted, and I tightened my grip on her.Damn straight. I didn’t want to share her either.
Rolling onto my side, I coaxed her onto her back and pressed my knee between her legs.
“Are you?” She gasped as I flexed against her leg.
I let a smile pull at the corner of my mouth. “Good morning.”
Placing a kiss on her neck, she moved underneath me, grinding her leg against my cock.
“We don’t have to,” I muttered, moving my mouth until it was against her breast.
“I like it,” she whispered. “After all this time fearing it…” She trailed off, her green eyes beginning to glass.
Oh, no you don’t.
Moving over her, her legs widened, and I settled between them, cupping her face in my hands. “Is this okay?”
She nodded, biting on her bottom lip. “It doesn’t bother me when it’s you.”
“Good.” I caught her mouth with my thumb, pulling her lip free, and then I kissed her.
She began to grind underneath me again, massaging her thigh against my hardening cock. I moaned into her mouth, tangling my hands in her hair. Matching her rhythm, I hoped she was pleased with herself. Vee was fast becoming very good at turning me on and getting what she wanted.
When I pulled away to find another condom, she groaned in complaint, letting her fingers rub over her clit in my absence.
“Shit,” I hissed, fishing around in my wallet for the last condom I had on me.
