Page 58 of Loving Violet
“I was stationed in the Middle East for most of my four years. It wasn’t all bad, there were stretches of calm where we mostly ran drills and handled logistics. But toward the end of my time, things got…dicey.”
My breath catches slightly, and I lean forward. “What happened?”
He hesitates, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of his plate, as if deciding how much to share. “We were on patrol one day, and it was supposed to be routine. But then an IED went off not far from our convoy. It flipped one of the vehicles, and a couple of our guys got thrown clear.” I feel a chill run through me as he speaks, his voice calm but laced with a weight I can’t ignore. “There were EMTs on the ground already, but they were overwhelmed,” he continues. “I didn’t even think. I just ran over to help. We managed to get everyone out, thank God. There were some injuries, but nothing life-threatening. Still…” He trails off, his gaze distant for a moment. “It shook us all up pretty bad. After that, we stayed pretty safe, but I think about that day a lot. How close we came to losing people.”
“You saved lives, though,” I say softly.
He shrugs, his expression conflicted. “I guess. I just did what I had to do. Any of them would’ve done the same for me.”
The room feels quiet for a beat, the weight of his story lingering between us. Then he gives me a small smile, as if trying to lighten the mood. “But hey, that’s the Army for you. It teaches you to stay calm under pressure, to think on your feet. I wouldn’t trade those years for anything. They shaped me into the man I am today.”
I smile back, feeling respect for him. “Well, I’m glad you made it back safe.”
“Me too,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Otherwise, who’d be here to tell you that Charlie Chaplin is a legend?”
I laugh, and the tension eases as we fall back into the rhythm of our conversation. But the image of Austin running toward danger to save his brothers-in-arms stays with me, a reminder of the depth beneath his easygoing exterior.
After dinner, we move to the living room with our glasses of wine. We sit close together on the couch, and I feel the warmth of his body next to mine.
“Thank you for dinner,” he says, looking into my eyes. “It was perfect.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I say, feeling a little shy under his intense gaze.
He reaches out and takes my hand. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he admits softly.
“Really? What have you been thinking?” I ask with a mischievous smile.
Austin leans toward me and when he is about to kiss my lips he whispers, “I have been thinking about how much I want to taste you. How I want to eat your pussy until you are begging me to fuck you. I also have been thinking on how much I would like to see these beautiful lips around my cock while I fuck this pretty mouth of yours.”
At his last words, Austin touches my bottom lip, then leans down to bite me. I immediately moan wishing that I could actually wrap my lips around his cock. In the span of a heartbeat, he descends on me like a storm. His mouth and mine tangle together, the slick rush between my thighs make me desperate.
Is this too fast? Can I really do this? This date count as our third date right? Ugh, I don’t fucking know.There are so many things going through my mind but the way Austin is kissing me is making it very hard to think straight.
His commanding groan thunders as it's trapped in his throat and chest. He cups my breast and squeezes hard. My breathing is becoming erratic and I am making needy noises that tell Austin that I am eager for his touch. I am consumed by his kisses and his touch that burns my skin.
I place both of my palms on his face and look at his eyes.
He stops and looks at me.
“I want you, please don’t stop.”
Austin nods in approval and goes back to kissing me like he owns me. His mouth holds me captive, keeps me from oblivion and he fists the front of my dress and pulls it down to expose my breasts. He looks at them both and then back at me.
That’s when it hits—he’s probably used to younger women with perky tits, not someone like me. These breasts nursed my son for over a year, and now they sag. Whatever he’s thinking right now, it’s impossible to tell, but the urge to read his mind is overwhelming. As he pauses, just staring, worry starts to creep in. Hands twitch with the instinct to cover up, but before they can, Austin steps in and says, “You are beautiful, and these perfect tits are mine.”
Then he leans and takes one stiff peak to his mouth and sucks hard, I push my breast harder against his mouth and moan loudly. I watch with aching reverence as he takes a long moment with my breast, his free hand cupping my pussy underneath my dress, both hands are busy making my pulse gallop. After Austin is finally satisfied with my nipples, he drops to his knees between my legs while pushing me gently to lie back against the couch.
His lids are heavy and his hair a mess from my fingers. Softly, Austin takes my dress off as his thick, rough fingers skate across my belly and down to my pussy that is covered by my lace panties. I can see the wet spot from here and I am not even ashamed of it. I’m quite proud that this man can do this to me.
Austin groans at the contact with the wet fabric and I can’t control the shaking of my legs. Austin opens my legs as far as they can, giving him a perfect view. “I’m gonna eat my perfect pussy and I don’t want you to hold back.”
I nod my head, because I don’t think that I can speak while he is touching me like this. The admiration on his face is like a prayer; his eyes never leave my pussy as he lifts me to take my panties off, slinging my legs over his shoulders, bringing him close enough that his breath caresses me. His arms curl around my thighs, spreading me open, tracing my fluttering flesh with his fingertips. At the first contact, I am a mess, shivering and moaning. I have never felt like this before and it’s barely a touch.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks, knowing that I am.
I can see it from here, but I answer him anyway. “So wet, Austin.”
At my words, Austin slides one finger into my entrance, and I am so close to the edge, I nearly come.
