violet

The words leave his lips in a husky whisper, sending a wave of anticipation rippling through me. He walks me over to the sofa and gently guides me to sit. He begins to slowly sink down, while spreading my knees far apart, the passion in his eyes never waning. Seeing him positioned between my legs, looking up at me with such intense desire, it does things to me that I’ve never felt before.

Neo’s hands slide to my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. His lips follow his hands, pressing hot kisses against my abdomen through the thin fabric of my shirt. Then his warm breath teases my exposed skin, causing me to clench around nothing.

With his hands, he lifts my wide hips off the cushion easily, grabbing the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties and pulling them both down my legs, then tossing them to the ground. He keeps his palms underneath my ass cheeks and lifts my pussy to greet his ravenous mouth.

“Neo...” I moan out his name, arching my back off the sofa even higher as his mouth finds its destination. The sensation is overwhelming; a tsunami of pleasure that causes stars to burst behind my eyelids. My fingers thread through his hair, pulling lightly as he explores and tastes.

“Violet,” He murmurs hungrily against my skin, causing an all-too-pleasing vibration, “Look at me, baby.”

I open my eyes, meeting his smoldering gaze. There’s something incredibly intimate about holding eye contact in the midst of such ecstasy. His tongue resumes its slow exploration and I can’t suppress the moan that slips past my lips. “This is–”

“So fucking good,” he finishes my sentence.

His hands grip onto my ass tighter and I can feel his smirk against me when another moan tumbles out from my throat. He’s taking great satisfaction in the fact that I am losing my mind, but I can’t think about that right now. Hell, he should take satisfaction in what he’s doing because he’s doing that shit very well.

The pressure builds within me like a raging storm. I am lost in him; in the warmth of his touch and the taste of his lips. I wish this feeling could go on forever, numbing me to the reality of the day, making me forget about all the struggles that lay ahead. I definitely don’t want this to end.

And then it crashes over me, a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves me trembling and gasping for breath. Neo draws back slightly and I watch him, heavy-lidded eyes drinking in the sight of his handiwork. His fingers brush against the inside of my thigh as he begins to rise, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Violet,” he whispers, sliding back up to align himself with me. His eyes burn with an intensity that makes my heart thunder in my chest. I clasp my hands around his neck, fingers lost in the tangle of his hair as I pull him closer for another kiss, a languid meeting of lips that thrums with the afterglow of our intimacy.

His arms encircle me, pulling me flush against him as he lifts me clear off the sofa and onto his lap as he takes the seat in my place. I straddle him, adjusting my body until I find a comfortable position atop his, a place where his rock hard length presses against my aching clit. There’s a rawness in his gaze that leaves me breathless all over again, and I can’t help but run my fingers over his muscular chest.

“I want to be inside of you,” he confesses, his effervescent blue eyes continually holding mine in place.

“This is a big step for friends,” I say, flirting hard, not even recognizing my own raspy voice.

“Fuck being friends. You’re mine now, Grinch. And you better let the loser back home know that things have changed.”

“That’s not a very romantic confession,” I tease, scooting myself back a little so that I can unbuckle his belt.

“I never said I was the romantic type,” he growls.

He lifts himself with me still on top of him to assist me in my quest, opening his fly and pulling down his jeans. It’s not an easy task, no matter how easy movies make it look, so I decide to take matters into my own hands.

I dismount and bend down on my knees in between his massive thighs, slowing pulling his jeans down to his ankles. I keep my eyes on his, as I pull each leg down and over his ankles. When his jeans are off, there are only his boxer shorts and a very large bulge sitting right in the center. I smile, lick my lips, and ready myself to take his massive dick inside of my mouth.

Hey, it’s only fair.

“Violet, what the fuck–”

I pull his dick out of the fly of his boxers and lower my mouth onto the tip. I’ve never given head to a man this big, so I pray that I can get my oddly small jaw open wide enough to accommodate his size. I guess the universe doesn’t give you more than you can handle because by a miracle I’m able to almost deep throat him.

His right hand grips the edge of the sofa cushions as his left one slides itself into the roots of my hair, freeing it from its messy bun bondage.

“Yes, Violet,” he murmurs my name like a prayer. “Fuck, yes.”

I hold the base of his dick with my hands and give a slight twist as I continue to work his length with my mouth. It doesn’t take long to bring him to the edge.

“Violet, I’m going to come. Where do you want it?”

A surprisingly submissive part of me wants him to come wherever he wants to.

Down my throat.

On my breasts.

Along my back.

Across my ass.

I don’t give a shit.

But he doesn’t ask me again and soon releases with a satisfied grunt completely down my throat.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he commands thickly, and I do as I’m told.

I’m on my knees, staring up at him, pleased that I was able to make him feel good, as he stares down at what feels like awe of me.

“You are so beautiful in this light, Violet,” he approves, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Let me see the rest of you. Let me see what’s mine.”

Without hesitation, I pull my sweatshirt off, revealing my bare, heavy breasts, and my dark nipples quickly pebble from being exposed to the cool air of the room.

“Stand,” he orders in a clipped manner, which only makes me more excited.

I’m standing totally nude, with my flaws and all, in front of this man, but he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen with just a look.

“Turn around.”

I stand facing the door, my backside to him.

“Beautiful,” he offers.

By the time he tells me to turn around again, Neo has completely disrobed, his lion tattoo on full display, and is opening a condom packet. While I’ve already seen his entire body because of his antics by the pool, there’s something different about seeing him now. Maybe it’s because I know I’m about to experience it and not just watch.

His dick is standing straight to attention when he tells me to, “Come and sit back on my lap and spread your legs wide for me. I’m going to want to get deep inside of that sweet pussy.”

I can feel the desire practically pooling between my legs, I want this man so badly.

“Hold your tits for me. Hold them up high.”

I cup my heavy breasts and hold them up as he wraps his lips around the nipple of one of them.

My head falls back in pleasure.

With his hands, he grips my hips and slowly guides me down the massive girth of his penis.

Oh. My. God.

The fit is tight, so tight that I don’t know if it can physically happen.

“Rock back and forth, baby. Just a little bit. That’ll help me get in.”

I try moving my hips, but I’m so out of my depth that I’m not sure I know what I’m doing. I never did this position with Elijah. It doesn’t seem to be working.

Without warning, Neo bites my left nipple, and I let out a groan of blissful pain that surprisingly gives my vagina more slip. He flattens his tongue to soothe where he just bit as I work my hips further down, then does the same thing to the other breast.

“Ahh!” I cry out, a bit confused as to why I’m loving the dual sensations.

“That’s it, Violet,” he groans. “I’m almost balls deep.”

When I’m finally down, that’s when the really good part starts.

“I’ll do all the work. Just wrap your arms around my neck,” he tells me.

I hold on tight as Neo rams his hips in an upward motion, filling me to the hilt, making me gasp with each and very delicious stroke.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy for a fucking long time,” he tells me in my ear.

His filthy words only make me want him more and I grind my hips against his thrusts, wanting nothing more than for him to fill every part of me. Devour me.

I’m riding him!

I’m actually riding him and he isn’t doing all the work.

I feel like a goddess and so sexually powerful.

“Lean back a little, baby,” he whispers through sweaty breaths. “I’ve got you. I just want to get to your clit.”

I lean back as he holds me at the base of my spine with one hand, and uses the thumb of the other to rub my sensitive clit.

“Neo!” I cry.

Between being full of him and his fingers on my clit, an orgasm of titan proportions is building inside of me and is about to release like a tsunami.

“Whose pussy is this, Violet?” He demands to know through a clenched jaw.

“Um,”

He completely stops moving.

“Is this my pussy?” he repeats the question.

“Yes,” I answer harshly, but of course I would probably say anything to get him to finish. “Can we finish?” I beg.

“Now that we’ve cleared that up,” he laughs wickedly. “Let me make you see stars.”

In a flash, he lifts me up, turns me around, and guides me carefully back down on top of him in the reversed position. It’s much easier this time because I’m sopping wet and my vagina’s already had a nice yoga stretch.

We start moving again, but it feels different in this position, almost as if there’s “more” of him inside me. When he wraps his arms around me, using one hand to fondle my breast and the other to stroke my clit, my knees naturally fall open even wider.

“That’s it right there, baby,” he praises. “Give me all of this.”

The release is shattering.

I feel as if I’m falling down into a sweet abyss as I surrender my body to this man.

His body shudders quietly into its own release and afterwards I fall back into his embrace, sweaty, satisfied and totally spent.

He continues playing with my breasts as I take deep labored breaths, still coming down from the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I could sit here in his arms forever if it wasn’t for the sizzle noise we both hear from the oven.

“I think you need to baste your chicken,” I tell Neo.

“I think I just did.”

“Would you stop playing?” I giggle, happier than I’ve been since… forever. “I’m still waiting to taste this infamous five cheese macaroni.”

“Okay, let me go clean up and then I’ll feed you.”

I kiss him on the cheek. “Yay, I can’t wait.”

“And after dinner…desert.” His eyebrows wiggle, knowing exactly what we’ll be doing after dinner.

“I can’t wait for both.”