"All right," Jonathan said softly, and his hand slid down to her panties again. This time, he pushed his fingers under the band and sought out her flesh underneath the fabric. "But I want your hands all over me, Violet. I want to feel every ounce of your skin against my own for every moment."
"I can do that," she told him in a low, sweet voice. "It'd be my pleasure." Her hand went to his cheek and she cupped his face as he placed his hand over her mound. He wanted her to touch him? She'd like nothing better. Her fingers trailed down his neck and over one muscular shoulder even as she felt his fingers push between the slick lips of her pu**y, seeking out her deepest warmth.
He groaned at the feel of her. "God, you're dripping wet for me, Violet. I can't wait to get in there and drink you up. I want that sweet honey of yours coating my tongue."
She whimpered at his words. If that was true, then why were her panties still on? It was the last item of clothing she wore. He, meanwhile, was fully dressed. She dragged her fingers against the collar of his shirt in a silent plea. Skin. That was what she wanted. Hot, delicious, bronzed skin against hers.
His fingers pushed deeper, and she felt him sink one into her core. Violet moaned, bucking against his hand. "Oh, yes!"
"You're so wet and tight for me, Violet." He thrust his finger deep into her again and ground his palm against her cl*t in a motion that sent thrilling shock waves through her body. "God, I love how wet you get for me."
She moaned, pushing her h*ps against his hand. "Naked, Jonathan," she begged. "Want you naked."
"In a minute," he told her. "I can't wait any longer to taste you." His fingers slid from her warmth and she whimpered a protest. A moment later, his face was pressing between her legs, her panties bunching under his chin as he pushed his face down to lick her pu**y. His hands framed her mound, pushing her panties back and pushing her lips wide, exposing her clit.
Then he leaned in and took a long, slow taste.
Violet nearly came off the bed with pleasure. "Oh!"
"I've missed this sweet taste," he murmured against her flesh. "I want this every day for the rest of my life. Morning, noon, and night."
She moaned when he tongued her cl*t again. "Jonathan, please."
"Please what, love?" Even his breath against her skin was driving her wild.
She sobbed at having to state it aloud. "Please make me come."
"Oh, I plan on it. I need more of this sweet juice to lick up." He dragged his tongue down her now-swollen folds, groaning with pleasure as he did. "I plan on making you come over and over again."
Violet arched against his mouth, trying to push her flesh against his tongue in suggestion. He continued to lick her, and every swipe and caress of his tongue was driving her maddeningly closer to the edge. Not quite over, but closer. Her fingers went to her ni**les and she began to caress them in time with his tongue. "God, your mouth," she groaned.
"You're so lovely, Violet. So beautiful. I want you to come so hard for me. Come on my face so I can drink it down."
His words and her own teasing hands slammed her over the precipice; she came with a moan, her legs trembling as he continued to lick her with sure, slow strokes, lapping up every bit of wetness until she was shuddering with every lick as it sent aftershocks through her body.
Jonathan finally raised his mouth from her flesh, his lips gleaming wet, his eyes hot with passion. "Nothing tastes better than your come."
She stretched her arms over her head languidly, feeling delicious. "You're way too good at that."
He licked her pu**y again, making her quiver all over. "It's my favorite thing in the world-seeing you lose control in my arms."
Violet tugged at the collar of his shirt again. "You know what would give me pleasure? You getting na**d so I can put my hands all over you."
His eyes gleamed and he pressed one last kiss to her mound and sat up. "I can do that."
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him as he stripped off his jacket and then his shirt, muscles flexing. She lifted her foot and pressed it against his lower abdomen as he reached for his pants. "Man, I don't know about you, but I've forgotten all about poetry."
"What poetry?" he asked, and gave her a wicked grin that made her shiver.
"My thoughts exactly," Violet murmured, pulling her foot back when he bent over to shuck his pants. A moment later, he stood upright and stepped out of his pants, and she gave a sigh of pure pleasure at the sight of him, na**d and gorgeous. "That's much better." She sat up and began to run her hands down his chest, a little sigh of contentment escaping her. "You're so hard all over."