Moving and shifting, he started to count backwards from one hundred in an effort to continue until she found her own release. But in the end, he couldn’t do it. She felt too amazingly perfect. She was shifting against him, small, desperate sounds coming from her throat, making him lose even more control. She was so close, he could feel her body shivering, her thighs straining harder. So when he knew his body was going to explode, he reached down and helped her, his thumb finding that spot and, in only moments, she screamed as her body throbbed around his own. That was all it took for him to completely lose control and find his own orgasm, holding her close and trying to continue as long as possible in order to draw out her pleasure.
After the tornado was over, he collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and his body pulsing with a pleasure so intense, he couldn’t even open his eyes.
When he rolled over, he pulled her with him, not willing to release the intimacy just yet. He smiled when he felt her curl up against his side, her soft body pressing against him in all the right places. He had to chuckle at that, wondering if there were any wrong places for her to press her breasts against him? He doubted it.
And then the reality of this night hit him between the eyes. He’d just had sex with a prostitute! Of all the desperate, pathetic actions, he couldn’t believe that he’d wanted a woman so badly that he’d literally paid for her services. Clenching his teeth, he pulled away from her warmth and stood up, walking to the bathroom.
As he stared at himself in the mirror, he was surprised to find blood on him. Was she on her period? Then something hit him. There was that moment when he first…it was only a small moment, and she hadn’t looked like she’d been in pain. But had she been…? Was this…?
He washed up and came back out, looking down at the woman curled up with the blanket over her naked body, and something changed inside of him. “Violet, were you…” the idea was so ridiculous. The check, her stepfather’s claim, the date-night experience that she specialized in….
She rolled over, keeping the quilt tucked under her arms in a way that not even her dainty toes showed. “What?” she asked, smiling up at him.
Creek couldn’t resist that smile. He walked over to the bed and peeled back the quilt one more time. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, as he kissed the soft skin behind her ear.
Violet laughed, feeling like her world had changed to a lovely shade of pink. “You probably just have bad eyesight.”
He ignored that comment as he lifted her up so that she was straddling him. “Is that the problem?” Creek stuffed a pillow behind his head for a better view.
Violet looked down at the man who had just done the most delicious things to her body. She’d waited so long for this? Goodness, if she’d known that sex would be so wonderful, amazing…she would have done it a long time ago!
But no, she looked down at Creek, thinking that she was glad that she’d held out for so long. It was different with this man. She’d never felt any desire to make love until he’d come into her life.
No declarations of love, she reminded herself, even though her heart was filled to almost bursting with the need to tell him how she felt. He made her feel special, like a princess. And the way he was looking at her now, her body was already heating up, wanting him to repeat all of the things he’d just done to her.
Pushing that thought away, she tried to resist the urge to pull the blanket back over her nakedness. Violet was trying to pretend that this was okay, that she was perfectly comfortable with him staring at her breasts this way, even though she was cringing and wondering what he must be thinking about.
“Yes. And you’re cruel too, starving a woman after an event like that.”
He laughed but slid his hands up along her sides. “Oh, you have no idea how cruel I can be,” he replied back, lifting his head and pulling her forward so that he could take a pert nipple in his mouth.
Violet moaned as the heat hit her once again. “I don’t think I can do that all over again,” she told him, even as her body shifted so that he could treat her other breast with equal care.
But he ignored her declaration, and moved his mouth to her other breast. No longer was she feeling self-conscious. Instead, she was naked, and her last thought was that she was glad they didn’t have to waste time getting rid of clothes for this round.
Chapter 7
Violet looked around, feeling cold, but not exactly sure why. And exhausted! Oh my, not to mention a tenderness she’d never experienced before. Her bedroom was cold and dark, and she missed Creek’s warmth behind her. All night, he’d held her in his arms, made love to her two more times and made her scream out with the need for him to give her that climax.