Page 35 of Tasting Innocence
Chapter Thirteen
After gettingViolet to lie on her back, I lay on my side, considering that’s the only way both of us can occupy the bed unless one of us is on top of the other, and I can’t think about that scenario too long right now.
I stare into her eyes and say, “If you ever want me to stop, just say so.”
She nods once, sinking her teeth into her pillowy soft bottom lip.
I kiss her mouth softly before planting a trail of kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Her body squirms as whimpers escape her lips.
Easing away, I begin to push her long T-shirt up, watching her closely and waiting to see if she’ll stop me. She doesn’t. Instead, she lifts up, making it easier to bunch the material up around her waist.
She’s wearing a pair of white satin panties with a lace trim, giving off all the pure, innocent virginal vibes. And fuck if it makes my cock throb.
“I want to touch you.”
Violet nods, her eyes hooded and filled with lust.
I inch up and kiss her again while my hand slips under the material of her underwear, and my fingers run over her clit and between her lips, feeling the wetness of her arousal.
I groan into her mouth as my cock thumps against her leg. She gasps, her chest heaving as I bring my slick fingers back to her clit and begin to rub circles.
“Oh God,” she moans.
I watch her face as it twists and contorts with pleasure. Her eyes are squeezed closed, but she swipes her tongue across her lip before digging her teeth into it. I quicken my pace slightly, putting only a little more pressure, and her lips part as she cries out.
“Dex.”
I’ve never loved hearing my name more.
My fingers slide down her slit, slipping through her wetness, but I barely allow a fingertip to prod her entrance. She gasps and squeezes my arm, so I rotate my digit but don’t push it in much farther.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.
“Christ, Vi,” I exclaim, bringing my fingers back to that tiny bundle of nerves. I kiss her neck, and without thinking about it, I rut up against her side, seeking some sort of friction. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She releases a sinful sound that has me burning from the inside out.
“That feels so good. So good, Dex,” she gasps, digging her fingers into my shoulder. It’s not much later that she comes undone. “Oh God, oh God, ohhhh shit!” she cries.
I mash my lips against hers, hoping to quiet her screams of pleasure, and when her body relaxes, I allow my fingers to travel lower once more, reveling in how wet she is.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes once I pull away from her mouth.
Begrudgingly, I remove my hand from her panties, but I make sure to lick the remnants of her arousal off my finger tips.
Her jaw drops slightly and I grin. “Mm. I can’t wait for more of a taste.”
“What about you?” she asks, looking down at where my dick is threatening to rip through the material of my shorts.
I stand up so I’m no longer stabbing her thigh with it, and tuck the head behind my waistband. “I’ll be okay.”
She grins. “You’re gonna jack off in your room, aren’t you?”
“Well, if we’re being honest…” I say with a chuckle.
“I can...do something,” she says, moving up to her knees. “I may be a virgin, but I know things.”
I reach for her hand and help her out of bed so she’s standing in front of me. “What kind of things do you know, Vi? And how do you know them?”