Page 87 of Mariposa
KADE
We were supposed to fuck all night, but she tapped out after the fourth orgasm. And when I say tapped out, I meanpassed out. She fainted when I had her bent over, her curvy ass on full display. Her back to my chest, licking and nipping on her neck when we both came at the same time. I filled her up with my cum, with slow deep strokes, my hands gripping her ass cheek until it turned red, with my other hand around her throat.
All the windows were fogged up. Our bodies were covered in a thick layer of sweat when her body went limp in my arms. I thought I had killed her for a second there with the way she went lifeless. Thankfully, she still had a pulse. I should’ve asked her to come to my room where the AC actually works, but we were too busy fucking like it was our last night on this Earth to stop.
I lay her down in the bed, covering her with a thin blanket, and she lets out a cute whimper in her sleep. Fuck, I could keep fucking her until I die if she lets me.
If things were different.
I don’t want to think of the consequences. I don’t want to see her with another man, either.
I clear my throat. The need to hold her comes over me. Climbing back into her small bed, with my hand on her breast, I pull her closer. She shifts and climbs onto my chest, still asleep, pinning me down on my back. Five minutes later, light snores vibrate against my chest tattoo.
I chuckle, moving my wet hair out of my face to watch her sleep. My eyes shut, and the demons and phantoms of war are gone. My mind empties of everything but butterflies.
Suddenly, Violet starts to fidget. Her nails accidentally rake my skin, leaving a trail of red. Her lids are still closed, but her arm lurches over my abs. I grab hold of her wrist, soothing her skin up and down with my fingers.
“D-Dad…n-no…”
“Please. I’m s-sorry.”
Those are the only words I can make out of her murmuring through pursed lips. She’s still asleep, but whatever is on her mind haunts her.
Is she having a nightmare about her father?
She jolts awake with a deep breath, sucking in air as if she can’t breathe. Warmth slides down her cheeks and onto my chest. Her chest rises and falls hastily as she buries her face deeper into my chest, like she doesn’t want me to let her go.
“Violet. Were you having a nightmare?” I ask as gently as possible.
My thumb swipes her tears away, but she’s still unable to look at me.
Silence.
“What was happening?”
“I stopped breathing in my sleep. I thought I was drowning,” she concedes, sweat dripping down her brow.
I don’t bring up what she said in her sleep. All I’m worried about is making sure she’s okay. Still, what happened to herfather? He’s her reason to join the military, and I want to know why her mother treats her so cruelly because of it.
I tilt her chin up to meet mine, and she doesn’t resist. I get lost in her honey eyes and quickly press my lips against her soft ones, then swipe them with my thumb. She hums, enjoying the gesture, dipping her head until it entirely rests in my palm.
“Let’s go to my room.”
She shakes her head.
“No…we can’t get caught. We shouldn’t risk it. It was just a nightmare. I’m okay, really.”
I hush her with a thumb to her lips.
“Violet. I don’t like liars, and I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you.”
The weekend isa blur of insatiable lust. I’ve fucked Violet Isla every which way I can think of, bending and folding her, claiming every inch of her body. It’s a four-day weekend, and I’m soaking up every single second.
Since her AC isn’t working, she stays every night in my room and sets an alarm for six in the morning to return. Today, she woke me up with my dick in her mouth. I fucked her throat hard, and then I switched to her pussy. She collapsed in my arms and fell back asleep.
This is the first time I’ve slept with a woman who wasn’t Penny. After the fucking is done, I leave or she does, but this time? I’ve slept the best I have in fucking years. Since joining the military, I have only gotten three to four hours per night, max.
Morning comes around, and the golden sun peeks through my blinds. Before 0630, I lurch toward Violet’s cell and turn off all the alarms. Dropping her phone to the nightstand, I rise to my feet, naked. I turn around and watch her breathe peacefully.I can’t unglue my eyes from the angel that sleeps in my bed. I’m addicted. Crossing my arms over my chest, I feel the happiest I’ve felt in a long time, and it’s because of her.
