Page 68 of Wallflower
I swipe a finger into the waist of her panties and a subtle rush of arousal colors her cheeks. She’s so fucking pretty like this that I want more.
I lean closer and whisper against her ear. “I love the way you blush for me, Wallflower.”
A flush of pink bursts underneath her collarbone, and I drag the tip of my nose across the swell of her breasts to inhale the gentle floral fragrance of her, then press my lips to her warmth.
“And you bloom prettiest when you come.”
I can feel the rush of blood pooling under her skin. It makes me think of heat rushing to other parts of her body, the way it’s rushing to my cock right now. I think of her swollen, wet and throbbing, and slide a hand up her inner thigh.
“Wait.”
Violet sets a hand over mine, and I immediately freeze. Her eyes are hot and wide, her lips pink and swollen, and her breath comes in fast little pants that drive me wild.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you uncomfortable?”
She shakes her head and closes her eyes like she’s gathering strength.
“I want…” Violet’s tongue darts out of her mouth, her eyes dropping to where our hands are locked together between us, and she expels a breath in a rush. “I want to touch you.”
My dick swells so hard and fast it’s painful. I growl and push a hand into her hair, gripping a handful of the strands and yanking her closer to me for a hard kiss. Fuck. I want her to touch me too.
She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, nails digging into my shoulders, before pushing on my chest and pulling back. There’s a small but pleased curl to her mouth, and I bite my own lip to stop from leaning in and nipping hers.
“I want to touch you,” she repeats, “but I want to do it right. You know exactly how to touch me, and I want to do the same for you.”
“Wallflower.” I run a thumb over the pink tinge on her cheekbones. “I’m ready to come just thinking about your hands on me. You couldn’t do it wrong. It’s impossible.”
The color in her cheeks brightens, and her eyes drop to my crotch before bouncing upward again. “Could you show me what you like? Please?”
I swallow, arousal and expectation whipping through my blood. “You don’t have to beg me for anything. Whatever you want is yours.”
She rolls her lips, and I can see nervousness behind her eyes, but then she lifts the hem of my shirt like she wants to remove it. I oblige, reaching around to the back of my neck and slipping it off over my head. Violet blinks rapidly, eyes tracing the lines of my pecs, arms, and abs, and when her focus reaches the waist of my jeans, she swallows and fumbles at the fly.
“Relax,” I tell her, taking her hands as I lie back on the pillows, stretch out, and unbutton my pants. “We can go as slow as you want to go.”
Violet nods and kneels on the mattress beside me, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, and I watch her reaction as I slowly push my jeans over my hips, taking my underwear with them and letting my cock spring free. The slight widening of her eyes and the tiny gasp she tries to hide makes my blood pulse and my dick jump.
With a fiery blush, she lowers her gaze, and I lift her chin. “You okay?”
Her tongue darts out again, and I picture it circling the crown of my cock. It twitches again, and Violet nods as she stares and whispers, “I’m good.”
“Give me your hand,” I order, my voice cracking with anticipation.
Violet extends her arm, and I turn her hand over. I pick up the olive oil on the nightstand, drizzle a little of the golden liquid into her open palm, and set the bottle aside. I massage the oil into her skin, both of us unable to look away as our fingers slipand slide against each other. I don’t stop until her skin is slick and the oil is warm.
I guide her hand toward my cock, moving slowly so she can pull back if she wants to, but Violet just bites her lip and stares at her small hand cupped inside my much larger one.
With my fingers framing hers, I start with a light brush of her fingertips. I almost jump out of my skin at the first touch, squeezing my eyes closed and breathing through the torturous sensation of her touch sweeping along my length from root to tip. I swirl her thumb over the crown of my cock, dragging it through the bead of precum balancing in the slit, then curl her hot hand around me and guide her grip up and down. It sounds like sex and feels so wet, so tight, but I move slowly, slipping my dick through her oily fingers as I settle into the feel of her.
I open my eyes when she moans quietly in the back of her throat, and it’s near impossible not to blow at the mere sight of her—bright-eyed, pink-cheeked, aroused by my cock in her hand.
Violet shifts forward, her gaze moving from my dick to my face and back again, like she’s not sure where to focus, and I know exactly what she’s feeling. I don’t know where to look either. The wonder and lust on her face are breathtaking. Her hand around my dick is fucking everything.
I breathe harder as I watch her slender hand move beneath mine. I pump her grip up and down and circle her palm over the crown. I squeeze her hand to indicate more pressure, my abs get hard, and my ass clenches as I thrust into her grip, and I reach over to guide her other hand to my balls. I curl her fingers around and underneath so she’s cupping me, then groan with need as I give a little tug.
Violet breathes almost as hard as me, and I grunt as I fight the urge to explode. I work her hand firm and fast, playing with thetip, concentrating on the base, until I just want to see her fingers wrapped around me and nothing else, so I let her go.
She doesn’t falter as she takes over the rhythm I’ve set. My cock slips in and out of her tight fist, and I claw at the sheets as she brings me to the edge.
