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Violet: I’m heading home. Too much happened and I need some quiet time.
Liv responded only a minute later.
Liv: We are too. Lewis feels bad about keeping Elijah around. I’m so sorry he insulted you, but you were badass as always handling it. Did Charlie help at all?
Violet blushed, remembering exactly how Charlie had helped.
Violet: Yes, he did. I’ll be fine. Promise.
When Charlie pulled into the house’s driveway, he leaned over to kiss her once more. Her desire came back to her in a wave. Thank God they were finally home.
They both separated only to get into the house. The moment the door was shut, Charlie was kissing her against the door, and Violet wondered if he would take her right there.
“My room," Charlie said, pulling away from her. “It’s closer.”
She nodded, not caring where they ended up. All she cared about was getting more of him - his taste, his smell, him.
She wanted all of it.
Violet fell on the bed first, and Charlie pulled his shirt off to gaze at her hungrily for a second. Then, he was back on her.
If she thought kissing him was amazing, nothing compared to feeling his skin. She wanted more, and her dress was too much. Charlie’s hand found the zipper to her dress.
“Can I take this off of you?” He asked. She had never heard his voice sound like this. It was raspy and quiet, but so powerful it made her shiver.
“Yes,” she answered, and the zipper was pulled down.
Her dress came off, leaving her in her lace bra and underwear. For a short moment, she realized he could easily ruin her with words, but when she gazed up at him, he was looking at her like she was art.
“God, Violet," Charlie said. “I always imagined this, but nothing comes close to the real thing.”
She didn’t have time to think because he was kissing her jaw, her neck. Her body was alight with something new. Something she had never felt before. She was wet and empty, and all she wanted was for Charlie’s boxers to disappear so she could feel him inside of her.
Violet could feel him pressing insistently on her hip, and she knew he wanted it too. She was about to pull at his boxers when he started peppering kisses to her jaw, her neck, and then down her stomach.
“Can I?”
The last time a guy had gone down her was probably right after graduation. He had not been good at it. Violet didn’t think she could even come from it. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to," he assured her. “I really want to. Please?”
“I might not be able to finish from it.”
“That’s fine. I want to make you feel good.”
Well. She did have Charlie Davis offering to go down on her. She might as well take the chance while she had it.
“Okay,” she replied, biting her lip.
His first kiss felt odd. She wasn’t used to anyone touching her there, but it didn’t take long for him to find her clit, and once he did, she gasped and arched into him, desperate to get more contact.
If she thought Charlie was skilled with anything, there was nothing more skilled than his tongue.
He gently licked it, pressed his tongue against it. His other hand pressed against her stomach, keeping her grounded while she felt like she was floating.
Charlie gave her time. He made her feel good and then continued making her feel good. When she grabbed his hair and told him to move a certain way, he kept doing it.
It was heaven. It didn’t feel like a race towards an orgasm. Instead, Violet was able to lose herself in feeling. This wasn’t a performance; it was an experience - one she wanted a million times over.
