Violet Never Did A Morning After Before
A big body was curled up around her when Violet woke up. Strong arms held her tight, and just as she was about to scoot to the edge of the bed and escape, the night before flashed in her head. Shit, she’d slept with Gio, hot, gorgeous firefighter. What the fuck had she been thinking? He’s seen her in all her unshaved and natural glory. The fucking man lived beside her. She saw him almost every day. They were friends for fuck’s sake. Oh fuck, he saw her naked.
“If you’re going to run, make coffee before you leave.” Gio’s voice was husky as he scooted up closer behind her. “Or option two, we have morning sex, and then you make coffee before you run.”
“No wonder you’re single, your sweet morning talk has me so swoony and weak in the knees.”
The rough chuckle that ruffled her hair caused her to smile. “Good thing you’re lying down then. So, what about that morning sex?” His big rough hand squeezed her breast like he was honking a fucking horn.
She growled and rolled, pushing him to his back so she could straddle his hips.
“Got that running shit out of your head.” He smugly smiled up at her and crossed his arms under his head.
“Why do I like you again?” She crossed her arms under her breasts and watched his gaze as it locked on the plump oversized curves.
“Because I’m sexy?”
His fingertips teased her nipples causing them to tighten into big hard nubs. If she had anything she was self-conscious about, it was her nipples. Those bastards when erect could be seen from outer space.
“Nope, seen sexier.”
“Because you like my dick?”
To emphasize his point, he pushed the base of his cock deeper between her plump pussy lips.
“It’s alright, a little crooked, and really, dicks ain’t pretty. Besides I can get better at the sex shop.”
“You a Pro-Domme or something? Because, damn, you could get paid a fortune for your humiliation techniques alone.”
“I have been thinking of a career change.”
Why the fuck was she so happy just sitting there on his morning hard-on and talking? She hated everyone except Lauren, but that woman was her best friend. She hadn’t known Gio long enough for the level of absent irritation. Even the honking of her breast and his smug look only amused her. She uncrossed her arms and drew patterns on his hairy stomach with her nails.
“Why were you thinking of running?”
She huffed and threw her head back. Staring up at the ceiling, she wondered if she wanted to tell him the truth or a version of it. Gio’s hands cupped her hips and moved up to her sides; they were so big that they covered her ribs. Gio gave her a little shake.
“Talk.”
She lowered her head and brought her chin to her chest. “I’ve seen all those women who shave, wax and pluck every stray fucking hair. I wiggle.”
“I like when you wiggle.” He used his thumbs to push against the underside of her breasts and caused them to bounce.
“You’re weird.”
“Not weird, unique, and why the fuck do women have to live up to every bizarre fad that’s reported as the new sexy thing? So, you’re not shaved bare, if people like it that’s their thing. That doesn’t mean everyone has got to do it. I happen to love every curve and hair. Or didn’t I prove that enough last night?”
She looked down to watch one fingertip stroke the line of fine, pale hair that went from her belly button over the curve of her lower stomach to the top of her bush. She watched his expression. Studying the changes, the way he licked his lips and the tight curve of his mouth. His cock jerked beneath her, and she couldn’t help when her hips rolled.
“If that’s what I wanted, I’d find it, but it’s not, and I won’t regret that last night I had my head between your thighs licking those fuzzy pussy lips or my cock buried inside you. I’ve wanted you since you tackled me. I won’t be ashamed that I like the woman sitting here straddling my hips talking to me.”
“Shouldn’t the morning after be all flowery and romantic, or awkwardness paired with a walk of shame?”
She’d always assumed her first time would be her walking out of some strange guy’s or a boyfriend’s place to never call or be called again. She hadn’t expected to be sitting there naked and talking like it was any other day. She reluctantly admitted to herself she liked it. She really liked Gio.
“I don’t want you ashamed when you walk out my door. If you are, then I didn’t make you feel like I should’ve. Don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t planned last night, and I thought I was just a girlfriend with chest hair. I was pleasantly surprised to find out I didn’t have to pretend that I didn’t want you or what happened.”
She flinched slightly as he stretched out his arm and reached into the open drawer of the nightstand. He removed a condom, and he nudged her stomach with his free hand. She observed his every move as he ripped open the packet, slid the condom on and tapped her hip.
“Hop on…we’re going to play a game.”
“That sounds like the start to a bad horror movie.” He snorted and seemed to ignore her sarcasm.
“First one to break has to make coffee and breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the base, holding him up and she moaned a little at the slight discomfort as she lowered herself down the thick length.
“If you’re sore we—”
“Hey, just because my toys aren’t made with Giant cock molds doesn’t mean I can’t handle it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Gio’s ma’am broke off in a deep groaned as he pushed his head back into the pillows.
Oh, she liked that. She closed her eyes at the stretch and the small twinge of pain. She was a lot smaller than Gio, and for the first time in her life, she was happy for her lack of height. She loved how delicate Gio made her feel—it was a new and novel experience. His thick bush teased her clit as she settled her weight fully on him.
She started to move her hips, and he grabbed them in a bruising grip.
“Don’t move, just be still.”
How the fuck was she supposed to stay still?
“What’s your favorite color?” His tone was strained and almost sounded like he was in pain.
“Don’t make fun of me. I like pink.”
“Why would I make fun?” He groaned, and his entire body shuddered, seeming to work upward from his toes. “Fuck, I wouldn’t make fun of you.”
She felt a slow smile spread across her mouth as she noticed him breaking out in a sweat. She tightened around him a few times, sucking in her stomach, not to hide it, but to grip his dick as hard as she could. She shivered at the pleasure, but he was worse off. He threw his arms over his head and wrapped his big hands under the headboard.
“I said no moving.”
“I didn’t move.”
“What do you fucking call that pussy clench you just did? That’s called cheating.”
“No that’s called an involuntary reflex to having a huge object inside me.”
“Now I’m huge?”
She ignored his question. “What’s your favorite color?”
He removed one of his hands from the headboard and cupped one of her breasts, and he stroked her nipple. “Dusky mauve, the color of your nipples, and both sets of those beautiful lips.”
She took a shuddering breath. “Isn’t touching me cheating?” A sheen of sweat broke out over her body.
“You clenched that pussy, so you changed the rules.”
“Is that right?” She laid her hands flat on his ridged stomach and canted her hips back and forth. His thickness dragged along the inside of her pleasure clenched pussy. “Interesting, if I can change the rules, why not? I’ve never been much of a rule follower.”
His hand curved over the front of her thigh and his fingertips sunk into the softness.
“I can see you’re a com—” Gio growled. “Complete rebel. You should have an anarchy tattoo.”
“I’ll put it on my list.”
She squeaked as he sat up and pressed his lips to hers. “You want to play, little girl, let’s play.”
She didn’t have time to respond or think before he flipped them and started to pound her into the mattress.
She whispered against his lips, “I won.”
“Baby, don’t get used to it. Now, scream my fucking name.”
He slammed into her again, forcing a choked scream to tear from her throat and all arrogance over her win fled.