Blazing Hot Spring

by Fiona Starr

  I run my hands between her thighs and ease them apart. She watches me, her eyes on mine. She doesn’t blush, she doesn’t look away.

  Her pussy is so wet, it glistens. And when I part her lips with my tongue, she whimpers with pleasure. “Oh god. Yes.”

  I move slowly, letting it build for her. I don’t want to rush things and there is nothing like watching her respond to me. Whatever shyness she experiences in her normal life, does not exist here. She spreads her legs wide as I probe her with my mouth, tasting her sweet nectar and letting her reaction stir my cock until it aches for her.

  I take her clit with my lips, gently at first and she bucks under me, pulling away.

  “Oh, Sorry. Oh my god.” She’s breathless.

  “It’s all right. Does it feel good? Should I keep going?”

  He looks at me as if I am crazy for asking. “What? Yes. Please, yes.” She throws herself back onto the pillow. “Do it again.”

  “As you wish.” I go down on her, gently again, kissing her and sucking her and letting her wetness fill my mouth. Then I take her clit in my mouth again and suck, but this time I don’t hold back.

  “Oh!” Violet whimpers and squirms under me. I grab her ass and hold on, letting her move while I pleasure her. She grabs me by the hair pulls me to her, pressing me against her. “Harder. Oh god! Yes! Charlie, harder!”

  I move my hands between her cheeks and let my fingers brush over her opening. Her breath stutters and she’s so close, I can feel it. Her swollen clit dances under my tongue and when she comes, she screams into the pillow and then comes up gasping.

  My body is screaming for release, but it doesn’t matter. I can wait. Seeing Violet unleashed like this… it’s all I want. I want her to love this, to love me. I want her to know that when she is with me, there is nothing to hide; no reason to be afraid. I want her to know that if she’ll have me, I belong to her.

  Chapter Twelve

  VIOLET

  If this is what it’s like with his mouth, what will it feel like with when he’s inside me? Charlie is so gentle, so caring, so tender as he touches me, and yet he’s relentless as he brings my body to climax. I want him to own me. I want my body to be his. I want to do this again, and again, and explore every inch of him.

  I want him to know every inch me.

  He lays down next to me, and I feel his hardness on my thigh.

  “That was amazing,” he says. “You’re amazing.”

  I shake my head and I want to look away, but I don’t. Instead I look him right in the eye. “Thank you. I didn’t know it could feel like that.” I lean in to kiss him. His mouth tastes different, musky… I realize with a start that this is me on his lips. The thought sends a flood of wetness between my legs.

  “I want more.”

  “Already?” He laughs.

  I nod and he watches me, pausing for a moment. “Are you sure?”

  “I am. I want this. I want you.”

  He reaches across me and opens his night table drawer. When leans back, he’s got a condom in his hand. He tears the foil with his teeth.

  I take it from him. “Show me?”

  He shifts himself so he’s on his back and pulls the condom from the wrapper. Then he shows me how to place it over the top of his erection and roll it down over his length.

  “It’s so tight. Does it hurt?”

  He smiles. “No. I mean, it’s better without, but it isn’t bad.” He puts his hand on my hip and looks at me with his soft gray eyes. “You ready?”

  I blow my breath out. “I am ready.”

  He doesn’t dive in. But instead he starts at my mouth and kisses me gently, his tongue pressing into me, moving with me. Then he runs his tongue over my chin and along my collarbone, licking me, raising gooseflesh over my skin with the chill.

  His hands move between my legs and then he touches me with his fingers parting my lips gently as he presses himself into my entrance.

  “I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  “Okay.” My mind races with a jumble of thoughts that circle and spin. I am so nervous and excited and thrilled and afraid and will it hurt and will he want me after and oh my god this is really really happening.

  He moves his hips and I feel my body take him in. It’s only a little at first, but he slides inside and then he stops and pulls away and I decide instantly that don’t like when he pulls away, not one bit. I need him closer, deeper.

  When he comes forward again, he pushes against me harder this time and the sensation of him filling me is so unexpected, so perfect and wonderful, I could weep.

  He moves over me and I sink into the mattress under his weight. I arch under him, not knowing how I know but letting my body guide me. It knows what to do. He slides onto his back and holds himself inside me as he grabs my ass, moving me, pulling me, rocking me over him.

  “Oh Violet.”

  I bend to kiss him and he sits up, and with his hands on my hips he controls my body. His mouth is on my breasts, my nipples between his teeth, his hands hold me as I lean back and ride him, understanding for the first time what it means to trust another person completely.

  Then we move again and I am on my back, my legs wrapped around him as he begins moving faster. I run my hands over his back, feeling the sweat as I trace the contours of his muscles.

  He moves his hips and whatever part of me he’s touching sends a zing through my body that starts in my toes. My body catches his rhythm and we move together, the intensity of our need overpowering any will we might have.

  He thrusts into me and I feel my body hum around him. “Charlie, yes. Yes. Yes!

  He bites my ear it makes me gasp. “Violet, oh god. Oh.”

  We come together, spent and satisfied. I have never felt this close to anyone in my life. I feel like I could trust Charlie Blaze with anything. The feeling is calm and sure, and when he smiles up at me, I feel like I could do this forever.

  We lay under the covers in silence, my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest. I listen to his heart and his breathing, and when he draws in a deep breath I know he’s about to speak.

  “I wish I had tried harder to get to know you back in freshman year.”

  “What? What a funny thing to say.”

  He runs his hand over my hair. “I mean it. I feel like… I…” He stops.

  “Feel like what?”

  “Nothing. Forget it.”

  I get up on my elbow so I can see his face. “No, come on. Don’t hold back.” How can you hold back anything with a person after you’ve done what we’ve done? The thought comes and I know it’s naïve, but it’s how I feel.

  He watches me and I can tell he’s deciding whether or not to tell me what he’s thinking.

  I push on his chest. “Come on. Please?”

  He closes his eyes. “I feel like this—what we have between us—is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I feel like it’s something most people don’t get to experience at all.”

  I know what he’s saying, but I need to hear it. “What do you mean?”

  “Do you believe that there are people in the world who are meant to be together?” His voice is quiet, serious.

  “Like soul mates?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know. I have some cousins of mine who met their soul mates and would totally agree. But whatever you want to call it… I think it’s real, and what if you’re that person for me?”

  I think back over the past two years and how every time my mind went quiet it ended up on thoughts of Charlie. “If I told you that I’ve been thinking about you for the past two years, would you believe me?”

  He smiles. “That’s what I mean… I wish I had tried harder back then. I thought you weren’t interested.”

  “Yeah. Sorry. It’s not something I am proud of, believe me.”

  He grins up at me. “Let’s make up for lost time then, shall we?” He throws the covers up over his head and moves down between my legs.

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sp; I grin, surprised at how comfortable I feel. “Yes please.”

  First Epilogue

  ONE YEAR LATER

  CHARLIE

  “You ready?” Violet calls from the bedroom.

  I step into my shoes and adjust my tie in the mirror. “Yeah. Did you find your tassel?”

  She steps through the bedroom door and sashays across the apartment we moved into six months ago. Her cap is askew and her gown flows out behind her. “Yes. It was under the bed. How do I look?”

  “I think black is the new black.”

  “Oh my goodness, you shop in the same place I do?” She holds my arms out to get a good look at my cap and gown, which are identical to hers.

  She moves in and kisses me and then shifts my tassel from one side of my cap to the other and then back again. “Which side do we start on?”

  “No idea.”

  “Ok. Let me check my make up one more time and then we can go.”

  She heads back into the bedroom and I fumble into my pockets, suddenly nervous. When I get the velvet box out, I stare at it, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

  I drop to one knee and wait.

  When Violet returns she gasps and her eyes well up with tears.

  “Charlie!”

  I had some words ready, but they are gone and I have to wing it. “Violet, this past year has been the most incredible time of my life. I have never been so happy as I have been with you. You’ve taught me how to be totally myself and I can’t imagine a life without you by my side.”

  “Oh, Charlie.” She steps toward me, her hands over her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she drops to her knees and kisses me. “I love you.”

  “Violet Duchenne, will you marry me?”

  “Yes, Charlie Blaze, I will marry you.” She rubs her nose against mine and smiles.

  Our foreheads touch as I slip the ring onto her finger and then we get to our feet and I wipe the tears from her face.

  She laughs. “And I used to think that the only time I’d get to love you would be in my diary.”

  I cock an eyebrow at her. “Wait. You write about me in your diary?”

  “Oh my god. I can’t believe I said that.” She gapes at me and her face flushes red. I haven’t done that to her in a long time.

  “That’s all right. No pressure. You can read it to me some time, it will be like a bedtime story.”

  She swats at my chest.

  “So, how does the real thing measure up to the diary version?” I ask, pulling her toward the door.

  She blushes. “Oh, you’ll do just fine.”

  Second Epilogue

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  CHARLIE

  Violet leans back into her pillows, a wicked smile on her blushing red face as she turns the page in her diary and continues reading.

  “Charlie takes his hand and brushes the hair away from my eyes, his fingers caressing my cheek like a feather. I turn and guide his hand to my lips, sucking his long fingers one-by-one, taking them deep into my mouth so I can taste even this part of him. I want to touch every inch of his body, explore the contours of every muscle. He was blessed with an incredible physique and I want to know it all.”

  “Damn, Vi. That’s hot.” I roll over so I am lying between her knees. “You have a whole diary full of these little passages?”

  She arches a brow. “I have two. One for freshman year, and one for sophomore. I stopped writing about you after we met.” This makes her blush even more.

  “And is there anything you’ve imagined that hasn’t come to pass?” I ask, not teasing or making fun, but curious to hear what she has to say.

  I was her first, her only. And after overcoming her shyness, it started us on a path where we communicate about everything—in the bedroom and out. The caveman in me loves that she’s mine, while the rest of me just wants to make sure she’s happy.

  She closes her diary and drops it on the bed, her smile wide and playful. “You’ve exceeded all expectations, Charlie Blaze.”

  I crawl up so my chin rests on her belly.

  She runs her fingers through my hair. “Too bad men don’t keep secret sex journals about the women they desire,” she muses, laughing.

  “Oh, god. That would be a disaster of boobs and moaning and more boobs. Nobody needs that.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I doubt your diary would be so awful. What would you write about me?” she asks.

  “Is that a challenge, Violet Duchenne?”

  Her eyebrows shoot up as the possibilities race across her face. “Maybe?” She clutches her hands to her chest like she’s making a wish.

  I get up onto my elbows. “All right. Let me compose my thoughts for a moment.”

  I take a deep breath and begin.

  “Violet throws me onto my back, the force of her passion surprising in someone so small.”

  Taking my cue, Violet sits up and heaves me off of her legs, rolling me onto my back.

  “She straddles me, slipping her hands under my shirt and pressing her nails into my chest.”

  She does as I say, and before long, my shirt is on the floor.

  “Her mouth is warm on my neck, kissing and licking as she makes her way to my ear…”

  I close my eyes and try hard to concentrate, but her touch is like an inferno.

  “My cock grows hard as Violet touches me. It throbs, waiting for the promise of her glorious pussy, so wet with need that I…”

  “Oh boy.” Violet giggles as she bends and kisses my mouth. Then she slides her hands inside my shorts and wraps her fingers around my cock.

  “I slide out of my shorts and as soon as I am naked, Violet kneels next to me and takes me into her mouth.”

  I stop talking, and instead watch her suck me, feeling her tongue tug at me as she strokes my balls and gently scratches the skin there.

  Slowly, she pulls away, catching her breath. “I know how this story ends,” she whispers.

  I reach between her legs and she continues to take my length into her mouth. Her glorious pussy is indeed so wet with need that I…

  “I want to taste you,” I whisper. My voice feels hoarse with desperation.

  Violet moves over me and opens her legs to straddle my face, my cock in her mouth the whole time.

  I take her, probing and licking, teasing her with my tongue. Then my mouth pulls on her slick clit, homing in on this one spot, knowing that this attention is what she needs.

  She responds with a gentle moan and sucks harder, her head bobbing faster, faster. I take my cue and pull her clit with more force as I enter her with my fingers.

  We roll to our sides, thrusting against each other, our mouths taking our bodies in with urgent need and the desire to please each other.

  Her moans tell me she is close to the edge. I push, push, taking her with a relentlessness that I know she likes. She releases my cock and gasps, panting and clutching me, hanging on to my thighs as I send her over the edge and falling into ecstasy.

  Violet rolls onto her side gasping as she strokes my cock. After a moment she sighs. “Shall we go for a sequel?”

  I shrug. “They are rarely as good as the original.” I feign a lack of interest. Her hand feels so good.

  “We’ll see about that.” She gets on all fours and turns away from me, glancing back over her shoulder. “From behind, Charlie. Fuck me, hard.”

  Her words make my blood race. She’s never said that to me. She’s talked dirty a few times, but always quietly and shy. I love that she just tells me what she wants, and I love that she wants everything. I am here for all of it.

  I get up on my knees and inch over to her, easing my length into her as we join.

  She arches up onto her knees, her fingers stroking me as I glide in and out of her wetness. I bring my hand around and finger her clit, which makes her buck against me.

  “Yes, Charlie. More.”

  I do as she says, thrusting and rubbing, trying to hold on.

  She moves her hand under
mine and begins to pleasure herself, her practiced hand moving in ways my own hands haven’t yet found. “Harder. Fuck me harder!”

  I grab hold of her hips and pull her to me, our bodies smashing together, over and over, my cock pushing all the way into her, feeling the heat and the tightness with every single motion.

  She whimpers once, softly. Then again, more urgently this time. She’s close, so close.

  I close my eyes and let go so we can come together at last, our pleasure intertwining for the peak.

  We drop to the bed, spent and sweaty, our bodies relaxed as we tangle together.

  “Thank you,” Violet breathes.

  “You’re welcome. Thank you, too.”

  “I mean it, Charlie. Thank you. For being so… so…” She stops as if searching for the words. “I like that I can tell you everything, that I can trust you with everything.”

  Her words make me smile. “Of course. I love that you share it all with me.”

  She leans back on the bed and smiles. “I keep wondering if this is all a dream and I’ll wake up one day and realize it’s just a page from my diary.”

  “This is real, Violet. It’s more real than anything I could have ever imagined.” I kiss her gently. “And I love you.”

  She smiles and touches my cheek. “I love you, Charlie Blaze.”

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