Violet on top is his favorite position. He loves the way she looks in the soft light of their bedroom, her porcelain skin glowing. She'd worried to him about her breasts being too small, but he thinks they're perfect, pert and just enough of a handful, with sweet pink nipples that call to him. He answers with soft lips and a grateful tongue. He loves the little whimpers she makes when he suckles her. She's still shy when she's on top. That turns him on, too.
He places his hands on her hips and helps her find a rhythm. Her body reveals more to him than her face allows. Her sex, silky wet, grips his cock eagerly. She avoids looking at his face. She hides behind a curtain of her hair, and when he pushes it away, she turns her head. He knows well enough that Violet does not like losing control. She tries so hard to be tough, acting so self-assured, over-bored, guarding her fear and insecurity behind her anger. He loves that he can disarm her this way.
He thrusts up inside her and she gasps, her grip tightening on his shoulders. He does it again and watches her face change, her eyes close to focus on the sensations they are creating together. He holds her hips down and rides up into her, hard, until she's bouncing recklessly, her head falling back. She grips his wrists, attempting to take back the reins, but he knows she wants this, wants him to make her come. Oh, he wants to see her come, he wants to see her face open, unguarded, pure, and amazed. He wants to bring her to that place.
"Tate...Tate...Tate!" she cries, he pushes into her, deeper, reaching..."Tate...Tate..." She's there. He watches her mouth fall open to release a silent cry as her sex gushes and pulses around him.
When it's over, she pauses, shudders. He's close now himself and he nudges her with his hips. She comes back to him then and begins to move. He closes his eyes, relishing the rush of her warm juices, slicking his cock.
Suddenly, her pulsing stops. He opens his eyes.
"Did you hear that?" she whispers. She's looking at him for the first time.
"No."
"Shh! Listen."
He allows for a brief moment of stillness and pushes up into her again.
"Wait!" she gasps. She turns her head towards the door. A thump emanates from somewhere deep in the house. "There it is again."
Tate moans, his cock pulsing, so close to release. "It's just one of the others" he rasps, trying to coax her hips back into motion. Probably those tw – "
A deeper, louder thump interrupts him.
"What the hell?" she says.
He can't lose her to this. He's so close.
"Don't worry, Vi. It's probably just some dumb kids trying to break in."
"Break in?"
"Yeah."
He doesn't actually care who or what the fuck it is, he just needs her to keep – moving- her –
"Why are they trying to break in?"
There. She's rocking him again, her hips absently following his guiding hands.
"Because they've heard the place is haunted," he says. That's it, that's it, like that...
"A lot of my parents' stuff is still here. They could – " Just…keep…like…that…
He puts a hand up to cup her breast. "Shhh... It's nothing Vi," he whispers, stroking her soft skin, lightly pinching the nipple. "I'm sure of it." I'm sure I'm about to explode so hard into you.
She pushes his hand away.
"Well, can you go down and see?"
"Go down and see?"
"Yes! Tate!"
He plunges desperately into her again. She brings her hands down flat on his chest to still him.
"Come on, stop. I'm serious."
"Violet, are you trying to kill me?"
She lifts herself up, cruelly releasing his cock from her wet hot sheath.
"Sorry. Too late for that," she answers with a sly grin. He groans miserably, his cock aching for release. She grabs her dress from the chair.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed."
"Violet, we're invisible! And, Jesus, we're kind of in the middle of something here."
She tosses a pillow at his head.
"Those noises are freaking me out. Don't be a dick!"
"See, it's just that it's all about my dick right now," he says, not able to hide his frustration.
She pauses to note his discomfort. She smoothes down her dress and reaches out a hand to stroke his curls. "Sorry about that," she says guiltily. "I'll make it up to you.:
"Yeah, whatever. Nevermind."
"I just – "This time a pounding, like a giant, angry fist against metal shatters the stillness. Violet looks at him pleadingly.
"Alright," he sighs, wincing a bit as he sits up. He can't resist that look in her eyes, the one that lets him know she needs him. "Let's go check it out."
