"Violet! Violet! What's wrong?!"
Violet became aware of someone shaking her, and she realized she was no longer in bed. As she came to full awareness, she noticed that she was straddling Tate on the couch, and his hands were gripping her upper arms. It was eerily similar to the position the doppleganger and Tate had been in a few seconds ago. Except Violet had her clothes on, and Tate was very much alive.
"Wha - -? You're not dead?" Violet whispered as she made eye contact with Tate.
"Nope, still here," Tate said as he brought one of his hands up to her face and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
His hand came back to her face and he slowly wiped away a tear with his thumb that she didn't even realize she had shed. She took a shuddering breath and her eyes were drawn to his lips when he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it.
His lips quirked up in a half smile and he asked, "Are you okay?"
Violet shook her head a little. She felt like she was in a trance. She realized she was still straddling Tate and she had no recollection of how she got there. She made a move to get off of his lap, but he brought his arms around her to keep her in place.
"Stay. I like the weight of you on me."
Violet stopped her movement, but then looked frantically around the room.
"Where is she? Where'd she go?" She asked, afraid that her doppleganger was hiding in the room somewhere.
"Who are you talking about? It's just us," Tate tried to reassure her.
Violet relaxed her posture and let out a deep breath. It was all just a nightmare. I guess my night terrors have come back, she thought dejectedly.
Suddenly, she became aware of Tate's hands rubbing her lower back, and she was reminded of the position she was currently in. What am I doing on his lap?
She nervously bit her bottom lip noticing the feel of him beneath her. Violet looked at Tate and said, "Um, how did I get on your lap? The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the bed."
Tate looked intently into her eyes, and Violet felt like he was searching for something within her. He stopped rubbing her back, but he brought his hands to her hips. He let out a sigh after a few seconds, and it almost sounded like a sigh of disappointment.
"I'm an insomniac. So, when you fell asleep I played some games on my phone. You must have been asleep for an hour and then you woke up. I was kind of glad that you couldn't sleep either because I like talking to you. You got out of bed and walked over to me. I asked you if you had a bad dream, and you just smiled and shook your head no, then you climbed onto the couch and straddled me. To be honest, I was surprised, but I'm not gonna lie, I was hoping things would go this way between us, so I kissed you. Things were getting heated but then you broke away from the kiss and started screaming like someone was trying to kill you. Now I see you were sleepwalking or something," Tate said in a defeated tone.
Violet felt her heart skip a beat at his words. She didn't know he felt that way about her. She cupped Tate's face with her hands, leaned down, and kissed him. It was a soft, tentative kiss, and it seemed like he was holding his breath. She pulled away to gauge his reaction to her kiss. His lips were still pursed and he slowly opened his eyes to look at her.
Whatever he saw in her eyes sparked something in him because he suddenly crushed her body against his and he swung them around so that he could lay her down onto the couch, reversing their positions so now he was on top of her.
Tate attacked her lips while she cradled him between her thighs. Soon he was thrusting his tongue into her mouth and she gyrated her hips rhythmically up to better feel him as he grinded his erection against her. Still, it wasn't enough. She wanted more.
Breaking away from their kiss, Violet heatedly whispered in his ear, "More. I want to . . ."
He stared intently at her and Violet felt she could get lost in the dark depths of his eyes.
"Are you sure? It's been a while for me and I don't want to hurt you," Tate whispered back.
Violet gave him a shy smile and nodded her head.
"I'm clean and I'm on the pill," she said, which must have been the magic words because Tate's eyes lit up and he smiled, showcasing his dimples.
He leaned down, kissing her, before gathering her up in his arms and walking over to the bed.
After placing her on the bed, he sat her up, and pulled her t-shirt off. Then before she could move, Tate swiftly pulled off her flannel pajama bottoms along with her underwear. Violet felt herself blush and she instinctively covered herself with her arms.
Tate smiled at her shyness before pulling his own shirt off. Violet's eyes greedily took in the sight of his bare chest, and she licked her suddenly dry lips when she detected his goody trail.
He gave her a cocky grin, knowing she was checking him out, before shoving down his jeans and boxers and kicking them off.
Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, and Violet lay down, anticipating the feel of his body over hers. She felt butterflies riot in her stomach, and she felt herself get embarrassingly wet when his shoulders wedged themselves between her thighs. Violet looked down when Tate didn't move further up her body.
Tate stared up at her for a few seconds before bringing his gaze down to her pussy. Violet knew what he was about to do before she felt the swipe of his hot, wet tongue.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, closing her eyes, and bringing her hands to Tate's head to better hold him in place.
Tate groaned when she gripped his hair, and he started to lick and suck all around the folds of her pussy.
Violet felt tingles racing down her thighs and she got even wetter once Tate slipped two of his fingers into her pussy. She no longer felt shy and she started to move her hips as he started to pump his fingers in and out. He lavished her clit with kisses and licks, and Violet knew she was going to cum soon.
Tate started pumping his fingers into her harder and faster, then he sucked her clit into his mouth, and Violet felt herself shatter. She screamed out her climax, and she felt her pussy walls squeeze around Tate's fingers.
Tate removed his fingers from her still trembling pussy, and quickly climbed up her body.
"Sorry, this might hurt a little," Violet vaguely heard Tate say before he impaled her pussy with his cock.
"Oh!" Violet exclaimed at the feel of Tate inside her. It had been a while for her too, so she knew she was a little tight. It didn't hurt, per se, but it did pinch a little.
Tate grabbed her hands and brought them above her head. He gripped her hands firmly and began thrusting in and out of her.
"You . . . feel . . . so . . . fucking . . . good," Tate murmured, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.
Violet could actually feel his cock tap her cervix with each of his thrusts, and soon her body was ready to climax again.
Suddenly, Tate let go of her hands, and wrapped his hands around her throat. He slowly started to squeeze as he continued to pound his dick into her.
Violet started to panic because it was getting hard for her to breathe, but at the same time her body became even more aroused and she was at the brink of cumming again.
"That's it, Violet, take it. Take all of me," Tate grunted as he drove his dick balls deep into her.
Violet opened her mouth to try to tell him that she couldn't breathe, but then her vision started to darken and suddenly it wasn't Tate above her.
It was a man in a black rubber suit.
Her eyes widened and she started to panic when she found she couldn't even scream, but just then her body seized up as she started to cum.
Suddenly, the hands around her throat relaxed their grip, and she could breathe again. When her vision cleared, she saw it was Tate above her, not a man in a black rubber suit. So, when she screamed it was one of pleasure instead of fear since her body was experiencing one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.
Tate was now pistoning in and out of her pussy so hard, her body was moving up the bed, and soon her head began banging against the headboard of the bed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Violet!" Tate yelled out, stiffening his body as he came.
Violet felt the hot, pumps of his ejaculation into her pussy, and for some reason it made her cum again.
She felt him tremble against her, then he relaxed his body and came down to lay on top of her.
Violet brought her arms around him to hold him, but as the hazy cloud of sexual satiation started to clear her mind, she couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened. She had never been choked before during sex, and why did she imagine a man in a black rubber suit when she started to black out?
She felt Tate give her a soft kiss on her neck and then he moved to roll away from her to lay beside her. He grabbed her hand, laced his fingers with hers, and brought her hand to his lips to give it a kiss.
"I didn't scare you, did I?" Tate asked as he turned his head to look at her.
Thinking about the man in the black rubber suit did scare her a bit, but she looked Tate in the eye and said, "No. It was intense, but I wasn't scared."
Tate squeezed her hand and said, "It was intense for me too. I bet I can actually go to sleep now. Are you tired?"
Violet nodded her head, and then turned on her side so that Tate could spoon her. She did feel sleepy, but at the same time her mind kept nagging her about what just happened. It just felt like something was wrong, even though her body felt completely satisfied.
Tate tucked her against him and drowsily said, "I could get used to this. What time is it anyway?"
Violet looked at the bedside table to look at the digital clock. Her brow furrowed when she realized the time.
Feeling a sense of deja vu, Violet replied, "It's 3:33".