Violet Among The Roses

by Cricket Starr

Nick had to laugh. The ladies certainly had that right. He found a small switch on the bottom and moved it, and immediately the thing came to life. It vibrated his hand, nearly causing Nick to drop it. Violet’s giggle grew more nervous at the sound.

  Remembering Nina’s toy on the television last night, and the response of the woman she’d used it on, Nick wondered if Violet would have the same reaction. Not that he wanted her to enjoy a toy better than his equipment…but it wouldn’t hurt to experiment.

  “I want to try something, Violet.”

  Her gaze darted to the vibrator. “With that? I’ve never used it, Nick.”

  “It’s all right. I know what to do. Just lie back and trust me.”

  Eyes wide, she obeyed, her nervousness palpable. Remembering how skillfully Nina had applied her version, Nick ran the vibrating head across her nipples, wringing a quick whimper of pleasure from her. Encouraged, Nick repeated the action, careful not to press too hard and over-stimulate her. Violet closed her eyes and trembled as he slid it along her belly, leading to the tender places of her womanhood. Moments later she clutched the sheets when he let it glide past her soft mound and into the folds that surrounded her clit. Using the utmost care, he gently caressed her most sensitive parts, letting the vibration do the work rather than the movement of the phallus.

  Violet’s appreciative moans stated the toy’s effectiveness. When he pulled it away, her eyes opened in dismay. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  Grinning, Nick held it out. “You do it, Violet. I’ve something to take care of.”

  “But I told you, I never—” she began, flustered.

  “Then I’ll enjoy it all the more, watching you play with it for the first time.”

  Her cheeks grew pinker than ever, but she took it from him. Shyly she placed the vibrating head just outside of her woman’s mound, the soft curls shivering in sympathy. Tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm, Violet pushed the artificial cock across her opening, letting it linger on her clit. Repeating the action, her head flew back and she gave several sharp cries.

  For a few moments Nick enjoyed the sight of his woman pleasuring herself, until he remembered what he’d been looking for when he’d found her toy. He tried another drawer and found the condoms, tearing the side of the box in his hurry to get one of the small packages. He was more careful when it came to opening the foil itself, not wishing to damage the sheath within.

  How much longer did he need to wear one of these? Now that Violet had agreed to become his wife, surely he could persuade her to have his child. Maybe not immediately…but sometime soon. In the meantime he rolled the thin rubber into place.

  Cock covered, he leaned over Violet and took his buzzing competition from her. Switching it off, he put it out of her reach. “My turn,” he told her with a meaningful grin.

  Her attitude was sweet anticipation as she allowed him to turn her again onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air and waiting for him. Enfolding her in his arms, Nick positioned his cock to enter her from behind. As soon as his cock felt her narrow slit, he pushed inside, his way eased by the heavy sexual dew accumulated there. The vibrator had done its work in preparing Violet for him…only the faintest moan indicated that she wasn’t immediately ready for him.

  Even so, her sheath was tight around him and Nick had to hold himself from an instant climax as her pussy clutched at him, milking his cock. He pulled back and pushed forward again, making the stroke easy. Holding her around the waist, he guided her to move with him, setting the pace slow at first, only speeding up as her own passion began to drive her. Soft moans grew more earnest as she reached the first stages of pleasure.

  Incipient shudders ran down her back, and Nick drove harder into her. He reached around and found her breasts, swinging in time with their undulating bodies. Their heaviness filled his hands, and the tips were pebble hard against his palms. He tweaked them and was rewarded by Violet bucking against him, her cunt clutching his cock. Leaving one hand to toy with her nipples, his fingers found the swollen nub between her legs and rubbed it in time with his thrusts.

  Violet stiffened and cried out beneath him. “Nick, more. Please.”

  Her legs widened to give him deeper access and he took full advantage to sink further into her. One hand rested on her belly, and he could almost feel the end of his cock through the skin as it slammed into her. One thrust, then two, then four, then ten…he kept up the pounding until it seemed each plunge into her was in time with his raging heartbeat. Within him tension built, with every thrust into his lover’s body.

  Violet shuddered again, another level of passion reached, and a drawn-out moan came from her. Nick groaned his own answer as she rocked back into him, taking all of him and then some, taking the pace up herself as she drove to an ultimate climax. His fingers dug into her waist and held on, no longer able to control either Violet or his own movements.

  With a cry he gave up the battle and spasmed, once, twice, his cock pulsing and spilling seed to be caught in its rubber container, his mind soaring on passion’s wings. Violet collapsed forward onto the bed and Nick enfolded her in his arms, breathing heavily into her neck. He fell to his side and cradled her close.

  They lay together, lungs struggling to recover forgotten breaths. Violet’s back was warm against his chest and her hair a soft fluff under his cheek. He rubbed through it to find the soft skin of her neck, so he could nuzzle his woman, his lover, soon to be his wife.

  She would be his wife until death parted them. By giving up his existence as a statue, he’d be giving up immortality, to choose a single life of limited duration, to choose sickness, aging, and eventual death.

  His choice would be to live one life with warm, loving Violet by his side, as opposed to spending an eternity as cold stone. In the afterlife to come they’d walk together as they did in this one.

  It was a bargain if ever he heard one.

  Nick nuzzled Violet’s shoulder, the flame of passion banked for the moment. Not for long, he could tell. Soon he’d want her again.

  But for now it was enough just to hold her. “So, what else do people do when they aren’t making love?”

  She laughed. “You are forever asking that.”

  “I want to know. What else do they do?”

  “Oh, watch TV. Talk, read.”

  “I can’t read.”

  Her eyebrows wriggled mischievously. “Why don’t we change that? We could start with your first reading and writing lesson.”

  He pulled her closer and nibbled on her ear. He was too full of good food, great wine, and warm woman to want to study right now. “Maybe later.”

  “How much later?” Violet asked, her voice teasing. In answer he kissed her. As always, her lips ensnared him. He couldn’t get enough of them, as if they held a drug he’d become dependent on. Maybe there was something to that, that he craved Violet, her lips and mouth, the soft mounds of her breasts, the sweetness of the cleft between her legs. He could never get enough of that.

  Sex with Violet could become habit forming. A shame that…to become addicted to love.

  He hoped he never found a cure.

  His sex stirred again and Nick glanced at the clock. He had hours yet before he had to meet Nina. Perhaps they had time for more lovemaking, this time slower. He reached one hand for her breast. She gazed back at him in blissful anticipation.

  The distant sound of the doorbell broke the spell and pulling out of his arms, Violet groaned and got to her feet. “I’ll see who it is,” she said, grabbing her robe off the floor as she headed out of the room.

  Nick leaned back on the pillow, intending to wait for her. Then he heard Gary’s voice.

  Barely managing to tie his own robe before leaving the bedroom, Nick charged toward the front of the house. The other man had managed to insert himself into the front doorway, preventing Violet from closing the front door without risking harm to the man’s foot.

  Nick suppressed a growl. Left up to him, Gary would already be o
utside, nursing an injured member. He’d no compulsions about sparing the man’s feelings…or toes.

  Gary leaned against the door and smiled. “Hey, babe. I heard you got a job over at the museum. Nice going. According to the receptionist, Marilyn, it’s a big promotion for you. I thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted to celebrate.” Nick bristled as the other man ran a lecherous gaze over Violet’s body. “I see you’re dressed for it.”

  She blushed, pulling back from him, and it was all Nick could do to not rush forward and punch the man in his foul-minded mouth. Instead he sauntered into the room, catching Gary’s attention.

  The other man straightened, his eyes narrowing. “Well, I see your friend is still here.” His gaze ran up and down the new robe. “Managed to find something new to wear, as well. Nice. Better than my old cast-offs. I guess Violet didn’t mind outfitting you after all.” He glared down into her face. “Not as broke as you claimed to be.”

  “Gary, I think you should go.”

  “Why, was I interrupting something?” he said nastily. “I know your boyfriend was only supposed to be around a couple days—”

  Nick put a possessive arm around Violet’s shoulders. “Not anymore. I’m planning on being here very a long time.”

  Gary took a belligerent stance, breathing heavily, and Nick could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Oh, really?”

  “Really.” He glared at the man over Violet’s head. “She’s promised to be my wife.”

  “Your WIFE!” Astonishment crossed the other man’s face and he turned on Violet. “But you barely know this guy! You can’t be serious.”

  “I know him well enough to love him, Gary. And he loves me in return.”

  Gary’s eyes flickered from one to the other. “I don’t believe it. You’re an idiot to trust him. This guy’ll be off as soon as he gets tired of you.”

  Fury filled Nick. “Why, because that’s what you did? I love Violet and I’ll never hurt her.”

  Violet smiled at him then turned to Gary. “You need to leave now and I don’t want you coming back anymore, either. We’re finished and we have been since you walked out last week.”

  Something nasty scooted across the man’s face. “Okay, I guess you know best. I wish you luck.”

  Nick didn’t trust the man, and was happy to see the door closed in his face.

  Violet gave him a troubled look. “I’m sorry about that, Nick. Gary always seems to be turning up at the wrong time and saying something awful.”

  He collected her into his arms. “He doesn’t matter, Violet, not at all. I’m so happy to be staying. I love being here, enjoying wine, warm baths, tuna with noodles…” He pulled her closer and nuzzled her. “You…”

  Violet laughed. “I didn’t think you were ready to make love again.”

  His voice was muffled by her neck. “I’m not just yet. But I can still hold you.” He kissed her, tasting her mouth with his tongue. “What else do lovers do, Violet…”

  “When they aren’t making love?” She finished for him. “Well, sometimes they dance.”

  “I don’t know how to do your kind of dancing.” He sounded contrite, as if it was somehow his fault that he’d been unable to learn to dance during the past three hundred years.

  “It’s easy. I’ll show you.” Leaving his arms, Violet moved to her small stereo and selected a slow dance CD by a woman artist she was fond of. The sultry sound of the first track began, the low wail of a saxophone beginning the melody while the drums and bass provided a rhythm perfect for his lesson. Nick would have no problem moving to this music.

  He smiled as the deep sultry voice of the singer began her lament of a short-time love. “I like this. It’s different from the music I usually hear. Sometimes a young person will bring their music box to the park, but the sound is harsher and I can’t understand the words.” He tilted his head, his smile fading. “I know just what she’s saying.”

  The need to clear the sadness from his eyes was overwhelming and Violet pulled him to the middle of the room, where there was room to move. “Don’t worry about the words, Nick. We’ll make up our own lyrics for the song.”

  Swaying back and forth, she led him until he caught the gist of their movement and took over, feet shuffling to the rhythm of the music, his arms locked around her back, her head tucked under his chin. His possessive hold felt wonderful, and for the first time in years, Violet felt like she belonged to someone, that someone cared for her. She leaned into the warmth of his arms, his breath hot against her cheek.

  Violet allowed her hands free play over his chest as they moved together, the sculpted muscles flexing against her. Sliding her hands around his back, she settled on his waist, hugging him the way he hugged her.

  As she’d expected, Nick took to dancing the way he’d taken to making love, with a natural skill, and passion that went beyond normal measurement.

  Violet began to suspect something. When Affrodite, or whatever her name was, had interfered with his punishment and turned Narcissus into Nick, a human man, he’d been created to be perfect for making love—for making love to her. He might seem to be ignorant in the most basic things, but instinctively he knew everything he needed to make her come alive in his arms.

  How could he be anything but wonderful at close dancing? She leaned into the deep V of the robe, filling her lungs with his warm, sexy smell, the scent of man mixed with sweat, the smell of sex from their earlier encounter. For a moment Violet wondered if Gary had noticed it, that Nick smelled of love well made.

  Maybe he had. Violet wondered at how that thought didn’t dismay her the way she’d expected it to. But then, not much was dismaying her this evening.

  Nick led her around the living room, their bodies locked together, his arms as much supportive as securing. He held her body captive to his wants, his desires, just as her heart was captive.

  It had been a long time since Violet had felt something like this, a long time of being under the thrall of a man who cared little for her, and less for how she felt. Nick did care…about her, about her needs, her desires.

  Nick cared about her the way she cared about him.

  She loved him. He behaved as if he loved her.

  She could never let him go.

  The song ended, the singer ending on a low, sultry note that left no doubt as to the intention of the song. It was a CD Violet had picked up shortly before Gary had left, and he’d ridiculed her taste in buying it.

  Of course he had. It was a CD of love songs and Gary had never been in love.

  “I love this music,” Nick whispered, the breath from his mouth near her neck teasing her skin like a soft breeze.

  It was the music of love. Nick would take to it like a duck to water. She should have known when Gary hadn’t liked it, that there was something wrong between them.

  But Nick had known all along that she and Gary were doomed. Why was that? Could Nick have read Gary’s heart, and known it wasn’t full of love for her?

  Or had it just been wishful thinking on his part, that no man, Gary or anyone else, could ever be the right man for her?

  Only Nick was the right man.

  Perhaps that was it. She could feel his longing, his need for her, in the gentle strength of his arms, in the deep breaths he took as he held her close, in the fierce pounding of his heart…and in the hardness of his cock, pressed firmly against her.

  Once more Nick was hard, ready for sex. Ready to fuck. No, not fuck. Ready to make love.

  And so was she.

  The next tune from the stereo was faster than the first, and Nick picked up the tempo to glide them across the room. When she looked up into his face, Violet saw the strain she was putting on him, the need he was keeping under control. She ground herself against him, and heard his gasp.

  “Violet!” Astonishment colored his eyes, his cheeks pink and it was all she could do to keep from laughing at his embarrassment. He was there to show her love, but she had a few lessons for him as well.

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sp; “Come on, Nick,” Violet crooned. “We both know what comes next.”

  He froze in place, ignoring the music still coming from the stereo, consternation in his face. “I don’t want tonight to be only about sex, Violet.”

  She pressed her hand against his face. “It won’t be. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation.”

  He smiled. “This is what I’ve come to show you, Violet. How to give in to your hunger for love.”

  Once more they were engaged in a meeting of tongues and lips, a kiss that again blew away all of her preconceptions of what kissing was about.

  “Violet, I can’t get enough of you.” His voice sounded harsh, strained in her ears. “All I want is to make love to you, right this minute.”

  Mischief blossomed in her. She pulled him to the wall and raised her legs to wrap around his waist. “Well, then, what are we waiting for?”

  Nick needed no further invitation. Earlier he’d stuck a condom in his robe pocket. Now he fetched the wrapped package and tore it open. After encasing himself, he lifted her high in his arms and thrust deep within her.

  Oh, the wonderful tightness of her. Could he ever get enough of Violet? Could she ever get enough of him? Not likely, it seemed, as she pulled him tighter into her, letting him push her into the wall. He supported her against the surface, letting her weight rest in his hands, feeling the warmth of her lips on his neck.

  He set the pace this time, Violet moaning with every thrust. She tugged herself higher and widened her legs, taking him deeper.

  It didn’t take long. Violet’s arms were firm around his neck, her cries muffled as she reached climax. When she did, she tightened, milking him, and he finished as well. Fast, but not furious, their lovemaking was a thing of opportunity and need.

  The need to make love at every opportunity.

  What a wonderful thing, to be with someone in this way. Most of his existence, Nick had been alone. Now he’d never be lonely again…he had Violet to be with.

  To make love with. To grow old with. Violet to live his life with, and to experience her life as well. They’d never be alone, again. They had each other.