Moving to sit on the bed, Sasha pushed her hair to the side, giving him access to her neck. Gently, he guided her hand back to her lap, accidentally on purpose grazing the back of his hand against her breast. Violet shuddered noticeably at his touch, but kept still. Sasha got to work, gently kneading Violet’s muscles along her neck and the tops of her shoulders, deliberately starting gently to try and avoid bruising the muscle tissue.
Gradually he increased the pressure, working his fingers deep into the knots in around her shoulder blades. Each time he pushed into a knotted spot, Violet would bring her head back and exhale deeply as the tension slowly dissipated. Determined to do a good job, he relentlessly attacked each knot, not stopping until the muscles slowly relaxed under his firm touch. He tried to avoid any prolonged heavy contact in any one spot. Instead, he interspersed the pressure with softer touches to try and bring a sense of ease and relief to the affected area.
He had been told some time ago, while in London, that the best way to proceed with a massage was to go in a clockwise fashion, something to do with time and energy flow, so he tried that process with Violet, slowly moving from the left neck and shoulder region to the right. When he was not giving her a deep massage, he gently caressed the smooth skin of her neck and shoulder, softly brushing aside her hair from the back of her neck. However, working her tight muscles through the material of her dress was proving to be a nuisance. He gently pulled at the material but it would not move beyond the tips of her shoulders. Violet must have realized what he was attempting and delicately undid the button at the top of her cleavage.
“Would you prefer I took my dress off?” she quietly asked, looking over her shoulder. Her cheeky smile made him grin. “All you have to do is ask.”
Sasha managed to drag the sides of her dress down over her shoulders. The material pulled tight on her upper arms and across the top of her bra. He was concerned that the buttons would break and wondered what she would think if he unbuttoned it. Deciding now was not the time, he resumed his attentive massage, slowly increasing the radius of his ministrations, going all the way down to the cleft in the small of her back, reluctantly skipping the hooks of her soft blue-colored bra. As he worked his way higher up her back, he got a sense of her relief. It felt like a wave of complete calm and peace had washed over her muscles, and even the timbre of her breathing seemed to have softened. He was pleased that he was able to ease her tensions.
However, his own tension had risen so high, he was damn near uncomfortable. Well, some of the tension from before had gone, but now there was a distinct tightness in his jeans. His cock was under serious stress as it pressed against the fabric of his pants. Touching Violet’s alabaster flesh, even though it was her back, had an instant reaction deep within his mind and body. When he arrived, he did not have any notion of making advances toward her, but now it was all he could do to stop himself from pulling out his cock and thrusting it down her lovely long neck.
He needed a change. Something to take his mind off the fact that she was sitting on a bed next to him. Turning her around to face him, Sasha bent down and grabbed her feet and placed her left on his thigh. He carefully removed her shoes and then started to rub the sole of her foot.
She grimaced in pain as he deeply massaged along the tense tendons in her foot, but as the tension subsided Violet flashed him a broad smile and wiggled her long leg and her cute toes. With slow, deliberate strokes he worked the muscle from high up her calf, down to her ankle and then back along her foot. Violet’s initial facial reaction was to grimace, but gradually that eased into a relaxed state. The same set of reactions followed when he turned his attention to her right foot.
Unable to maintain any sense of decency, Sasha changed from a proper massage of her feet and calves to an attack upon her toes. Using his mouth, he gently raised her right foot, as it was the one he had just finished massaging properly, and pushed her big toe into his mouth and quickly followed that up with a wild lash of his tongue between each of her immaculately painted toes. Surprised, Violet looked at him with her jaw agape and stifled a reflex laugh as he tickled her foot with his tongue.
She tried to pull her foot away but Sasha held on for grim death, and smiled wickedly. He ran his hands higher along her leg, using gentle massaging gestures as a ruse. His intent was on higher attainment. Violet returned her sole attention on him and wiggled her leg every now and then in response to a light touch that tickled. Once he reached her knee, Sasha could feel his heart rate increase. He was nervously excited at the prospect of touching her intimately, and the only thing that would stop him was one word from her.
He looked longingly at the porcelain white skin of her upper legs as they disappeared beneath her dress. Gently but firmly, Sasha pressed his fingers into the muscles just above her knees and slowly moved them a little higher. Without looking at him, as if by some subconscious notion of what he was up to, Violet wiggled her backside and pulled the front hem of her dress downward, not that it made any difference. Maybe she had just changed position to get more comfortable. Regardless, she had his complete attention.
Ever so gradually, Sasha moved his hands higher and reached the hem of her dress. He fluttered his fingers against her skin, just under the edge of the hem, her flesh felt wonderfully soft and warm and silky to his touch. Violet looked down and grinned seductively.
With renewed effort, Sasha pressed upward and caught a faint glimpse of the light blue-colored triangle deep between her legs. He knew Violet was aware of what he was attempting and didn’t try to push him away. She wiggled her bottom again, which only served to pop the lowest bottom button on her dress open, much like the button of her corset at their first meeting.
Sasha shook his head in a negative response to her request and moved in for the kill. With his hands firmly on her thighs, he moved them higher and kissed her knees as he dipped his head lower. As his lips brushed against her knee, he heard Violet take a deep breath and felt her shift restlessly on the bed. Slowly yet relentlessly, he moved his hands higher and higher, bunching her dress up as he went. Violet bit her lip as she became increasingly distracted by his movements.
As he moved higher, the roundness of her thigh allowed him to move his hands to the sides and slowly slide them up until they rounded on her bottom. Violet started to breathe deeply as he kissed his way along the tops of her thighs, following his hands. He shifted his knees closer to her so he could move his body higher and push his hands up over the rounded curves of her bottom, onto her curvy hips and curl his fingers into the top hem of her panties.
Sasha opened his mouth and firmly kissed her flesh just above her knees as he slowly and gently tugged on the material, indicating to Violet his desire to remove them. She sighed, closing her eyes, letting her head fall back.
As Sasha pulled on her panties, Violet sighed again and lifted her body enough for him to remove them. With a number of pulls and tugs, he finally dragged them free of her body and down her long legs. Sasha kissed his way further along her luscious legs and bunched her dress up around her hips. He crawled forward and aimed his mouth at the bald expanse between her legs, her sweet sensual aroma filling his senses.
Sasha pried her long, slender legs apart with his hands upon her knees as his head burrowed in between her thighs. There, before his eager eyes, was his prize, and he was not about to waste any time reaching it. He thrusted his face forward, his tongue aimed at the beautiful cleft between her legs. The tip of his nose made first contact upon her puffy lips and immediately was coated in her dampness. He proceeded to wrap his arms under her thighs and pull her bottom forward to the edge of the bed, his shoulders wedged in between her knees so she could not move.
He wrapped his arms under and around her thighs and pushed his mouth hard onto her exposed mound. His tongue moved across her tight little rosebud and then deep into the crevice of her pussy. She was helpless and writhing under him. With each tickle of his tongue he could feel her body respond. Little undulations of her hips, h
er body started to thrust toward his mouth.
With deft little lashes, Sasha continued to spear the tip of his tongue onto her clitoris. Each touch made her buck all the more. He decided to chance his arm, as the saying goes, and unlocked his arms from her thighs. He gently rested his left hand on her upper thigh as he slowly let his right hand glide north to tenderly feel her breast. The tips of his fingers danced across the flatness of her stomach, feeling the vibrations of her moans as they went, until they encountered the firm rise of her bra. Sasha lifted the digits and gradually covered her delightful mound that was her breast and pressed them firmly. Her nipple was hard and distinctly evident to his touch, despite being covered by her dress and her bra.
Violet glanced down at him, her eyes smoldering with lust as he kneaded the bountiful rise of her chest. She sighed deeply as his tongue circled her clit in time with his finger as it circled her nipple, her eyes a mix of conflicting emotions.
Sasha pulled away from his delicious feasting, his mouth and chin awash with her copious flow. Violet looked at him intently as he slowly and deliberately licked her juices away from his face.
“I want more,” she whispered. Sasha was glad she still wanted him, that he could still cause her to lose control. He felt absolutely naughty and wicked and whatever other adjective he could apply.
At this point in time, all he wanted to do was to tease the beautiful woman who lay before him. He wanted to tease her and make her squirm, to hear her screams as he brought her to climax. Sasha nudged her thighs wider with his shoulders and thrust his head forward until her crotch was fully on his face. Without hesitation, he attacked her clit again, this time with the flat of his tongue, and dragged it slowly from her vaginal opening to the high side of her hood. Her womanhood was slick and even tastier and sweeter than summer nectar.
Taking advantage of her heightened state, Sasha dipped his fingers inside her channel and swirled them about. Her body responded with a series of shudders as her excitement continued to build. He gave them another hard inward thrust, crushing her clitoral area against his knuckles, and then pulled them out. Her essence was plainly evident, and he wiped them along her inner thighs on either side of her pussy, more as a sign to her that her body was giving itself over to his approaches. He slid them back into her soaked pussy and twisted them as he went, slowly widening her gripping walls.
Violet shuddered again. Her long, low moan was barely audible but seemed to be full of gratitude and pleasure. She looked at him and nodded as another shudder of pleasure rippled through her torso.
Sasha returned his mouth to work on her nether regions. Well, to call it work would not be accurate. It certainly was not a chore being between her beautiful thighs and eating her pussy. He was well pleased with his efforts to date, but he still wanted to take it further, to take Violet further and higher. He dragged his tongue along the bulge at the top of her pussy and down the crease on either side between her pussy and her crotch.
Her legs loosened and widened further. It was her way of giving him the green light to go for it. The pleasure she was feeling from his eating her in this way had built to a point where she absolutely could not deny her body its desire. She humped her hips as if urging him for more and, with a firm hand, she pushed the back of his head firmly into her body.
Her flow was thick and continuous as he lapped at her folds and drank deeply of her special font. With short, quick jabs, he speared her depths with his fingers, relentlessly fucking her beautiful body. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, yet she managed to gather some semblance of herself. Another shudder spread through her body as he lapped at her clit, which caused her to lose all control. This was the woman he loved to see. All her inhibitions gone, and the need for him and only him her sole purpose.
Desperately Violet grabbed him by his shirt sleeve and pulled on it. Sasha was not sure what she was up to, but he went with it. She attacked his belt and flipped it open. She fumbled, single-handedly, with the button at the waist of his jeans, and after a few failed attempts, Sasha undid the button and zip for her.
“Off!” She hissed through a tightened jaw. Sasha pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor and kicked of them off. Naked from the waist down, except for his socks, he sat on the edge of the bed, his blood-engorged penis pointing into space. Nonchalantly, Violet grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it with her firm fingers wrapped around the shaft.
She slowly stroked his cock, squeezing it at the top, which made numerous beads of pre-cum seep from the blind eye. Violet used her thumb to smear the translucent fluid around the bulbous head, which made him shudder and squirm, much like he had done to her. Violet looked at him and winked as she teased him. Violet slid her mouth over his cock. Not a gradual lowering, but intent on conquering. Her mouth hung wide as she leaned forward and engulfed his cock fully, the head striking the back of her throat. She did not pull back immediately. She held her mouth and throat poised over his thick cock and then pressed further until he could feel the soft ridge of her lips against his balls.
“Holy fuck!” Sasha gasped as he watched and felt her devouring his tool all at the same time. Violet lathered his penis with copious amounts saliva as she drove it deeply down her throat. Sasha could feel the moment building. His balls began to tighten, and his desire to blast his seed into her was approaching at breakneck speed. He tried to ease his excitement, but Violet was sucking him fiendishly. He tried to pull away but she stayed with him as he moved, a vacuum of pressure around his thickness. She refused to let go but when he finally broke free, a loud pop came from her mouth. She stifled a laugh.
“More,” she mouthed, smiling broadly.
Sasha needed to come. He wanted to feel her body as close to his as possible as he drained himself, pouring himself like an upturned bucket into her. He quickly moved beside her hips and flipped her, pulling her legs bodily off the bed. Violet raised her hips without any hesitation or resistance and rested her elbows on the mattress. With one powerful nudge of his foot, he positioned himself behind her, her dark, black hair wrapped around his hand as he readied himself to take her then and there.
Sasha caressed her back, feeling the light material beneath his fingers and the ridges of her supportive bra. Violet remained bent from the waist, with her head high and her back straight. She moved a little as her whole body was supported on both arms on the bed. Unfazed, Violet wiggled her behind, a gesture that seemed to be asking him to fuck her and to be quick about it. Sasha held on to her left hip for support as he slapped his thick, purple head against her puffy pussy lips. They were slick with her wetness and willingly opened to receive his pole as he drove forward. Her hair bounced against her shoulders as he thrusted his hips relentlessly into her welcoming hole.
Her body tightened and gripped him. Her head lowered as he fucked himself into her body with all his might, using her hips for leverage. Her head bent as he banged his balls hard against her pussy, nearly knocking the breath out of her. She was lost in sexual bliss and stared off into the distance as her inner walls contracted in the first waves of impending climax. She reached down between her legs and touched his rod as it bludgeoned her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she screamed aloud, her fingers mashing her clit. “Fuck me harder, Sasha!” Her quick and grunted outbursts indicated she was building quickly to her ultimate release. She inhaled deeply through clenched teeth, as if she were surfacing after a deep dive.
She clutched hold of the sheets on the bed as Sasha fucked her lustfully from behind. She lifted her left knee and thrust it on the bed, arching her back, opening herself to his onslaught. Sudden waves and wild spasms overtook her being as her pussy flooded and gushed. Her warm flow fell from her body onto the bed and pooled onto the silk sheets below. Her gushing cream washed over his thick cock, and drowned his balls, which caused him to hasten toward his own release and give her all that he had.
“Violet!” he yelled, as he pumped her hard one last time and thrusted forward to blast her depths while ba
ll-deep inside her lush body. Both pushed toward each other, each wanting to drain the other, even after their bodies went numb and became super sensitive. More warm cum flowed and poured out of her and onto the bed.
Her hair was a mess and her clothes were ruined, but Sasha did not think she cared. Violet flopped forward and rolled over as he slowly withdrew and stared at him with a happy, delightful smile. His abs ached but Sasha felt alive, energetic, and ready for anything. Lying down next to her, both their hearts were pounding and they both basked in the wonderful serenity of post-coital bliss. Sasha stared at her, her face looking young and innocent, soft, tender...gorgeous. He bent over and kissed her fully. Her arms wrapped about his head as they kissed and embraced, their bodies and senses still soaring from what had just happened.
“Marry me, Violet. Let me love you for the rest of your life.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she answered with a wicked grin.
From the viewing room above, Tristan watched the whole scene and smiled. He knew that they all still had challenges ahead of them, but as long as they talked and worked together, everything was going to be okay. The courage to change was easy, but it was accepting that change that was hard. Each of them had their own demons they had overcome, and they would in time together. None of them knew what their future entailed, but they would make it beautiful.
Turning off the light before he left them to their privacy, Tristan looked back at his best friend and the woman he loved and smiled. Everything was going to be all right.
Epilogue
Violet wished she could say that life returned to normal, but there was nothing normal about her life or the pending wedding, which Charlotte and Hazel had taken over, planning everything. Her sister and her best friend were relentless and determined to make her special day perfect. Though all Violet cared about was saying “I do,” that wasn’t good enough for the hell kitten of Treasure Cove. According to Charlotte, it was the least she could do since she saved her that day, and Hazel refused to give Charlotte complete reign. So, as they planned and designed her wedding, Violet had a lot of downtime to think.
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