Lady of the Lake

Eight

Violet stuck a pillow under her butt the minute Dylan pulled out of her.

“What are you doing?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his arm.

“Keeping it in there.” She lifted her hips up and clamped her legs together. She had read this little technique in a book and figured it was worth a shot. It probably looked stupid, but she felt so relaxed, she didn’t care.

Even if she didn’t get pregnant, Dylan had given her the most incredible sex she had ever had. He had shown her there was nothing wrong with her sexually, that she wasn’t some kind of mutant lacking certain hormones needed to get it on.

“Keeping what…Oh.” He flopped onto his side next to her and kissed her shoulder. “Keeping the ball in the glove, I get it.”

She laughed. “Ball in the glove? Could everything in life and sex be described by a baseball metaphor?”

“Probably.” His big hand brushed lazily over her stomach as he grinned. “We’re hoping to hit a home run here, right?”

“Yes.” She licked her dry lips. “And I guess you do have a bat and balls.”

Dylan laughed. “And I slid into home plate.”

“Eww! That sounds kind of yucky.”

“Okay, okay. I scored. Is that better?” He put his hand under her knees and lifted them, further tipping her vagina.

The gesture was casual, but Violet knew it was intentional. He was trying to help ensure a pregnancy.

Like they were a couple planning on having a baby together.

Like they wanted this.

And while that wasn’t the case, Violet was truly grateful that she’d been given the next best thing. This wasn’t a sterile doctor’s office with injection conception. Nor was it Frank giving her the old wham, bam.

This was a happy, pleasant moment, with a man she could fall in love with under different circumstances.

She had to be careful or she just might do that anyway.

“That’s better. And this may be out of left field…”

He groaned and she giggled.

“But you have the sexiest eyes I’ve ever seen, Dylan. I just thought you should know.” It was a sign of her satiation that she could say that without blushing.

Dylan grinned, his thumb shifting a bit so that he was stroking across her butt, which was pretty much sticking up in the air.

“Thank you. And you should probably know that you have the best pair of t-”

He looked right at her breasts and she smacked his shoulder.

“…toes I’ve ever seen.”

“Toes don’t come in pairs.”

“No? Well, I guess you’d know. You’re the teacher.” He set her legs back down and sat up.

Violet pulled the pillow back out from under her. It was up to fate and his sperm at this point. They’d done all they could.

Dylan leaned over her, inches from her face. She could feel the heat of his breath, smell his sweat and deodorant. He had her caged in with his arms and she had to admit she liked that feeling of being feminine next to his extreme masculinity. “Seriously, I want you to know that I think you have the best of everything. You’re beautiful both inside and out, Vi.”

No man had ever said anything quite that sweet to her before.

It felt natural to reach up and kiss him. Their lips fit together so perfectly, and she felt renewed desire just from that little contact. He felt the same way, if the pressure on her thigh was any indication.

Violet wanted to show him what he had given to her, show him how much he pleased her. And she was curious, very curious, if other aspects of sex with Dylan would be different as well.

She dropped down onto her side and took his erection in her hands and gave a soft squeeze. He groaned in approval, and Violet stroked over him, felt him grow harder in her hold. Even without her glasses, she had a good view of him, of his muscular thighs, dark hair, thick erection.

Giving oral sex to a man had never appealed to her. She had an oversensitive gag reflex and always felt a bit like there was a tree trunk going down her throat. And when you could compare sex acts to forestry it really just wasn’t the least bit sexy.

But as she stroked and squeezed and watched, as Dylan got louder and louder in his approval, and a tiny bead of clear fluid appeared, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to take him in her mouth, lick her tongue over his hot flesh and feel the power of pleasing him.

The tip of her tongue reached out and flicked over him. He jerked a little and said, “Yes, do that again.”

She did. He jerked again, his hand coming down on her head and holding her against him.

When she took him in her mouth and he swore, Violet gained a whole new appreciation for the experience. This was fun. He tasted delicious, warm and salty, and as he filled her mouth, her inner thighs ached with jealousy.

Darn, she was starting to squirm against the bed herself. This was arousing.

He tried to pull back, but she grabbed the bottom of his shaft and sucked in her cheeks.

Dylan exploded with a primal roar, pulling back so that he came in her hand. “Shit, shit, shit,” he said. “That was incredible. What was that for?”

That was for him. That was for her.

A smile on her face, Violet looked up at him. “Happy birthday, Dylan.”