The Basement Door

Six.

He smiled at her, as her sweet tone entered his ears. “I love you too Violet, and I always have.” He smiled again, only to thrust deeper and deeper into her. He had been waiting what seemed his whole life to finally have her again. Body and soul. He looked down, and noticed her wince in pain. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered to her, knowing that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. But he still had never done it this hard to her before. Trying to make her groan in pleasure, rather than pain, he decided to go faster, making the pleasure ultimately last longer than it usually would. 

Tate kissed her bottom lip, slowly moving to her jaw, than her neck. He kept going down, kissing her collar bones, than lastly her breasts, which his hands were still filled with. Tate had noticed that he hadn’t been wearing a condom, but that shouldn’t have been a problem because she can’t get pregnant anyway. 

Tate noticed the water was getting lukewarm, so he turned on the hot water, making the mirror in the bathroom fog up. Tate slowed down a little bit, as his lips pulled away from hers. He couldn’t shake that feeling that something way wrong. “Violet, what’s wrong….really?” He noticed her hesitation.

Violet reached down and grasped onto this thighs and began to pant, smirking up at him. “Tate, nothing’s wrong, it’s just really intense, I could never predict how intense we could get…” she said, but then proceeded to grasp onto his thighs harder to tell him, “I’m going to need you to pick up the pace again.” 

Violet looked hungry, carnal for Tate’s flesh. So much so, that when he began to thrust into her again, she’d moan into his mouth while their lips were latched onto each other’s. She moved her lips onto his neck and could feel his veins pumping just from the adrenaline. Violet found this to be such a turn on that she began to nibble at his neck.

Tate slightly grunted at the feeling of Violet gently tugging at his neck. To her, this meant she may have discovered another weak spot on him and to her advantage, kept this as leverage for future reference. 

Her body began to tighten as Tate had his way with her, harder and harder. “Tate, I’m close,” she said. Tate did all he could to muster up the strength to completely drill her out of her pain and sorrow as she screams of pleasure. Violet surely hoped it felt as good for him as it did for her. As she drew to a close, she looked at him dead in the eye so he could see her expression as he took her. She was giving herself entirely to him and she hadn’t felt so great since the last time they were together, if anything, greater now.