Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Twenty-Nine-The Perfect view.

Arlo

It has been a great night with all of us together. Good food, drinks and company. It is what we all needed, but now, I wanted Violet to myself for a little while. Yes, I had her to myself for a couple of hours this afternoon, but I am greedy and want more.

I stand up from my seat and head over to hers, kneeling in front of her, “Do you want to come a walk with me?” I ask.

Violet smiles and nods, “Sure.”

I jump to my feet and offer her my hand, helping her up. She grabs one of the blankets, wrapping it around herself. Once she has the blanket on, I reach for her hand, linking our fingers and walk away from the others. They were all doing their own thing. I am sure they will all be ready for bed soon since they are all wasted.

“Where are we going? I don’t want to get lost in the dark?” she asks.

“We aren’t going far. I promise. We will stay on the path that is lit.” I smile.

I knew the place well, so I won’t get us lost.

“You are lucky I trust you.” She laughs.

I drop her hand, slipping my arm around her shoulder and kiss the top of her head, “Yes, I am.”

The place I had in mind is only a ten-minute walk from here. It is an open area with a perfect view of the stars. Violet will love it. It is so quiet, which makes sense since it is one in the morning. There aren’t many people around, but the ones who are, are probably in bed asleep.

We arrive at our destination, “Can I take the blanket for us to sit on? I will give you my hoodie if you are cold.”

“Yes, you can take it. No, I am okay for now.” She smiles.

She handed me the blanket, and I set it out for us. I let her sit down first before I join her. I lie down, and she looks at me strangely.

“Lie down and look up.” I encourage.

Violet takes the spot next to me and stares up at the sky, “Oh, wow. You don’t see stars like this in the city. It is beautiful.”

“I thought you would love it,” I say, smiling down at her.

“I do.” She replies.

I know what we are doing seems romantic, but I wanted a little time alone with her, doing something she would like.

“Shall we just sleep here tonight?” I chuckle.

“I think it may get a little cold.” She snickers.

“I will keep you nice and warm.”

She raises her brow at me, “And how would you do that?”

“I will hug you tightly and ensure you are wrapped in the blanket.”

“As fun as that sounds, I would prefer to sleep in a bed with pillows and duvet.” She laughs.

“Well, you are no fun,” I tease.

Violet slaps my arm, “I am a lot of fun. Don’t be mean.” She pouts.

She moves away from me, lying flat on her back and crossing her arms over her chest, acting like she is in a huff with me. I laugh loudly and roll onto my side, resting on my elbow.

I prod her side, “Don’t pretend like you are mad at me, sweetness.”

“Who said I am pretending? You called me boring.” She huffs.

I move my position and tower over her, “You are being dramatic. I did not call you boring.”

Violet glares up at me, but I can see she is fighting back a smile.

“Yes, you did. You said I was no fun.” She lectures.

I sit up on her stomach, “I know you are plenty of fun.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She says, waggling her finger at me.

I chuckle, “Yes, ma’am. I am sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

Violet raises her brow at me, “And how do you plan on doing that?”

I smirk and dip my head down, kissing her neck, “I can think of a few ways.”

Violet moans softly, entangling her fingers into my hair, “Mmm, that is a good start.”

I trace my lips up her jawline and finally cover hers with mine. She whimpers, kissing back and snakes her arms around me. I grab her thigh, bring it around my hip and press my body closer to hers. I am enjoying it, but then I remember what she said about nothing happening until she works things out. Yes, we kissed this afternoon, but I still don’t want to push too much.

I pull back, “Sorry, I will stop. I know you said you needed time to work things out.”

I went to climb off her, but she grasps my hoodie in her hands before I could, “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Are you sure?” I ask softly.

“Yes, plus you said you would make it up to me?” she smirks.

I chuckle, “Yes, that is true. I did.”

“Then, you should probably continue.” She snickers.

I nod, “Yes, I should.”

Violet motions my lips back to hers. I didn’t need to be told twice. I reconnect our lips, kissing her harder and more passionately than before. She moans into my lips, and her legs come around me.

I run my hand up her thigh, and things between us are quick to become heated. She removed my hoodie tossed it aside, and my tee soon followed. I shudder when I feel the cool air hit my bare back.

“Sorry, you can put it back on.” She mumbles against my lips.

“No, it is fine. I am sure I will be warm in no time.”

I scrunch Violet’s tee in my hand, “Can I take it off? Or do you want it kept on?”

“You can take it off.” She breathes out.

Hers soon joins mine on the floor. I kiss over her throat and the valley between her breasts. She squirms and groans below me. I unclip her bra at the front and push it away from her breasts. Her n*****s harden instantly, a mix of my touch and the cool air the cause. I flick my tongue over her left n****e and then the right.

“f**k, I have missed this.” She pants.

“Not as much as I have.”

I forgot how sweet her taste always is on my skin. I descend my lips over her stomach. I pop the button of her shorts and pull the zipper down. She lifts her hips without me asking, and I remove them, setting them aside.

I brush my fingers through the lace of her panties, feeling the heat from her p***y radiate onto my fingers. She is ready for me.

“Please, Arlo, I need you to touch me.” She pleads.

I kiss over the material, and she gasps. I took my fingers in her panties, slid them down her legs and tossing them away. I pry her legs apart with my knees. I reach down and dance my lips over her inner thighs, one of her many weak spots. She cries out, and her legs shake.

As much as I love to make her squirm, I need a taste of her sweet p***y. I lap my tongue over her folds, and her back arches as a deep, throaty moan escapes from her lips. I groan as I take her scent in; she always smells so damn good. I don’t waste another moment and get straight to work. I explore every inch of her p***y with my lips and tongue. God, how I have missed this.

“Yes, so good.” She cries out, gripping the blanket.

I groan against her and slip my tongue inside, pressing my thumb to her clit and circle it. I work my tongue quickly.

“Oh God. You are always so good at this.” She squeals, rocking her hips, burying my face further between her thighs, not like I mind.

I lick up her folds and back down. I massage her thighs as my tongue plays anywhere I can reach.

“Arlo, I am already close.” She pants, her fingers in my hair.

I smirk. I love how quickly I can send her over the edge. I continue what I am doing until her legs start to shake, and her moans become louder. Her orgasm soon hits, and she pours for me. I drink her up, not missing a drop. f**k, I love this taste. I take her through her high and only back away when she calms below me.

I take my place above her, “Mmm, always so yummy.” I growl and lick my lips.

She whimpers and quickly fights with the tie of my shorts, yanking them and my boxers down, releasing my excitement.

“I need you to f**k me, right now.” She demands.

“I plan on it.” I hiss and thrust into her.

Her entire body reacts to me, and she squeals as I fill her up.

“Yes, give it to me.”

“It is exactly what I am going to do.” I breathe out between every thrust.

I have been desperate to feel her wrapped around me again. I will make the most of it while we are alone.