As soon as Violet was on her feet, she grabbed his face and plunged her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste his essence on hers.
Afterward, she pulled back and whispered into his ear, low and sultry, "So tell me Asher, are you going to let your father hold you back, or are you going to fuck me until I can't tell my right from my left?"
Violet stepped closer until their bodies were flush, her breasts pressing against his chest. "...would you drown yourself in my tight, moist heat…" she whispered, punctuating the question by taking his hand and guiding it between her thighs.
She held his gaze, watching the flicker of shock in his eyes when his fingers dipped into her and discovered just how wet she was for him. Then she let go of his hand, leaving it there. The ball was now in his court, and it was up to him to decide what to do with it.
And then he made his move, beginning to stroke her. Violet's breath hitched in her throat.
