lennoncampbell :
“You know the lay of the land better than I do. I’m fucking slackin’ it. But alright I can’t argue with all of this, you’ve got it all figured out. And i’m glad there’s no pink cupcake castle because I would feel awful fucking you in such an innocent place,” his arms wrapped tighter around her as she kissed his lips. “I like talking about the rest of our lives. Is that such a crime? And never apologize for sex. I’ve been needing some lately. All I think about is you bouncing up and down and making me release, princess.”
“You wouldn’t feel awful, you’d just feel like weird,” Violet countered, scrunching up her nose at the visual. Her hands wandered along the expanse of his broad chest, enjoying how small she felt in his arms. Lennon was much taller than her, his shoulders wide, everything about him dark and lust driven. So much so that just looking at him Violet had to remember to compose herself. “It’s not, believe me. But the sole fact that it’s been more than a couple of days since I’ve gotten to see you naked is a crime. And I think we need to remedy that as soon as possible.”
