Stay Beautiful (5 page)

His body was warm, almost hot against her. Her own body
temperature climbed steadily as he ran his hands up her sides to her breasts.
There was a flutter in her stomach. Firm but gentle, Jonah outlined her nipple
with a finger. Every stroke of his skin on hers was a sensation Violet tried to
memorize. Whatever that hint of cologne was mixed with Jonah’s natural scent,
she knew she would never be able to smell it on another man as long as she
lived. Her future held that moment of sudden surprise when she would one day
pass a stranger and have his scent send her spiraling back in time, to this
moment.

Both hands covered her breasts. Violet stared down the
length of her body, loving the way Jonah looked sprawled atop her. He lay
between her legs, savoring her. The tip of his tongue dipped into her
bellybutton and she twitched uncontrollably. His fingers found her nipples,
rubbing them until they stood begging for more attention. A content sigh
slipped from her in response.

Jonah moved farther up her body so he could suck a taut bud
into his mouth. She moaned softly and arched her back. She couldn’t possibly
touch enough of him. Her hands glided over his smooth skin, from his shoulders
to his delicious chest and back. Violet loved the way he fit between her legs.
His thick erection pressed against her thigh. She was eager for it.

Taking his time, Jonah languorously loved her nipples. From
one to the other, he feasted on her breasts. She encouraged him with breathy
moans. One hand disappeared between her legs as Jonah reached down between
them. Wet and ready, she welcomed his fingers when they slipped inside her.
There was a little burst of pleasure when he stroked as deep as he was able.

He kissed her. A delicate touch of his lips to hers. There
was no rush. Jonah took his time devouring her mouth. He smelled like alcohol
but she didn’t mind. It was another scent to file away for future reference,
when she needed a warm memory to cling to in the cold, lonely night.

He explored her mouth thoroughly as if he too wanted to
remember each detail. Violet held him close, unable to keep her hands still.
She wanted to feel all of him. Jonah sucked at her bottom lip. He continued to
pleasure her with his fingers, sliding them out of her slippery sheath to flick
lightly over her throbbing clit.

“Has anyone ever told you that your touch is like magic?”
Her whisper was low and throaty. “I think it just might be addictive.”

“Oh yeah?” He shot her a flirty grin before nipping at her
neck. “Think it’s possible to overdose?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

His small bites became aggressive. The sexual rush coursing
through Violet grew like a violent storm. The need for release was becoming
increasingly powerful. Every time his fingers glided over her aching nub she
writhed beneath him. The promise of climax was there, so close but so far. The
way he manipulated her body was unlike most of her past lovers. Jonah had a way
of reading her response to him that set him apart from the rest. He genuinely
cared about her pleasure, putting it above his own.

Violet’s heart raced as the sensations of approaching orgasm
grew. That crucial peak was right there, ready to crash over her like an ocean
wave. She wasn’t ready. Not yet. Her sudden cry echoed around them. Jonah
groaned as her inner channel convulsed and the muscles spasmed around his
fingers. The euphoria that accompanied a mind-numbing orgasm engulfed her and
she fell happily into its depths.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. If
she’d been forced to decide which orgasm of the evening had been the best, it
would have been impossible to do so. Whether it was the alcohol, the overwhelming
sensations or a combination of both she didn’t know or care. All Violet knew
was that she was soaring on a high that no known narcotic could ever produce.
It was dizzying and exhilarating. She never wanted to come down.

She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until she opened
them to find Jonah staring at her with a lazy smile. It was a tad embarrassing
to know he’d been watching her face during climax. Once a man sees the orgasm
face, that one moment of total abandon and loss of control, he’d pretty much
seen into the soul of his lover.

“Hey, handsome.” Breathless and ridiculously smitten, Violet
let herself fall into his enchanting eyes. “See something you like?”

“Oh yeah. Watching you… You’re filled with such passion. I
can’t help but want to be part of that.”

“You are part of that.” She pulled him close for a kiss that
left her quaking.

Jonah didn’t need any further encouragement. Much like last
time, he produced a condom as if it had been orchestrated to appear at just the
right moment. Violet hid a smile and bit her bottom lip. She was eager to feel
him moving inside her. Jonah held her gaze as he pressed against her warm
entrance. It drew her like a moth to a flame and she fell headlong into him.

He stared down at her, watching her face as he entered her.
It was excruciatingly satisfying as he inched his way in, dragging out that
first intense thrust. That long, slow deliberate stroke swept Violet up to a
place of utter contentment. She clasped her legs around his waist, holding him
deep within her.

They moved together, their rhythm slow but steady. Several
shallow, teasing strokes had her moaning for more. He was precise with his
movements, timing sudden deep thrusts to take her by surprise and force the
cries from her. Violet lost all sense of time. She ran her hands over his back,
down to his tight rear end. Feeling him move atop her, the perspiration
breaking out on his skin, Violet was captivated by every part of him.

Physical pleasure danced with the spiritual and emotional
sides of her. It was a heady mix that reached to encompass all of her being.
She was torn between sudden urges to laugh or to cry. It was as confusing as it
was tranquil. Though she was completely at peace in Jonah’s arms, she sought to
make sense of the strange array of sensations. As his thrusts grew harder and
faster, it became increasingly difficult to tell where she ended and he began.

“Okay, baby. Your turn on top. I want to watch you.” Jonah
carefully rolled them so she was on top, looking down into his beautiful face.
His expression was eager and expectant.

Violet sat up straight to give him a nice view of her
breasts bouncing in time with their lovemaking. She raised herself up until the
tip of his cock was just barely inside her, then plunged down upon him. The sound
of sheer pleasure that she elicited from Jonah was music to her ears.

Impaling herself upon him, Violet felt empowered. She loved
being in control of the pace and depth. It allowed her to guide them along,
hitting exactly the right ups and downs. She took advantage of the opportunity
to tease Jonah by withdrawing his stiff manhood from her body until he was
crazy with need. When she took him back inside her with a swift and sudden
motion, he groaned and shook a finger at her.

“Sorry, lover. I can’t help but tease a little.” She
chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss him.

He held her head tightly while he kissed her with primal
aggression. He bit at her lip and sucked at her tongue. Jonah grasped her hips
with both hands and pulled her down while he thrust up. It was unexpected and
rough but it was absolutely mind-shattering. Violet cried out as he continued
to pump into her with a speed that stole her control.

Their groins were lined up perfectly so that each thrust
stimulated her swollen nub, pushing her toward the brink of orgasm. The sound
of their bodies colliding in a passionate storm was loud in Violet’s ears. She
tried to brace herself against Jonah but they were slippery with sweat. She
collapsed on his chest, breathing hard, his name a broken cry on her lips.

So close. She was so close. Climax exploded over Violet with
an impact that left her ears ringing. Despite the fact Jonah was buried as deep
as physically possible inside her, it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel more of
him. She was hungry. A carnal lust that could only be appeased by him. As he
satisfied her, that lust grew so that she would never be truly sated again.

The climactic spasms seemed to last forever. Jonah’s hands
were everywhere, as if he needed to touch every part of her at once. With his
fingers in her hair and his lips against her ear, Jonah continued to fill her
again and again until at last he erupted into orgasmic bliss.

For a long time the only sound in the room was that of their
labored breathing. Each breath took energy Violet felt she no longer possessed.
As she slipped into the trance-like afterglow, she felt lightheaded and
flighty.

After several minutes passed, she slipped off Jonah to lie
at his side. With her head on his chest, she listened to the rapid beat of his
heart. She was exhausted but she was happy.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Violet, but you bring
out something inside me I didn’t know I had.” Jonah stroked her hair gently.
She could hear the smile in his voice. “You make me feel a little like an animal.”

It took strength she didn’t have to force the words out.
“You are an animal. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. In a good way,
of course.”

“Oh, of course. Is there any other kind of being hit by a
truck?”

A glance out the window revealed that the night was fading
away. Though still dark, the sky was several shades lighter, indicating the
approach of sunrise.

“Wow. We were up all night.” Violet couldn’t help but yawn.
As the excitement ebbed away, fatigue set in. “I should shower but I don’t think
I have the energy.”

“Just sleep. We’ll shower when we wake up.” Jonah appeared
to be in no hurry to leave the bed. That was just fine with her.

Though her body was tired, her brain refused to stay quiet.
She knew if she slept away her remaining time with Jonah, she would regret it.
After being awake for nearly twenty-four hours, it was a battle she was going
to lose.

Jonah’s hand in her hair was soothing, lulling her into
slumber. She concentrated on the numbing sound of his heart’s steady beat. It
chased away the thoughts she didn’t want to entertain and allowed her to simply
enjoy the moment.

The day would soon come and with it, the possibility of
being able to go home. It was bittersweet, to say the least. Violet refused to
allow anything to ruin the night. The only thing worse than having it be the
only one they would share was watching it slip away in the dawn’s first rays.
So she closed her eyes and slept.

The scent of fresh coffee roused Jonah from slumber. He
flung out a hand, finding the bed empty. Suddenly wide awake, he sat up with a
start. Violet sat at the small two-seater table sipping from a mug of coffee.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” She greeted him with a
smile. Her hair was a mess and she was clad in the hotel robe but she was a
vision worth waking up to.

“Have you been up long?” Jonah rubbed his eyes and
stretched. For a split second he’d thought she had left. He would have been
disappointed.

“Long enough to have breakfast brought up and run to my room
to get my things. I’m thinking we may be able to fly out today so I figured I
should be prepared.”

The digital clock on the side table revealed it to be just
past ten in the morning. He’d only slept a few hours. Violet had fallen asleep
right away, leaving him to stare at the flicker of firelight dancing on the
ceiling. For a while he’d simply enjoyed the way she felt draped across his
chest. Her even breathing had been soothing, calming.

When she rolled away and spread out across most of the bed,
Jonah had dug the hotel notepad and pen out of the side table and begun to
sketch. It had been so long since he’d just let the tool in his hand bring the
images in his mind to life. After an hour of furious pen strokes he’d stopped
and stared at the drawing of the sleeping woman at his side. Her hair was wispy
and disheveled and her lips perfectly pouty, even in sleep. Then he had tucked
it away in his suitcase.

“I guess we’ll have to call the airport and find out what’s
up. Have you done that yet?”

Violet shook her head. “No. I thought I’d wait until I got a
nice dose of caffeine and a shower. The snow out there doesn’t look so bad in
the light of day.”

Great. It was a good thing they could leave. It could have
been much worse. They could have been trapped for days.
If only.

Jonah ran a hand through his mess of hair and joined her at
the table. He didn’t bother with a robe and the chair was colder than he
expected on his bare ass. He made a startled noise and Violet smirked.

Coffee felt amazing after such a long night. Though as long
as it had been, it was still too short. A platter of eggs, bacon and toast sat
between them with a dish of fresh fruit on the side. They made small talk over
breakfast, each seeming to avoid the real issue. Did they exchange information?
Send emails and make long-distance phone calls? Or was that just prolonging the
inevitable conclusion that there was nothing more for them?

A slight frown creased Violet’s brow and he knew she was
wondering the same thing. Jonah was a mass of confusion. His life had been going
well. It was a smooth road of business success. He had been happy with his
career and content to bond with a woman only as much as was required for some
casual fun before moving on to the next. A recent promotion at work had
reassured him he was doing well in life. Things were good. But now he wasn’t so
sure.

His job was boring. He’d thought so before Violet said as
much. He had no time to maintain the connection needed with a woman to have
more than a casual encounter nor did he lose himself in the priceless moments
of creation anymore. His art suffered. He suffered. Jonah had been numb, going
through the motions. Regardless of what happened with Violet, he knew he didn’t
want to live that way anymore.

“I don’t want to make a mistake here.” The words spilled
from him before he could carefully craft them. “I don’t think we have a lot of
time left together. I want to make the most of it. But I can’t help but
wonder…do we keep in touch? Is that something you’d want?”

Violet’s fork clattered loud against her plate in the sudden
quiet. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to stay in touch. But I mean, what
do we do? Add each other to social media sites? Send emails? I think what it
comes down to is, do we want to see each other again? Can we pull it off? Because
if not, I think it’s better to leave and have one amazing night we can both
look back on fondly for the rest of our lives.”

He nodded, finding it hard to meet her eyes. “You’re right.
I would love to say we will see one another again but there are so many other
factors that come in to play.”

“Right. Work. Distance. The cost of making a trip.” Violet
shoved her plate away and refilled her coffee cup. “I know what you mean.”

The silence grew strained. Jonah was torn between what he
wanted and what he thought was best. He laughed nervously. “Maybe we should
wait until last minute, when we have to part ways. Make a split-second
decision. Is that stupid?”

“Yes. It probably is.” She laughed. “But I can’t think of a
better solution. So it works for me.”

“This is a little bit crazy.”

“Crazy is good. Sometimes.” She rose from the table and
began to gather a few things. “I’m going to hit the shower. Then I might brave
reality and see how many missed calls and messages are on my phone.”

The thought of Violet wet and naked with soap bubbles
cascading down her body got Jonah up out of his chair. “Wanna save water and do
a two-for-one? I’ll even scrub your back. Or anything else you want for that
matter.”

Her eyes sparkled and her lips curved into an alluring
smile. Instead of answering, she merely crooked a finger in a
come hither
gesture and disappeared into the washroom.

The bathrobe was pooled at her feet when he entered. She
turned the water in the shower on and reached to test the spray before stepping
in. The shower wasn’t designed for two but they made it work. If anything,
Jonah preferred the close quarters.

“You first.” He pressed himself against the shower wall,
allowing her first use of the hot spray.

He busied himself with the soap while Violet shampooed her
raven locks. Gliding it over her skin with slippery ease, Jonah worked up a
nice lather and though his hands were on her breasts, his eyes were on the
bubbles that slid down the inside of her leg. Violet herself was a work of art.

He thought about the picture hidden in his bag. How he would
love to draw all of her. Maybe he would after he got home. He was pretty sure
he had every inch of her memorized by now. From the tiny heart tattoo on her
ankle to the birthmark on her back and even the faint smattering of freckles on
her nose, Jonah had drank her in.

Violet took the soap and gave up her place beneath the
stream from the showerhead. As Jonah lathered shampoo through his hair, she
rubbed him down. Her hands on his body felt so right. They no longer felt like
the hands of a stranger, a temporary bed partner. They were Violet’s hands. She
didn’t feel like a stranger anymore. Throughout the night he’d had many
opportunities to get to know her. They’d talked, laughed and shared intimate
secrets.

The touch of Violet’s soapy hands was heavenly. She stroked
his hard length until his cock was covered in bubbles, taking a moment to
lovingly soap down his balls as well. Long after he was clean she continued to
stroke him.

They squeezed beneath the shower spray together to rinse
off. Jonah reached to turn off the water and she stopped him with a hand on his
wrist.

“Not so fast.” Slowly, Violet sank to her knees before him.
She held his cock firmly, her touch just aggressive enough to get his blood
rushing.

“It’s so small in here. And uncomfortable. Are you sure?”
Jonah looked down at her and found himself thrilled with the visual of her
knelt before him. Her wet hair clung to her face and shoulders and her eyes
were bright.

“Just stand so the water doesn’t hit me in the face,” she
instructed.

Before he could utter another word, she took him into her
mouth. Wet and warm, the tip of her tongue played around the sensitive head of
his swollen organ. She teased the tip before sucking him deep into her mouth.
She was able to take almost all of him, a vision that looked glorious as he
gazed down at her.

With one hand she gripped the base of his cock, holding him
firmly while she licked and sucked until he thought he would explode
immediately. It took conscious effort on his part to hold back. He wanted to
prolong this as long as possible.

Violet started a slow, rhythmic motion, taking him all in
and then slowly sliding him out from between her lips. Watching himself
disappear into her mouth was almost more than he could take. She was certainly
talented. Jonah watched the way she closed her eyes as she teased him with her
tongue and he wondered how he would be able to let her go.

Water dripped from his hair into his eyes and he furiously
rubbed it away. He wasn’t missing a moment of this. The visual was almost as
good as the sensations. Though it wasn’t quite as fulfilling as being buried
within her pussy, it was a damn close second. There wasn’t a single thing he
didn’t love about this woman. From her funny, delightful personality to her
tantalizing body and ability to see beyond the everyday to the things that
really mattered, Violet was everything he’d never realized he wanted.

She fell into a steady motion, her hand working in time with
her mouth to coax him toward the edge of climax. Jonah’s breath came faster.
Hot water poured down his body, increasing the myriad sensations. His balls
tightened and he could feel it, so close. Violet pushed him over the edge and
he was suddenly free falling into ecstasy.

Jonah opened his mouth to tell her but she was ready for his
release. She pulled back but continued to stroke him with her hand. He could
feel it all the way to his toes when he came. An eruption of seed that coated
her hand before finding its way down the drain.

A ragged moan mingled with the sound of the shower spray.
The bathroom was filled with steam. It was almost stifling. After turning the
water off he helped her up and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Lord, how
he wanted her. It was as if he couldn’t get enough. Jonah knew that was
partially due to their impending separation. He was suddenly desperate for as
much of her as he could have before then.

They all but fell out of the shower in a tangle of limbs.
Jonah clung to her, unwilling to break the powerful kiss. Violet fumbled to
reach the pile of clothing and personal hygiene accessories on the counter. In
a motion as smooth as any he’d pulled off, she pulled a condom from between
some clothing items and tore it open with a grin.

“I’m prepared this time,” she murmured as she rolled it down
his firm shaft. “Glad to see you’re still up for it.”

“Oh hell yes.” Jonah wasted no time lifting her up onto the
counter. He was oblivious to the things he sent flying onto the floor in his
haste.

Violet laughed, a seductive sound that made Jonah’s stomach
clench. She threw her arms around his neck and held tight as he slipped into
her waiting sheath. With a sigh, she slid her tongue between his lips. They
were both wet and slippery. It was a challenge to hold her but one he was up for.

Glancing over her shoulder he was drawn to their reflection
in the steam-covered mirror. He reached to wipe it, needing to see more of
them. The water smeared on the surface, distorting their image. It didn’t
matter. He could see them locked together as he thrust into her and it was a
sight he didn’t plan to forget any time soon.

Violet locked her legs around his waist. He didn’t know
where to put his hands. He wanted to touch all of her. From her face to her
breasts and then her hips. Jonah could feel time slipping away even as he
pumped deep inside her. The snow had only become a curse when it had ceased to
fall.

“Jonah.” His name was a whisper on her lips. There was so
much he heard in that whisper. She was dreading the end of this too. Were they
just fooling themselves? Would either of them feel this way if they’d met under
different circumstances?
Irrelevant.

Her stunning breasts bounced in time with his thrusts.
Violet threw her head back and moaned. She bit her bottom lip and utter bliss
adorned her face. Jonah couldn’t help but watch with pride. This wasn’t about a
one-night get-off for him. He genuinely wanted to please this woman.

Jonah licked a droplet of water from Violet’s neck. His eyes
closed and he thought of nothing but the taste and feel of her. She was hot and
slick around his cock. Her hair dripped water that cascaded down her shoulders
and chest. The cold drops mingled with their body heat, creating a refreshing
contrast.

Sensing that she was close to climax, Jonah increased his
pace, ensuring that he rubbed against her clit just the way he’d discovered she
liked it. He pounded into Violet with a desperation that was as enlightening as
it was unsettling. Her moans became cries and Jonah felt a deep-seated
satisfaction.

“Come on, baby.” He bit lightly at her neck and earlobe,
encouraging her toward release.

He felt her tense, heard her cries and he couldn’t hold
back. He came hard, spilling his cream in a sudden explosion. It had come from
seemingly nowhere. Almost simultaneously Violet’s inner muscles spasmed and a
flood of warmth encased his cock as she came.

She grasped the side of his face with a damp hand and kissed
him with a passion that made Jonah crumble. He held her tight for what felt
like a long time though it couldn’t have been long enough. After discreetly
disposing of the condom, Jonah picked her up and carried her to the other room.

They sprawled next to one another on the large bed. For all
that space, they needed very little. There was silence for a while. The call of
“Housekeeping!” at the door shattered the stillness, forcing them to resurface
and once again embrace reality.

Jonah turned the chambermaid away without opening the door.
Regardless, the spell had been broken. He looked at Violet lying next to him,
her wet hair soaking the pillows and sheets.