I try not to smile too wide. “Weirder than you dressing up my dick?”

“That’s cute, not weird,” Violet says.

She’s still got her fingers where I’m going to be soon and her other hand wrapped around my cock. I squeeze my erection to draw her attention there. “Look at the size of your hands compared to mine.”

She glances at our fingers. “Oh, huh… I guess that makes sense.”

I stroke up, sliding my thumb over the head. Violet follows with her own, and I groan. “You know what, you should take over here, and I’ll take you over.”

“Okay.” She eases her fingers out and links them with her other hand, so both surround my cock. Then she shifts around so I have the access I need. It’s a great visual, and it feels fucking awesome with how slick her hand is.

I circle her clit with a knuckle, savoring her quiet whimper, before I push inside.

“Oh, God, Alex. I love your fingers.”

“Does that feel good?” I already know it does, but I also like hearing it, and I need the ego feed.

“So good.” Her grip on me tightens when I add another finger, and she moans. Loudly.

“It’s a little different than your three fingers, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Her chest is blotchy—the way it gets when the dirty talk turns her on.

“You want me to make you come?”

“Please.”

I curl my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. It’s awkward since it’s my left hand instead of my right, but I use more pressure and rub faster, like she did, to see if it works better than my usual method.

She looks down to where my fingers disappear inside her. “Alex, I’m—oh, holy orgasm!”

Violet bows forward as she groans my name. She’s forced to let go of me when she almost topples over on my chest. She braces a hand on either side of my head, shifting her hips as she fucks my hand. Her face is inches from mine. I can feel each hot pant across my lips as she whispers how good I make her feel and how much she loves my hands and wants my cock.

It’s really hot, and for the first time since this stupid fucking accident, I feel legitimately good. I can still take care of my fiancée like I’m supposed to.

She shudders and sucks my bottom lip softly.

“Was that good?”

She makes a sound that’s probably a word, but her tongue is in my mouth so it’s unintelligible.

“What was that?”

She stops kissing me long enough to say, “I wanna fuck you.”

“Well, you should probably get on my cock, then, shouldn’t you?”

“I should. Definitely get on your cock.”

I wait until Violet pushes up and sits on my thighs before I withdraw my fingers. She shimmies up, then rises and grabs hold. She doesn’t sit right down, though. Now that she’s had an orgasm, Violet goes into tease mode. Her head drops, her eyes focused on where she’s rubbing the head of my cock over her clit.

“Hello, Super MC. Are you excited for beaver hugs?” she whispers.

Some of the intensity dissipates. It’s not uncommon for Violet to talk to my dick like it’s going to answer her.

I flex so it kicks in her hand. She jumps and giggles. “Ohh! He’s really excited, isn’t he?”

“It would appear that way. Maybe you should stop with the teasing and give him what he’s looking for.” That I also refer to my dick as a person is probably something most people would suggest therapy for.

Violet takes my comment seriously and shifts her hips forward, lining us up. I tense when she lowers herself, taking in the head, and all the aches in my body flare until I relax again.

“You know…” She stays like that for a few seconds. “If Super MC could breathe, sex would kind of be like breath play, right?”

“What?” I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“You know, those people who like their air supply cut off during sex.”

“I think you need to take a break from some of those smut books you’re reading.”

“It’s Charlene’s fault. She’s the one who keeps recommending them.”

“Can we not talk about Charlene when we’re about to have sex, please?”

“Right. Sorry.” She drops down until her ass rests on my thighs.

I groan and ball my hands into fists—which makes my right shoulder sing with pain—and wait for her to move. I can’t decide whether I like being at her mercy or not. Violet circles her hips, and her soft moans keep me in the present instead of hanging out in my head, feeling sorry for myself. I feel badly that she has to do all the work, but it’s pretty fucking hot watching her.

“Is it good? Does it feel good?” she asks.

“So good.”

She keeps moving over me. I know she’s taking it easy, unsure exactly what makes me feel good or bad. While I appreciate the view, I’d like her closer. Besides, she’s more likely to come again if she’s rubbing up on my pelvis, and she can’t really do all the work and rub herself at the same time.

“C’mere.” I crook a finger.

She leans forward and puts a palm on either side of my head again. Her nipples brush my chest, but she holds her own weight. “It’s a good thing Sunny’s been forcing me to do all this yoga, eh?”

She’s sweaty, and her cheeks are flushed. She looks gorgeous and sexy. “Definitely a good thing.”