I raise my hands in supplication and lie back again, watching as she crawls over to me on her knees. Her bra is covered in crystals, and it shimmers in the light. I take in the rest of her, appreciating the dip in her waist and the lace band of the garters as they draw my eye down.

“Uh, Violet?”

She sets the basket down beside her as she settles back on her heels. “Yes, Alex?”

“What’s going on here?” I smooth my hand up her thigh, but before I can get anywhere good, she rises up on her knees.

“I made my beaver a veil!” She thrusts her hips forward so I can get a better look. It’s a mini replica of the one she’s wearing on her head.

“So you did.” I laugh, because of course Violet made a veil for her beaver. “How is that even on there?”

“I used double-sided tape.” She flicks at it with her fingertip, making the material flutter.

Under the white gauzy fabric are letters. I lift it to find the words Beave + MC stamped with black block letters.

I palm her ass, laughing. “C’mere. I wanna show the beave how much I love her.”

“Wait! We have to have a ceremony first!”

“What?”

“The beave and Super MC—I have a ceremony planned. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick. Then they can hug it out.”

I lie back, because honestly, she wouldn’t be the woman I love if she didn’t do things like this.

She opens the basket and peers inside. Then she plucks something out and puts it behind her back. “Close your eyes.”

“You’re not going to tie anything to my dick, are you?”

“Nope. No tying.”

I do as I’m asked. Violet gives my erection, which is at full mast, a long, slow stroke. I peek through a slit in one lid when I feel the light brush of her veil—the one on her head—on my abs. It’s followed by her humid breath on the head of my cock, and the soft press of her lips. I groan when she takes me in her mouth, but just up to the ridge.

“Violet, baby, if you’re going to give me a blow job while you’re wearing all this, I’d really like to watch.” I’m still peeking—because fuck missing this—but it mostly looks like my eyes are closed.

She shifts so I’m looking at her veil and her hair, like she knows I’m not really following directions. “Don’t worry, Alex. You’ll get to watch me blow you soon enough.”

She sucks on the head again, and I groan. I can’t shove my hands in her hair because she’s wearing the veil. A strange ticklish sensation follows. And then her mouth is on me again. Her warm, wet tongue strokes the length of my entire cock, all the way around. Something smooth and cool is wrapped around me; it’s unfamiliar. Violet sits back on her heels again. She’s smiling.

I look down at my dick. He currently has eyes, but this time they look like the candy ones, and again there’s a mustache. And he’s blue.

“Uh…”

“It’s his superhero suit!” Violet pulls something else out of the basket. “And here’s his cape!”

“Is that a Fruit Roll-Up?”

“Yup! Smart, right? No snuffie suffocation this time, and it’s edible!” She licks the edge of the cape and attaches it to the suit.

“You’re crazy.”

“You love me anyway.”

“This is true.”

She grabs her camera phone, and I don’t stop her when she snaps a few shots of my artificial fruit flavor-wrapped dick. She gets a few more with her veil-covered beaver in the shot as she performs a “ceremony.”

I take the last shot, which is of her hovering over my cock so the tip kisses her clit. It’s ridiculous, and I’m about ready to get inside her.

“You done with your photoshoot? We’ve been married almost twenty-four hours, and I haven’t made love to my wife yet.”

“I really love it when you call me wife, husband.”

I toss the phone aside and rearrange her legs so she’s straddling me. I sit up so I can kiss her. At the same time, I reach around behind her and flick the clasp on her bra.

I kiss my way from her shoulder up her neck to her mouth. “How about Mrs. Violet Waters? You like that, too?”

“I really like that.” Violet moans and rubs up against me. Unfortunately, all the Fruit Roll-Up action is muting the sensation.

“We need to get rid of the costume.”

“I was planning to eat it off.” Violet pushes on my chest so I lie back again. Her nose wrinkles at the way the cape is now stuck to the suit. “Hmm, maybe not the part that’s all wet now.”

She starts peeling it away; some comes off easily, but other stuff is stuck pretty good to my shaft. I’m not going to complain as she sucks the little candies off the head and then goes about licking and sucking the bits of blue off. As bizarre as it is, it feels amazing.

There are stains left behind, and her tongue is blue when she’s done, along with her lips. She reaches into her basket of tricks and pulls out a washcloth so she can clean me up.

“Looks like you thought of everything. What else you got in there?” I grab the basket and check out the contents. It’s full of sex toys and lube and all sorts of amazing things. One item in particular catches my eye. It’s still in the package. “What’s going on here?”

“Shit. I didn’t mean for that to be in there.” She tries to grab it out of my hand, but I hold it out of reach.