Page 49 of Perfume Girl
“I ravaged your pussy,” he said softly, then nipped my shoulder. “So everything that comes afterwards will be easier for you, surely?”
My body shuddered as his words resonated through me.
“That doesn’t mean…” He paused, lifting me and throwing me back onto the bed. “That I won’t be thorough.”
I bounced on the mattress, laughing, as he began to undress.
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing chiseled abs and a toned athletic form. As he stripped out of his pants, my gaze ran over his long, firm legs and muscled thighs. He showed no shame in his nakedness—unlike me, who had reached for a gold-braided throw and was using it to cover myself.
He stood at the end of the bed and whispered, “I didn’t intend…”
I stared at his face, trying to understand his concern.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said.
“Ahhh. I do.” I felt his gaze on me as I rose from the bed and hurried out to grab my purse.
The fact I had a condom was a miracle. Hazel had thrown it to me over drinks one night and had told me getting laid was a good way to get over my ex. I’d popped it into my handbag, assuming it would expire before I needed it.
Now I was feeling stunned that I had seriously considered going bareback because I wanted him so badly…his kiss, his body crushed against mine, his cock buried deep inside me.
This was the biggest risk I’d taken in my life—or so it felt. It was wild and spontaneous and delicious.
I handed Astor the condom packet and he studied it, his gaze rising to meet mine.
“Only one?”
“Yes.”
He grinned. “We’ll just have to be imaginative then, won’t we?”
I climbed onto the bed, my gaze riveted on Astor as he rolled the condom onto his hefty erection, its length and girth impressive. The promise of pleasure had me licking my lips in anticipation. In a daze, I pulled the throw over me once more.
Astor leaned forward and tugged the throw out of my grip. “I want to look at you.” He crawled slowly onto the bed as though stalking me.
In a flash of raw power he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, using his knees to spread my legs. It felt rough and primal and sent my senses reeling. This was the kind of raw passion I’d never imagined I’d experience again.
I opened my thighs wider and raised my hips against his weight to coax him inside me. His mouth captured my right nipple and he suckled firmly, sending sharp pangs of delight radiating straight down.
He let go of my wrists, moving his mouth over to my other breast to play with my pert nipple. His languid gaze found mine and in that moment I forgot everything else. It was the way he looked at me, the authority he wielded, the passion he exuded…it was easing away my sadness.
I turned my face away to hide my emotions.
“You have a beautiful body, Raquel.” He ran his palm up my waist and along my arm. “You are a living poem,” he cooed. “Perfect in every way.” His warm hand ran over my belly. “Your curves are that of a real woman.” He kissed my stomach and then lowered his head between my thighs, pressing his lips to me. “You’re ready for me.”
“Yes.” I sighed. “So ready.”
He pushed himself up until his body lay along mine and then pressed his cock against my tautness, easing himself in as he stared down at me, watching my reaction at his deep thrust. A dull ache of pleasure enveloped me as he circled his hips slowly to heighten the sensation. Then he leisurely withdrew, only to plunge all the way in filling me completely. I squeezed myself tightly around him, milking his hard shaft as waves of ecstasy wracked my body.
My breathing became ragged as I wrapped my legs around him possessively, needing him more than I’d realized before, but then letting go as he took the lead, my pelvis rocking perfectly in sync with his.
In his expression I suddenly saw a flash of vulnerability appear, and he buried his face against my neck as though to hide it. Maybe this man was more sensitive than he wanted me to see.
“Look at me, please,” I whispered.
He lifted his head and held my gaze, and I saw his façade fall away and kindness fill his eyes. It felt like we were the only two people in the world as we moved in perfect rhythm with each other.
“Astor,” I said softly.
