Page 80 of Perfume Girl
Us.
That was more than I could have hoped for, dared to wish for, and as he opened the door farther and came toward me, I raised my mouth to his and let out a soft moan as he captured me in his arms. His kiss was gentle and soothing, so different from the way he’d kissed me before, loving and yet possessive.
He reached down and gripped my wrists, walking me backwards until my back met the tile. Then he raised my arms above my head and pressed his body to mine, his kiss pressing into the curve of my neck and sending shivers through me.
He nipped my bottom lip, his tongue darting into my mouth as his warm body trapped me deliciously.
“It’s not enough,” I whispered.
“Want me inside you?” His voice was husky.
“More than anything.”
Astor let go of my wrists and with a gentle motion ran a fingertip along me, circling my clit. I shuddered in response as tingles of bliss shot through me.
His gaze blazed with passion as he lifted me up.
I flung my thighs around his waist, crying out, needing him in me more than my next breath. When I felt the first thrust I buried my face in the crook of his neck, ready to take all of him and bracing for the discomfort.
Astor gave a fierce shove and slid all the way in, filling me completely. I felt myself stretch painfully, accommodating his maddeningly large girth. As his hips shoved forward again he let out a moan and then withdrew slowly, only to push farther inside until I felt him so deep that a burst of pleasure flooded through me and my toes curled.
“Ready?” he said huskily.
It was going to be the passion we needed.
Cupping my buttocks to hold me in place, his fingertips digging into my flesh, Astor pressed me against the tile in a long, deep thrust and then eased out slightly, lifting the pressure momentarily. Then he became wild, fucking me furiously like a brilliant piston and sending wave after wave of pleasure though my body so intense all I could do was dig my fingernails into his back and hold on, never wanting these sensations to cease.
This position felt incredible, with my pelvis tipped upward to meet each strike so he grazed my clit. I became lost in this moment, lost in him, pleading with whimpers for what he was already giving me.
My thoughts obliterated into nothingness as I shuddered through a raging orgasm.
“You feel perfect,” he muttered. “So real.”
He raced toward his own climax, shuddering as he spilled his heat with such intensity that it sent me over the edge again, my cries drowned out by his groans.
Stillness came, and the only noise was that of the falling water and our breathing. This was the serenity in life I’d craved but until now had failed to find.
He pulled away to look at me and his warm smile made me feel cherished. It nudged out all that had gone on before between us, all the tension, all the confusion, all the doubt. When he eased me off him I moaned with need and it made him smile.
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” he said.
In a flurry of movement, he tugged me from the shower and grabbed two towels, drying us both off. Then he took my hand, interlocking our fingers, and led me out of the bathroom toward the bed.Hisbed.
A trickle leaked down my inner thigh, but I didn’t care because he’d marked me with his essence and the thought of it made me swoon. This was evidence of us as a couple and that made my heart soar. This was the passionate lovemaking I had craved but never found.
Astor pushed me gently onto the bed, on my back, and then stood between my legs. He saw the white trail on my thigh and ran his hand over it, his lust-filled gaze finding mine.
“Sometimes words are not enough,” he said affectionately. “So we find other ways.”
I didn’t feel self-conscious about my nakedness and I wasn’t pre-occupied with the change in our relationship…all I cared about was enjoying this intimacy. I refused to think too much or explore those dark recesses of my mind that were filled with doubt.
Astor kissed the arch of my foot and then slowly moved up to my ankle. He pressed his full lips all along my shin and then his mouth found my inner thigh, causing me to squirm with pleasure.
Before I could protest, his tongue began flicking my clit, his two fingers slipping inside me and working me back into a writhing frenzy. It felt wild and messy and out of control and I sucked in deep breaths, trying to endure the rising fragility of my heart at this level of surrender—what had once felt like a forbidden intimacy.
Finally, I wasn’t sad for all that had gone before…all the heartache and betrayal that had led me to him. It felt glorious in its exquisiteness.
Astor rose and flipped me over, facedown, and his right hand came down hard on bum. I yelled my delight at the shock of the sting as he gripped my hips on either side and entered me once more, owning my pussy with each fierce blow. His right hand reached around to strum my clit, sending jolts of pleasure to my very core. He brought us both to that place of forgetting once more, and we tumbled into a seeming abyss.
