Page 26 of Just for the Holidays
He knew all too well what it was like to have a parent who made you feel like shit. But his father at least had the decency to stay out of his life. Perla’s mother on the other hand—despite acting like she couldn’t stand her children—seemed unable to stay out of their lives.
He hated how resigned she seemed to always fall short in her mother’s eyes, how it still hurt her. He knew he couldn’t spare her that. But he could make her feel good. Tonight, if she let him, he would worship her. Show her with his body and his hands that every inch of her was precious to him.
“Here, let me help you.” He quickly took his own coat off and reached for Perla as she attempted to slide out of hers. He carefully pulled it off her arms, and she shivered as the air hit her bare shoulders and back. He couldn’t help staring at the lines of her. He could write poetry about the way her soft curves felt under the palm of his hand. About the feel of her skin on his lips. The hunger she awakened in him.
He hung her coat on a hook and moved to stand behind her. He rubbed his hands together before placing them on her shoulders and bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. “You looked beautiful tonight,” he whispered against her warm skin, making her tremble in his arms. He loved this new style of hers. Vampy and a little mysterious. Made him want to discover all the things about her that he’d been too afraid to explore before. He’d suspected it six years ago and he was certain of it now. He could spend his life discovering this woman, finding a million different ways to make her feel loved. To make her believe that she was every inch as valuable as her name.
A pearl. A treasure.
He kept kissing her as she swayed in his arms. Pressing his lips down her neck and over to her shoulders. Pausing to take in her smell, greedily tasting her velvety skin. He wanted to consume her. He’d been getting nibbles when what he wanted was to feast on her. Take his time with every delectable part of her body he hadn’t yet tended to.
“Your hands feel like heaven,” she said in a breathy, low voice, like warm honey.
“I want you,” he confessed against her ear as his fingers worked on undoing the small buttons at the back of her gown.
“I want you, too. So much,” Perla gasped, brushing her ass against his hard cock. His hands shook with the need to possess her. He fought for control as he slowly revealed more of her skin. She’d gone without a bra since the back of the dress was so low. The thought of those brown peaks brushing against the soft material of her gown made him go impossibly harder.
“Perfect,” he said as he helped her step out of it. A primal noise rumbled in his chest as his hands slid down her back to the lacy edge of her panties. The black lace covered very little and it framed her delicious backside in a way that made his mouth water.
“What do you want?” he asked, holding himself back. He needed to ask if he was allowed to touch, because once he started he wasn’t stopping until there wasn’t a single inch of her left for him to savor.
“You,” she told him, and he wished he could give her all of him, forever. But they had tonight. Every ounce of his focus, every second of his attention, would be for her. Without hesitation he scooped her up, eliciting a surprised little squeal out of her. But she didn’t fight him; she just wrapped her arms around his neck and let him take her to the bedroom.
He was fully dressed, but for his shoes, and there was something carnal and raw about having her almost naked in his arms. He bent his head, seeking her mouth, and licked into her as he placed her down on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her spread thighs and took her in. With this woman in front of him like this, open and ready for him, Gael imagined himself on the edge of a crossroad that could take his life on a completely different path. One he could not come back from. Like every step forward would burn what he left behind.
He looked up at pert breasts lifting and descending with her quick breaths. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses, the embodiment of everything he’d ever wanted.
“Perla.” Her name was a commandment, a calling. A vow he would surely break. “Show me where you want me to touch you,” he demanded, and smiled when a flush of pink appeared on the apples of her cheeks.
His sweet Perla. She looked so different now than the girl he’d known. Her hair, her clothes, her body. She was more luscious now, grown. And yet, that shyness, that untainted pureness, was still there.
“Here,” she said and followed the command by palming her breast with one hand, and with the other she slid her panties down and off. Gael felt like all the air left his lungs at once. “Make love to me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as his cock turned to granite in his briefs.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, simply. No games. Just the truth. Then she turned those gray eyes on him. Like rolling clouds before a storm. “And don’t act like I’m a delicate flower. I may not have done this in a while, but I do know how bad I want this.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he said in a hoarse, taut voice as he ran the pads of his thumbs over her pussy. Her confession of not having sex with anyone else after they broke up should have made him feel like the worst kind of bastard, but his chest pulsed with the knowledge that he was still the only man to have ever been inside her. That when he entered her, he’d be the only one to ever fill her up. The only one to move inside her while she shattered in his arms. That no other man had felt the hot, delicious grip of her body. He let his hands roam over the silky skin of her legs, pressed his palms to the inside of her thighs so he could spread her for his view. He sucked in a breath when he saw the brown-and-pink dewy petals at her core.
“Gorgeous.” He looked up, already licking his lips in anticipation for her taste. “I’m starving for you.”
“Then consume me, Gael,” she demanded like an empress as she leaned back on her hands, her half-closed eyes focused on him. Without taking his gaze off her he brought one hand up to her breasts and pulled on the hard, brown tips.
“Ah,” she moaned, and arched her back to give him more access. And because he couldn’t help himself he lifted his mouth until he could suck on her nipples. He lazily circled one areola and the other, then ran the flat of his tongue between her breasts before returning to the place he craved.
He nudged her legs open and pressed his nose to the furrow of her labia. “I’m going to lick you. Circle this sweet littlepearlwith my tongue until you come.”
She laughed, a husky sensual laugh that made his dick pulse painfully in his slacks. He started with one long and slow lick with the flat of his tongue, which rewarded him with breathy little moans. “Suck on your fingers, babe,” he instructed her. “Play with your clit while I taste your honey. Show me how you make yourself come when you’re on your own.”
His head felt hot as she watched her do exactly as he asked her. She lifted one hand and inserted three fingers into her mouth. Sucked on them for a few seconds and swirled her tongue around them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, lips right against her heat before he speared her with his tongue. Her sweetness flooded his senses and he almost came on the spot. He lapped at her a few more times before he made himself stop. He grabbed her wrist and brought her wet fingers to her pussy. “Show me.”
“Bossy,” she panted as a wicked grin pulled up her lips. This woman didn’t stop surprising him. There was this untarnished purity to her, but she had a fire inside that could burn him to ashes. Gael had forced himself to forget how it had been with her. The way she ignited his blood every time they were together. The way that for him she was an incandescent flame no one else got to see. She always gave him everything. That was why no one since had ever come close. No one could undo him like Perla could.
“Keep going, amor,” he urged her, and she brought the pads of her fingers to her heat and touched herself. First, two fingers rubbing on her clitoris, then three. She circled them fast, spreading her legs wider.
“You’re so close,” he groaned as his dick pulsed in his pants.
