11. INTIMACY
1227 Words
PENELOPE'S POV
Even though, there was a high music booming from the stereo, the tension in the car was hard to miss.
I kept looking through the window. For a sign maybe, I didn't know then.
What if Tristan hurts me?He was among the kidnappers.
No,he saved me,my sub contradicted itself.
Does he love me like the way I do?
Tristan changed the radio station and Ariana's sing eased to our ears.
one last time,I wish to be the one to take you home.
Ariana was like my idol. I loved her style, the way she dressed and most importantly, her music. I knew the song word by word therefore, I sang to it throughout the entire ride.
In a while, we finally pulled to his apartment.
Tristan carried my bags to his house,rather our home declining my help.
He helped me arrange my staff in the wardrobe.
"Where should I place this picture?"I implored him holding the frame of our family photo.
"Here,next to our bed,"He offered.
That picture was taken just before my dad died,when our family was still complete.
To pay daddy respect,I carried it everywhere and place it on my bedside table.
"No,this is our bed now,not mine. If we need to place here a framed photograph then it has be a picture of the two of us,"I stated placing the picture in one of the drawers.
"If you insist,"He agreed,"But I feel bad when it is not displayed yet you treasure it so much. You can't hide it in that drawer forever baby,I must find a way."
"Sure, anyway, we better start cooking dinner because am starving."I mumbled walking to the kitchen.
I froze when he kissed me abruptly from behind. He distracted me to later pick a bottle of Gilbey's from his bar.
"No shots please, till after dinner,"I warned sternly taking the vodka bottle from him.
"Holy f**k!"He cursed and I punched him hard on his back making him groan.
"You little witch,come here,"He lifted me up and sat me on the counter."What are we cooking?"He implored.
"Fries and grilled chicken."I suggested.
"Fries and grilled chicken it is,"he repeated grabbing raw chicken wings from the fridge.
"I am going to make the fries,"I offered.
"No no no,"He turned down my offer, putting on a white apron,"You are my guest,just relax and let me do the job,"He requested grabbing the butcher's knife and cutting the chicken into smaller portions.
"So you mean I will sit here doing nothing,"I frowned.
"Read that f*****g magazine,"He passed me a Vogue magazine.
"Huh!Alright,"I prattled flipping the pages.
Just then, my phone blinked.
"Get me the phone Tristan,"I commanded.
"Yes ma'am,"He scoffed handing me my phone.
Aurora
Hope you are safe,if you ain't,just come back.
Me
Am fine over here,goodnight.
Aurora
No probs Sleep well.
Love love love.
"Who the f**k is that?"Tristan who was watching me the entire time asked.
"My ex,"I lilted arrogantly.
"Give me the f*****g phone and let me tell the motherfucker that you are mine now!"He shouted rather frustrated.
I quickly placed the phone in my bra and that was a foolish move because he quickly diped his hand there to get it.
His touch, Oh my God.
He tickled me and I surrendered throwing my hands in the air.
"Damn! This is Aurora,why did you lie to me."He shrugged.
"I am sorry."I stared at the ground now that I noted that he was very much disappointed in me.
"Jeez!I was joking P."He reached to where I was and made my tank top wgich I had not realised that it left my right boob uncovered.
My smooth cheeks turned crimson due to the embarrassment.
Tristan noticed this and kissed me slightly on the lips.
I cupped his face with my hands as he continued kissing me intensifying his pace. My body was in electric waves. I trembled in pleasure.
I kissed him back parting my lips slowly to allow him to dip his tongue in. As his tongue touched mine, his hands struggled to open my bra.
My heart beat faster.
I did not feel my tank top falling off I noticed when I saw it lying on the floor when I started moaning as his tongue rolled over my n*****s in a circle making me wet.
We had this sense urgency yet we knew we had all the time in the world.
My legs snaked around his waist and I felt tingling between my thighs.
Nothing felt forced or rehearsed,everything that happened was part of the moment. He was there for me.
He kissed me again before his lips travelled down my neck leaving a hickey. His tongue tormented my body by sending spasms of sweet ecstasy .His hands did not have any destination or motive either.
I let out a small mourn and I could see him smiling from the corner of my eyes.
It wasn't rushed but I rushed to it .I forced his baseball t shirt out of him, almost reaping it apart.
The fresh tattoos that filled his chest made him so appealing.
We were so sweaty but it never crossed our minds.
I couldn't take it anymore,he finished undressing me and his lips had touched every part of my body it could get.
Thank God I was on birth control.
He placed me down,on the kitchen floor..
He accurately and skillfully slid into me.
I purred with pleasure as the awesomeness flowed down my spines and through my veins.
I lost my self consciousness in the pure moment of euphoria.
He is very good at it.
I felt back to myself,like I was coming back home,into my body.
It unraveled all of my insecurities .I felt confident in myself. It stopped time and space. I think that feeling come from feeling safe with him.
I surrendered so deeply in him that I would melt into nothingness.
My fingertips traced his tattoos all along.
After a few minutes, I felt a slow vibrating wave,starting at my ankles and arching to my back and flowing to the top of my head.
It felt best compared to other drugs I have ever taken.
I felt alive.
Soon enough, he lied beside me breathing heavily. I also struggled for oxygen myself.
"Is that something burning?"I asked him watching his chest move up and down.
"What the f**k!The chicken."His muscle tensed up as he stood up swiftly to switch off the oven.
I was too tired to move so I pulled my tank top and used it to cover my groin area.
Was I just naked before him?
"We have to order food. There is nothing for us to eat,"He suggested after wearing his boxers so quickly.
He handed me his t shirt and I threw it into my body. I was petite do it nearly covered my entire things.
"Pizza palace,one big pizza please,"Tristan made the phone call.
"Chicken,"He corrected and hang up.
"I will be in the shower."I told him walking to our bedroom.
"No,we will be in the shower."He chuckled following me and s******g my ass.
We showered together and needless to say,we would have ended up making love if it were not for the doorbell.
I threw his t-shirt on once again and a booty short before I headed for the door.
Opening the door,my eyes meet a petrified Max.
"Really?"He asked handing me the pizza.
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