Just Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 4)

by Heather Guimond

  I smiled happily. “It seems everyone in the household had a very good day, then.”

  Justin looked down at Sammy with the same small smile and nodded. Then we began to speak at the same time.

  “I was thinking maybe we should order in tonight…”

  “I thought we might have something delivered and then maybe watch a movie after Sammy goes to sleep…”

  We both burst into laughter.

  “And so, it begins,” Justin said.

  I looked at him strangely. “What begins?”

  “The part where we start sharing a brain. You know, thinking the same things, finishing each other’s sentences. The things which happen with couples.”

  Having him refer to us ‘a couple’ sent my heart soaring even higher. Today had been a pivotal day. Being me, my mind started to race forward, trying to figure out all the ins and outs of our relationship. I was about five cerebral miles into it when I heard Justin clear his throat. When I looked at him, he shook his head.

  “Stop, Mimi. I smell the smoke coming from your ears. Don’t analyze it. Just let it happen for once.”

  “Sorry,” I smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Some things will never change, but I’ll do my best to get a grip on them.”

  “I guess that’s all I can really ask,” he said as he stood and walked over to sit next to us on the couch. “So, how do subs from Tino’s sound?”

  “Make it double meat, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” I replied.

  I faintly heard Justin mutter under his breath, “Oh, I’ll double your meat, alright.”

  “What was that you said,” barely able to keep the amusement from my voice.

  “What? Oh, it wasn’t anything. I said ‘Double meat. Right.’ You know, like checking it off a list,” he replied simply.

  I “Mmhmm,” I smirked at him. “It sounded something like that.”

  Justin winked at me, then ruffled Sammy’s hair. He gave me a quick kiss as he leaned forward to pull his phone out of his back pocket.

  As Justin was ordering the food, I took Sammy into the kitchen to make him something to eat. He wasn’t quite ready for the joys of a hot pastrami sandwich, so I whipped up a small pot of macaroni and cheese. Whatever was leftover would be lunch for us the next day.

  Unsurprisingly, Sammy barely made it through his dinner. As I watched him try to eat, I was tickled when his eyes would droop, and his head would begin to fall forward even as he tried to bring a spoonful to his mouth. After making sure he’d had a sufficient amount to fill his little belly, I took him from the highchair and off to his room. Justin followed me and once he was tucked in and we’d both given him our kisses, we stood in the doorway watching him as we often did. It was a sight which never got old. Every day he grew, he turned into an even more beautiful child. His dark hair was already thick for a child his age, and he had the most impossibly long eyelashes which brushed against the tops of his cheeks when his eyes were closed. Watching him like that, his body so relaxed and his breathing deep and even, with Snowflake curled up on the floor at the foot of his bed, made my heart swell every time. How lucky was I to be a part of this life with him and Justin?

  I could have stood there forever, but the sound of the doorbell chiming at the front of the house had Justin grabbing my hand and quietly leading me out of the room. I closed the door softly and followed him to the living room. As he was paying for the food, I scanned the new releases available on the DVR. I wanted to set the right tone, and I didn’t think our standard fare of action movies and comedies would further my little agenda. I wanted a love story of some kind. Not a chick flick per se, although knowing Justin, he’d think anything which didn’t have explosions or potty-humor was a chick flick. Since there wasn’t anything new available which fit my mood, I dug deep into the archives for an old movie. After flipping through the listings and rejecting all rom-coms and cliché classics, I finally settled for Somewhere in Time. It was old, but not too old and to me, heartbreakingly romantic. I thought it might have enough allure for a guy, too.

  “Hey Justin, do you like ghost stories?” I asked, trying to pitch the movie as something other than what it was. Ghost stories are kind of manly, right?

  “I like a good spooky movie, sure,” he replied. The movie wasn’t actually what I’d deem spooky, but I wasn’t above misleading him a little to achieve my own ends this time.

  “It even has Superman in the movie if that helps.”

  “A spooky Superman movie? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything about that. How did I miss this one?” he said as he plopped down next to me on the sofa.

  “No, not Superman, Superman. They guy who played him in the 80’s. No superpowers in this film. Well… not the standard ones, anyway.”

  Justin looked at me with an arched brow. “Mimi, are you ordering porn?”

  “Wha-, wait, what?”

  “Well, the way you said he didn’t have ‘standard’ superpowers, my mind went to other places.”

  “You are a very disturbed individual, Justin. I want to go on record with that.”

  He shook his head slowly. “You and everyone else I know think that. Okay, let’s get this spooky, non-superhero, non-porn movie started.” He stopped for a second, then said, “You realize that doesn’t make this movie sound very good.”

  “Because it doesn’t have a superhero or naked women in it?”

  “Well, yeah. But only for you, I’m willing to give it a shot. However, if I don’t like it, we’re going to get a superhero movie or a porno. Just warning you now.”

  “I am duly warned.” I looked at him dryly. “Now shut up and watch, Mister.”

  Justin reached over and put his arm around my shoulders, neatly tucking me against his side. For the better part of the next two hours, Justin was engrossed in the film. I really hoped it had the effect on him I was looking for. I wanted his feelings, his heart, close to the surface. His face gave nothing away, other than he was paying close attention.

  When the movie was over, he looked at me. “Well, Peaches. That wasn’t a ghost story.”

  “No, not exactly. But close, right?”

  “Only in the loosest sense. It also wasn’t a superhero movie or porn.”

  I nodded, pretending to be thoughtful. “No, that’s true, too.”

  He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. “Well, I think you’ve managed to do something no one else has ever done before. You found something that wasn’t a superhero movie, didn’t have explosions or porn in it, and I wasn’t bored or miserable.”

  “So, you liked it? It was good, right?”

  “It was very good. But if you tell anyone I said so, there will be retribution. Understand?”

  “Oh, really? And what will you do, Mr. Sever?”

  “You’ll have to watch a marathon of either superhero movies or porn. I can’t decide just yet, so I suggest you not test your luck.”

  “It’s not much of a punishment, Justin. I like superhero movies.”

  “Porn it is then!” he cried.

  “Who said I don’t like porn, too?” I teased.

  His mouth dropped open, and I laughed loudly. He suddenly grabbed me and forced me onto my back, tickling my sides.

  “You know you can’t say things like that to me. I’m skeptical, so you’re going to have to prove it!”

  Between fits of giggles, I gasped out, “I… didn’t… I… didn’t! I just… implied… I might! Now, please… let me up before I pee… my pants!”

  He just tickled harder and faster. “Oh, so now you’re kinky, too?” My face must have turned bright red because he stopped as suddenly as he began.

  Gasping for air, I sat back up and playfully smacked his chest. “Since when are you such a pervert?” I asked.

  “Oh Peaches, I have been ever since I discovered girls in middle school. I’ve been on my best behavior around you.”

  “What do you mean? I thought we knew pretty much everything there was to know about each other after a
ll these years.”

  He gave me that look, the one some people get which silently asks if you have some kind of learning disability.

  “We know an awful lot about each other, this is true. But, I can safely say there’s one great big area we’ve never explored. I intend to rectify that in due time, but for now, I’ll give you a few little hints about that aspect of my life.”

  I swallowed nervously. “Is there some big surprise or shock I should prepare myself for? I assume, based upon the recent topic, you’re referring to sex.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” A wide grin spread across Justin’s face. “I most certainly am. I don’t think any of my interests are all that shocking, but then I’m remarkably open-minded. I’m not sure how you’ll react, though. You’re a little straight-laced.”

  “I’m what? Do we actually know each other? I am not straight-laced.” I crossed my arms and sat back on the sofa with a loud, “Hmph.”

  “Look at you right now, sitting there all prissy and pissy. Any other girl would be trying to prove me wrong.”

  “You’re trying to bait me into making a move, aren’t you?”

  “Okay, maybe a little.” Justin’s grin turned to chagrin. “You’re loving it though, aren’t you?”

  “You are a very confusing man. If this is your idea of foreplay, I have to wonder where your reputation as a ladies’ man began.”

  “Oh, that does it!” Justin cried, before pouncing on me and tickling me once again.

  I thrashed about beneath him, desperate to get free. Before I knew it, we were wrestling and grappling on the floor. I had a brief thought that this was the most bizarre encounter we’d ever had, and I couldn’t believe abstract talk of sex had brought it on. What did that foretell for our relationship? It hardly seemed sexy, yet the sheer physicality of our bodies writhing against each other was titillating in its own way.

  Soon enough, Justin had me pinned beneath him, both of us panting heavily from the exertion. Our eyes met and held. My world was reduced to the look in his eyes. With his hips pressed against mine, it was obvious he, too, was affected by our little tussle. As I looked at him, he lowered his head to mine and gave me a gentle kiss. It was quite a contrast from the few moments before, but it wasn’t anything short of amazing.

  Slowly, with each soft caress of his lips, I felt my pulse begin to pound harder than it did when we were wrestling. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with all my might. He brought his hand up to tangle in my hair. He gripped the strands tightly before angling my head into the exact position he wanted it. Then he kissed me deeper and harder than he ever had before. Justin’s kisses always had the power to send me to another dimension, but I swear each and every one was better than the last.

  Where the kisses on our little picnic by the beach had been lazy and unhurried, these were blazing in their intensity and fire. I found myself squirming beneath him with every lick of his tongue against mine. My body strained to be closer to him. When his hands began to roam from my hair, down my neck and not stopping until one landed on my breast, I could tell he was feeling the same sort of urgency. He handled the full, firm flesh roughly. It wasn’t painful, but lacked his usual tenderness. I could only describe it as passion. It wasn’t long before he pulled back and rose to a kneeling position. He grasped both of my hands in his large palms and pulled me up to a standing position with him.

  “Follow me,” he whispered softly. “While I love the spontaneity of losing ourselves in each other on the floor, I would rather keep you in comfort this time.” He paused for a moment before pulling me tight to his body and running his lips over my neck. “I’ve waited to be this close to you for a long time and have imagined it a thousand or more different ways. The last thing I want you to remember is how your tailbone ached from being pressed into the hard floor. If we wait any longer, I won’t be able to contain myself and you may end up with rug burns.”

  Between my shivers and the goosebumps from the memory of the feeling of his mouth exploring the column of my neck, I nodded quickly. Truthfully, I didn’t care if I ended up with a few abrasions as long as he continued to do the miraculous things he was doing to me. Nevertheless, if he wanted to move things to a more intimate setting, I was down with that.

  With a last kiss on my lips, he pulled me by the hand to his bedroom. Of course, I’d been in the room before, but as I crossed the threshold this time, it struck me that I’d never look at it the same way again. It was about to become a place of pleasure, thrills, and the greatest intimacy we’d ever known together. It may be silly and sentimental, but I saw it rapidly becoming my favorite room in the house.

  He turned to me as we entered, then cradled my face in the palms of his hands as he kissed me deeply, once again. I felt myself melt and my body mold to his. I clutched at his chest, in part to steady myself and partly because I needed to feel his hard body beneath my hands. I gave them free rein, gliding them down his t-shirt until they found the hem. I slid them beneath the soft cotton fabric and over the smooth skin of his abdomen. I’d known how muscled and toned his body was, but the feeling of his skin was beyond compare. As I moved my hands further up, he reached down and whipped his shirt over his head, exposing all that glorious flesh to me. I moved my lips to his neck as he took hold of my hips and leaned his head back. I took full advantage, kissing my way down the length to his shoulder, allowing my tongue to brush over it, tasting his lightly salty flavor. I unconsciously moaned as the taste burst on my tongue. He was downright edible.

  As his hands explored my back, he slowly turned us around and backed me toward the bed, until my thighs hit the edge of the mattress. He pulled back, looking into my face with the most heated gaze. I watched intently as he licked his lips. I went weak in the knees from that look.

  He grasped the hem of my shirt and slowly raised it over my head until we were skin to skin. Of course, I had my bra on, but readied myself to make short work of it. I reached behind my back to undo the clasp, but he stilled my hands.

  “No,” he whispered hoarsely. “I am going to take my time undressing you. Let me do this my way.”

  I dropped my hands and surrendered my body to him. I hoped he wouldn’t mind me doing the very same thing as I slipped them between our bodies and grasped the waistband of his jeans and attempted to undo the top button. He took hold of my hands and pulled them behind my back as he softly tsk-tsked me.

  “No, not this time,” he said as he crossed my wrists and held them fast in one hand. “I need you to keep your hands behind you like this. I am going to devour every inch of your luscious body, and I don’t need you distracting me. I promise you’ll get your turn.”

  I mewled in frustration, but did as he instructed. He kissed me again before moving over to the side of my face and pulling my hair back in his hand. He licked the outer rim of my ear, then taking the fleshy part of the lobe between his teeth, he bit down. It wasn’t too hard, but it got my attention and made my blood begin to heat. He moved downward, grazing his teeth roughly against my neck as he cupped my breasts in his palms. He massaged them firmly before finally reaching behind my back and unclasping the offending scrap of material. He then slipped one strap down my shoulder until the globe was exposed. He sucked in a deep breath as he simply watched his hand kneading it, then tracing his fingertips over and around the fullness. Soon, his hand found the tight and straining nipple and pinched it roughly. I gasped as the slight pain seared through the rigid peak, my pulse pounding harder. He smirked, then did it again, this time adding a soft tug on the swollen bud. Hands still behind my back, I arched into his chest, begging for more. My arms fell to my sides as he drew my lacy bra down further until it was all the way off.

  “You can keep your hands down for a moment, but don’t get any ideas. The current rule remains in effect. Nod if you understand.”

  I breathed deeply as I quickly bobbed my head. If he wanted to be in complete control, I wasn’t about to argue. I surrendered myself completely as
he guided me back and down onto the bed. I scooted back until I was laying crosswise on the bed, fully ready for whatever he had in store for me. Justin kneeled on it, straddling my body as he ran his hands down my arms.

  “Your skin is amazing. I’ve never felt anything so luxurious in my life. It’s better than silk,” he said, before moving them to my shoulders and down over my chest. He brought his head up and kissed me thoroughly, alternately nibbling at my lips then sliding his tongue over them. I opened my mouth, inviting him to search inside, but he smiled and shook his head softly again. My God. This man was going to torture me slowly.

  He leaned down further and whispered in my ear, “This is my show. Your only job is to lay back and enjoy it.” He gently kissed me again before moving further down my chest. I was zapped with a current of electricity when his lips circled one of my nipples. He laved it with his tongue before pulling it deep into his mouth and sucking hard. I swear, I felt the shock in my pussy, and my legs involuntarily parted wider at the sensation. Taking it as a cue, Justin lowered his body onto mine, nestling his hips between my thighs. I felt the hard press of his erection against my sensitized core and whimpered in response. I couldn’t help but lift my hips to grind against him to relieve the ache I was feeling. Fortunately, he permitted it. Clearly touching him with my hands wasn’t allowed, but my body’s response to his careful attention was perfectly fine. Keeping my hands to myself was a near impossible feat, but I vowed to let the rest of my body do the taking for me.

  As Justin continued to suckle my left breast, he brought his hand up to plump the other one. To my surprise, I felt a sharp slap on it. My clit throbbed harder in response. No one had ever done such a thing to me. My eyes opened in surprise, and I looked down to find him studying my face carefully. He grinned when he saw me looking at him in wonder. He slapped my tit again with a little more force, and I writhed beneath him. He must have been holding back because suddenly he moved back to my mouth and kissed me harder than ever, his hand winding into my hair and pulling tight. He devoured my mouth hungrily, licking and sucking and biting before diving back to my neck and doing the same thing. I lost all sense of reason at that point, his passion flooding my senses and sending my mind into orbit.