Shattered Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 1)

by Heather Guimond

  I should have known Vance would do this differently than all the other men I’d been with, just as he’d done with everything else. He didn’t go straight for my clit and suck on it like there was no tomorrow. No, instead, Vance licked every part of me as softly as a butterfly’s wings, paying attention to every single part. He circled my clit with his tongue, danced over it, occasionally, I’d feel a very light scrape of his teeth over it, but never once did he suck on it, or bite it or anything anyone else had ever done, or even that I’d read about in books. It drove me absolutely wild. I couldn’t thrash about on the bed like I wanted to, because that would break our connection and stop him from propelling me to heaven. I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably, as he continued to torment me until suddenly a burst of pleasure rushed upon me in an unexpected gust of feeling so strong, I was completely overwhelmed by it. I screamed his name as my consciousness flew through space, and I was blinded by a rush of color speeding past my vision. Vance’s hands gripped my hips and he finally pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking ever so gently, sending a new round of spasms through my body. The pleasure was so sublime, I didn’t realize that I’d twisted my fingers into Vance’s hair and was clutching the strands for dear life. As I came back down, my body suffused with an all-encompassing feeling of bliss, I slowly unclenched each of my muscles and took a shuddering breath. I had never had an orgasm so intense, so powerful, and so sudden, rush over me like that. Normally, it was a slow building experience, like a spring coiling tighter and tighter inside me, until it could no longer withstand the tension and broke free, unleashing its force in a shockwave through my body. This… this was like a freight train I couldn’t see coming, barreling down on me, knocking me over and running me into the ground. Holy hell, if more of this was what I had to look forward to, I didn’t think I’d survive.

  Vance kissed and nibbled his way back up my body, resting his hips in the cradle of my quivering thighs. I tasted myself on his tongue as he kissed me deeply, searching my mouth with a hunger he had denied himself until now. It was obvious his previous iron control on his passion was beginning to thin as his hands traveled over my flesh with less finesse and more urgency. We became a tangle of frenzied body parts, frantic hands, writhing torsos, twisting legs. His hands gripped the hair at the side of my head as his lips continued to eat at my mouth, devouring me. I dragged my fingernails down the length of his back as I caressed his legs with the soles of my feet, before bringing them up to hook my toes in the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down over his hips. He immediately moved to assist me, raising his body off of mine and pushing them the rest of the way off. His body was coated in a fine sheen of perspiration and the soft lighting in the room made his skin glisten. My gaze wandered over his form, down his toned chest and abdomen until it finally rested on the magnificence of his heavy cock jutting up between us. Instinctively, I reached for it, wrapping both hands around him and squeezing gently. I watched in fascination as a pearly drop of pre-cum beaded at the head before slowly dripping down onto my fingers. Sliding my thumb across the tip, I smoothed the remaining fluid over the crown, swirling it around and around. Vance threw his head back onto his shoulders, taking slow, deep breaths as I began to slide my hands up and down the thick length of him. Tearing my eyes away from the beautiful sight of his hard cock in my hands, I looked up to watch his face as I touched him. His eyes were pressed tightly together, and the muscle in his jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth. I increased my pace just a little bit faster, determined to test the boundaries of his control. He tortured me endlessly, wasn’t it fair that I played just a little bit?

  Vance’s hips began to work in tandem with the pace of my hands, thrusting sharply forward with each down stroke. He groaned loudly as I squeezed harder, his voice coming out slightly choked.

  “God, Mimi. I wanted to go so very slow with you this first time, but I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you.”

  He pulled out of my grasp and dropped down on me, kissing me with an abandon he had not previously permitted himself. His hands roved over my body and hooked around my thighs, spreading them wide beneath him. He placed himself against my center and I barely had enough time to gasp out, “Vance, condom.”

  “Right, right. Sorry,” he muttered. He jumped off the bed, grabbed his wallet from his pants and pulled a foil packet out, papers and bills spilling from its folds as he did. He dropped it to the ground carelessly as he returned to the bed, tearing the packet open with his teeth at the same time. He knelt between my spread legs and rolled the latex on his rigid length, which appeared to have doubled in size since I last looked at it. Once it was safely in place, he covered my body with his again, sliding his hands beneath my hips, angling them towards him. He placed the head of his cock at my slippery entrance before meeting my eyes. Despite the urgency we both felt before, the brief interruption slowed things down a bit, and Vance was back in control. As we gazed at each other, he slowly slid into me inch by inch. It was slow, it was intimate, it was a moment I would never forget as long as I lived. For the first time in my life, I knew what they meant when they said you became one with someone. Every part of me was fused to Vance as our bodies joined together. Nothing had ever felt more natural or more right. It was as if my body, my soul, my heart were a home for his.

  He seated himself fully inside me and held there, both of us treasuring the moment when he filled me completely. It didn’t take long however, before baser instincts won out and our bodies were forced to move with each other, thrusting and withdrawing, giving and taking, clawing and writhing.

  Vance moved his hands from under me to brace himself on his forearms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I clutched his shoulders desperately as he moved his body against mine. He didn’t simply pound his hips into mine. Vance made love with his whole body. His chest slipped up and over me, a smooth caress of his skin against my sensitized nipples, the hard ridges of his abdomen massaging the flesh of my belly, his pubic bone pressing and grinding against my clit in the most delicious way, as his phenomenal cock filled me again and again and again.

  “Mimi, your pussy is heaven.” He breathed into my ear. “I didn’t think anything could be better than tasting you, but fucking your sweet little cunt is like magic.”

  His dirty words set my blood boiling that much higher, my passion soaring into the stratosphere. I couldn’t help twisting beneath him, aiding him in reaching that spot deep inside me so his cock stroked over it repeatedly.

  “Oh, Mimi. Is that it, right there?” He asked, as the head of his cock kept passing over that sensitive spot. I nodded in response, biting my lip, as he did it again and again. Without warning, he punched his hips forward, hitting directly into the nerves clustered there, and I instantly fell apart in his arms.

  Just like last time, this orgasm bore down on me in stealth. No steady build up, no climb to the peak, just a sudden shove off the cliff into a sea of ecstasy and I was instantly drowning. I was vaguely aware of my own cries echoing off the walls of the room, but I was far too lost for any conscious reasoning. In my bliss, I devoured any inch of Vance’s skin that was within reaching distance of my mouth. My lips, tongue and teeth traveled the terrain of his face, neck and chest, kissing, licking, sucking and biting. I became particularly fascinated with one of his nipples, and when I bit down, Vance thrusted hard between my legs and cried out in a long groan. I felt him pulse within me, emptying himself in hot spurts. He collapsed on me, breathing harshly against my neck.

  After his breathing slowed, he raised his head and looked down at me. He smoothed the hair from my sweaty face and smiled softly. “Wow.” He mouthed at me with wide eyes. I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “Yeah,” I whispered back. “Wow.”

  He rolled off me with a dramatic sigh and we both stared at the ceiling quietly for a time, allowing our heart rates to return to normal. The silence was comfortable, but I couldn’t resist breaking it after a little while.

  “So, we’re going
to be doing that again, right?” I asked.

  “A lot,” he agreed with a quick nod. “Just as soon as I’m sure you didn’t break my dick with your magic pussy.”

  I burst out laughing. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I, on the other hand, should be more concerned about my pussy, what with the ninja orgasms and all.”

  He lazily rolled his head to the side to look at me. “Ninja orgasms?”

  “Oh, don’t look so innocent. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  “I haven’t got the slightest clue, precious.” He said rolling onto his side to face me.

  I rose up onto my elbows so I could look him in the eye. “You know, the orgasms that just came out of nowhere? Twice, I was laying there, enjoying myself immeasurably mind you, but with no signs of orgasm on the horizon, when WHAM! I’m suddenly set upon by stealth orgasms. A sneak attack, if you will. You have crazy, mad, ninja orgasm skills,” I said flopping back down onto the bed.

  He chuckled and rolled over onto me, trapping me beneath him once again. He kissed me deeply before pulling back and smiling down at me. “Do these crazy, mad, ninja orgasms satisfy you?”

  I raised my hand and shook it in a little see-saw motion, all the while grinning like a loon.

  He kissed my forehead and flopped back down. “Good enough for me,” he said.

  I burst out laughing again.

  Chapter Six

  Vance made good on his word and did not let me out of bed for the entire following day. It wasn’t until eight that night, when we were ordering our third meal from room service that I realized we haven’t heard a peep from Laurel all day. I made note of this after Vance placed our orders. He gave me a mischievous smile.

  “What is it?” I asked suspiciously.

  “Do you remember last night, when you got all twisted up because I wouldn’t tell you what Pete and I were talking about?”

  I huffed. “Oh, yeah. I forgot I was mad at you about that. What does that have to do with this?”

  “Well, he was telling me he had the exact same plans for her today as I did for you. We were basically agreeing to keep you two away from your phones today,” he admitted.

  My jaw dropped in shock. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to be ticked off at being manipulated. If I had really stopped to think about it, I would freely admit to myself that I was exactly where I wanted to be, and quite likely so was Laurel, otherwise nothing would have stopped us from calling each other.

  “Maybe I should call her now and make sure everything is okay,” I said, feeling guilty when I realized I hadn’t thought about her once all day.

  “She’s fine. If she weren’t, she would have called. Pete wouldn’t have stopped her if there were something wrong or if she were unhappy, no matter what we agreed upon,” Vance reassured me. “Now, come over here.” He said from his place on the bed, his arms open wide.

  I happily climbed on and snuggled into his embrace. We were both wrapped up in the robes provided by the hotel following a nice, long, shared bath in the soaking tub. Our muscles were pleasantly warm and relaxed, although some parts that shall remain nameless were sore. I expected those areas would require rest and time to recover. Although if I had anything to say about it, there would be no rest in the near future. My flight back to Los Angeles was a little over a day away, and we were to spend part of the next day driving back to the city. Then, I wouldn’t see Vance for another week, at least. No, rest was not on the immediate agenda at that time.

  Vance nudged me a little with his shoulder. “What are you thinking about, Mimi? You seem far away all of a sudden.”

  I sighed softly. “Rest,” I said, turning slightly so I could look at his face.

  His eyebrows rose. “Rest? Have I worn you out?” he teased.

  I laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully. “No. I was thinking how I wasn’t going to let you get any between now and Monday morning when I leave.”

  His look immediately sobered. “Our time is ticking away, isn’t it?”

  I inhaled deeply and blew it out in a huff. “Yes. Whenever I think of it, I just feel so… bummed.”

  “I don’t like thinking about it, either, but maybe it’s something we should talk about,” he said. “We haven’t discussed it at all. Do you even want to see me when we get back home?”

  I looked at him like he just asked me if I wanted to have a third breast implanted. “Of all the ridiculous questions I have ever been asked… try to keep me away from you! I hate to inform you, buddy, but you are stuck with my ass.” Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Do I want to see you when we get back home…”

  He laughed, raising both hands in surrender. “It was a fair question. We only planned that one dinner date, and then this spontaneous trip. I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

  “News flash, genius. The minute I went to bed with you was a pretty good indicator.” I crossed my arms and just looked at him. “What about all that other stuff we talked about? That wasn’t a great big clue, either?”

  Vance suddenly looked like a little boy, very young and unsure. “Sometimes guys need to be reassured too, Mimi,” he said quietly.

  I hurried to curl in close to him and wrap my arm around his waist. I hadn’t expected to hear such a serious and vulnerable response. I wanted to assure him of my feelings as honestly as I could.

  “I want to see you again and again and again, Vance. As often as I can,” I whispered. “I don’t know how I’m going to last a week without you.”

  I looked up into his face hopefully. “Is your car parked at the airport or do you need a ride?”

  “I took a car service to the airport. If you are hinting at your services as a chauffeur, I would be grateful for a ride,” he said.

  “Yay! Just text me your flight information and I will be waiting for you at baggage claim.”

  “Then I’ll take you out to dinner again,” he offered.

  “I was more in the market for an invite to your place.”

  “Well, depending on what time I get in, we may be able to do both.” He grinned at me. “In the meantime, I will call and text you every day.”

  “You’d better, or I will blow up your phone and embarrass you in front of all the ‘big boys,’” I warned him teasingly as I relaxed back into his chest.

  After a filling meal of roasted chicken, new potatoes and asparagus, we discussed our plans for the evening. The idea of staying in and spending the night the way we spent the day was very tempting. However, it was our last night in Atlantic City and we both felt like we should experience more of the city than just Caesar’s casino and security offices. We decided to head back over to the boardwalk and just stroll until we found someplace that interested us.

  We took our time getting ready and it was nearly eleven when we left our room. Vance looked edible in his simple outfit of a gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, black pressed dress slacks and black leather belt and shoes. He was wearing his signature cologne that always made me want to do my best impression of a gold medalist for the pommel horse and vault onto him. I was wearing a short red dress-fairly plain with its scoop neckline and tank straps, but covered in a short fringe. I had bought it a few months earlier with no idea where I would wear it, but thought it was too hot to pass up. My look was completed by a pair of red, modest heeled shoes, with a strap running across my ankle. Very retro.

  There were plenty of people out along the boardwalk. Clearly the party was just getting started. We strolled with our arms wrapped around each other and simply took in the sights around us. The fresh sea air was peppered with the pungent scents of food wafting from each of the restaurants. A cacophony of voices, sounds from slot machines and music drifted from many of the doors as they opened and closed as we walked by.

  In the distance, I could hear the throbbing of a lively beat. My heart picked up its cadence and I felt a wild hum begin to buzz in my veins. I knew that sound. As we drew closer, I could pick out the pul
sing rhythm of Latin music, which was by far my favorite kind of music to dance to. Ever since I was a little girl, I found the sound to be infectious, the drums, the horns, the guitars calling me to move my body. I looked at Vance excitedly. He was looking at me with a wide grin on his face, as well.

  At the same time, we both blurted out, “Do you know how to salsa?”

  Nodding in unison, we both rushed to the door of the club where the music was coming from like a couple of kids with a handful of cash heading to the candy store. We stumbled through the door and into nineteen-fifties Cuba. It was absolutely amazing. We headed toward the bar to warm up a little bit and survey the crowd. The music was loud and the crowd a little heavy, but not so thick that you couldn’t move, and we could still hear ourselves speak.

  We both ordered mojitos, as we watched the dancers dip, whirl and twirl around the dance floor. They seemed to be of all skill levels, which was a relief. While I was a passable dancer, I certainly didn’t do it often enough possess any fancy skills. I needed a strong partner with a good lead to feel certain that I wasn’t making a total ass of myself on the dance floor, but either way, every time I danced, I had a blast. Being swung, spun and twirled around, reminded me of pretending to be a princess when I was a little girl, when I would go out into our yard in a fancy dress and spin around to watch my skirt billow around me. I got that same carefree, beautiful feeling from dancing salsa.