Page 135 of The Perfect Love

“Oh, fuck.”

I settle into a rhythm, lost in pure bliss. The little flicks of his tongue are sinful and the way he occasionally brings his lips together to suck on my clit… oh my god.

My body is chanting,yes, more.

My brain has mostly melted at this point, but the awareness of crossing this line is there. Every time I take a step forward, I’m worried it’ll trigger me and I’ll freak out, but there’s nothing about this that’s triggering. I’m in control. I’m riding his face. I’m taking what I want. It makes me feel powerful. Like a goddess stealing the life of mere mortal men.

Not that Trevor is a mere mortal. He’s a god among men.

The god of pussy eating, possibly.

Yeah, my brain has definitely melted, but I don’t care.

It feels too good.

My body is awash with pleasure. Goosebumps prickle on my skin. My arm muscles burn from holding onto the headboard, but I don’t care.

I’m a screaming, whining mess, barreling toward the edge, chasing the high I know is only a few strokes of his tongue away.

Fire blooms inside me, and all at once, explodes out of me.

“Yes,” I cry as my body goes taut.

My sweaty hands slide on the headboard as my body convulses and I struggle to stay upright.

Trevor’s arm snakes up around my waist, holding me steady as my legs tremble around his head.

Holy shit.

I’m not sure if I think the words or say them.

My eyes slip closed as I come back down, a shaking, panting mess. Then I hear Trevor groaning.

“Fuck, fuck…”

I open my eyes halfway, trying to figure out what happened. It takes me a second, but then I see his pants shoved down and his hand around his now softening cock. Apparently, that was hot as fuck for him too.

I don’t know how Trevor does it, but we end up side by side on my bed as I melt into a pile of pillows.

For a few moments, the only sound is the blood rushing through my ears, but then Trevor’s fingers graze my navel.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His words are a reverent sigh that force my heavy eyelids open.

He’s staring at my naked, flushed, wrung-out body in awe.

“So beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I know. I’m pretty amazing.”

He laughs and kisses my neck. “And so humble.”

“It’s hard to be humble when you worship my body like I’m a goddess.”

“You are. My strong, invincible goddess.”

I snort at that. “Invincible?”

“You’ve survived everything that’s tried to break you. I’d call that invincible.”

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