The following thirty-six hours were pure hell. Though Torin tried to make me feel better, as I shook, cried, cramped, screamed, cursed, as well suffered through horrible bouts of diarrhea and vomiting—I did nothing but, snarl, bitch, whine, and complain. Three days later, when I was finally beginning to feel half-human again, the smell of food cooking hit me square in the face when Torin opened the door to the hallway, causing my stomach to churn once again. Turning, my hand clutched tight over my mouth, I hurried toward the bathroom—for yet, another bout of toilet-bowl worshiping.
Before I’d even made it halfway though, the contents of my stomach gave up the struggle. Falling to my knees, I vomited, then completely collapsed to the floor. As I lay in my own puke, I was unable even to find the will to pick myself up out of it. Once again, I felt disgusted at myself for having fallen so far from the dreams I'd once held. Tears of shame began to trickle down my cheeks as I curled into a ball, but at the thud of Torin's boot heels on the floor coming toward me, the trickle turned into a complete washout. Face flushing ten shades of pink, I wondered at the fact I had any humility left after all the liquid he'd seen evacuating my body over the last few days.
When he finally reached my side, I evaded his eyes as he knelt down beside my collapsed form. Without saying a word, he gathered me in his arms, and then as he regained a standing position, he tossed the towel he'd held clutched in his hand onto the floor, concealing the mess I'd made. Afterward, he turned and began making his way toward his bathroom as I buried my head in his shoulder, huge sobs shaking my frame.
When he reached the entrance to the bathroom, he shouldered the door open, then making his way over to the shower, he knelt, and keeping a firm hold of me on his lap, he leaned forward, twisting the knobs as he adjusted the water’s temperature. Straightening once again, he set me on my feet, but only long enough to strip me of my clothing. After pulling off his own jeans and shirt, he lifted me back into his arms and stepped beneath the water’s spray, allowing its warmth to cascade down over the both of us.
As I blubbered like a baby, he showed an inordinate amount of patience. Cradling me against him until the deluge of tears finally expended themselves out. Then lowering me back to my feet, and turning me until my back was braced against the hard contours of his chest, he grabbed a bar of soap and began bathing me. At his touch, and even though I was spent from the storm of tears, and over fifty hours worth of withdrawals, I couldn't help the hitch of my breath as his hands began to soap my breasts. My body begged for every stroke, every glide of his hand across it, and responded to his touch with hardening nipples that became torrid peaks beneath his administration.
From behind me, Torin's own breathing grew heavy, a shudder rippling through his frame, then with a growl and seemingly unable to stop himself, he cupped the undersides of my breast, using his thumbs to further stimulate my nipples, a low groan of, “God, I need you,” slipping from his mouth.
I couldn’t help my gasp at his words, nor the low whimper that escaped my lips, as lifting a hand, he placed long, masculine fingers under my chin as he pulled my head up and around, as lowering his own head, he crashed his lips against mine. Several seconds passed with his tongue exploring mine, before drawing away, he wrapped his hand within the thick mass of my hair, pulling at it until he had my neck arching, he exposed its silken length to his lips again, leaving a scorching trail of fire as he reached the delicate curve leading into my shoulder, there he continued nibbling as he husked. “You're fucking beautiful, lady!” Afterward, he roughly bit into the ultrasensitive junction, as sucking the skin up between his teeth, he marked me.
The action extracted a moan from me, almost undoing me as heat roared toward the core of my femininity, causing me to push back against his hardened length—the instinct older than time.
At the contact, Torin emitted a low, hoarse moan and thrust forward, his eyes dark and hungry as he began sliding his length up and down the soap-slickened crease of my ass. Shudders wracked his frame, and he began a sensuous glide, a slow, ageless dance commencing between us. A symphony composed and played out for centuries—a seduction of the senses, mind, and body with each movement, the action carnal, and unbearably arousing.
The mating song between us could have lasted for minutes; it could have lasted for hours. Lost within the sensual, erotic communication of our bodies, time became endless, before with a bit off exclamation, Torin stilled, as grasping my hips and voice a rough, heated throaty growl, he breathed, “God, baby, you're killing me. Then in a swift move, he pulled us out of the reach of the shower spray, before gently placing the side of my face against the wall, he captured my hands, planting them palms out against the smooth tiles above my head. Shortly, he began a soft, slow, mind-numbing journey of seduction—one laid down by his tongue as he traced the intricate, lacy design that flowed down my spine to where my ink ended at the rounded curve of my butt. With a slow swipe of his tongue within the crease, he groaned before continuing to work his way down a rounded cheek and toward the apex between my thighs.
Spreading my legs, he positioned me until he had me bent at the waist, my butt sticking out, and open for him. Then inhaling, he breathed in the scent of my arousal, giving another low-throated groan before beginning to lick and tease the exposed, trembling folds bared to him. At the sensation, shrill whimpers of pleasure escaped me, the sound causing him to feast upon me until I was almost mad with the need for release, before once again rising, he molded us belly to back and reaching around me, he penetrated my slick opening with a finger, slowly beginning to pump it in and out as he groaned, “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.” After a few seconds of pleasuring with one finger, he slipped in a second. The feelings he was creating within me were too much, and as I bore down on his fingers, I could feel the tingles of my orgasm begining to ripple up and out from my core, causing me to utter a scream of pure ecstasy. Calming, I found myself thankful for the wall and the strong body behind me to hold me up, as breathless and still tingling from the mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel the quivering in my legs and knew they wouldn’t have supported me. The thrumming inside the feminine heart of me continued as I rested the side of my face against the cool wetness of the tiles. Yet, I still wanted the throbbing hardness pulsing against my backside buried deep within me. Squirming against his erection, I panted, “Please, Torin, fuck me!”
My words were met by a low rumbling, animalistic snarl, then reaching out, he shut off the stream of water flowing from the showerhead as lifting me in his arms, he stepped from the shower, afterward, making his way across his room with long purposeful strides, he lowered us onto his bed, then rolled us until I sat atop him. Straddling his hips, I began sliding myself forward and back on his cock, as thrusting up against my groping heat, Torin growled, “Fuuuuck!” following it with a hissed, “God-damn,” before pulling my head down to his, he lightly bit down on the plump, fullness of my bottom lip. As my mouth opened with a shuddering gasp, he took advantage of the action and slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue, and finding myself highly turned on by it, I began moving against him, almost frantic; I was swollen and so damn aroused my pussy was almost weeping in its need.
Torin's own breathing was loud and harsh in the room, then stilling from where he'd been pumping against my wetness, he ground out an almost inaudible, “I’m going to fuck you now, baby.” Afterward, flipping me over until I rested on my elbows and knees, he reached for the foil packet on the bedside table. Giving his swollen cock several thorough strokes, he slid the condom in place, then peering at me with eyes hot and urgent, he growled, “Sorry, baby, it’s going to be rough and hard. I need you too bad.” His words had barely left his lips before he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me—forcing a scream of ecstasy from between my lips. Snatching at the feeling of fullness, the long, filling strokes that sent me into nirvana I began to damn near weep when pulling out, he placed the head of his cock at my entrance, before slamming in again, reseating himself deep within me.
Pleasure exploded throughout my system, and I lost count of how many times he pulled out, only to slam in again, filling me to the hilt each time as I moaned and thrashed. My body was so aroused with pleasure, I felt out of control as I shook and shuddered. I became vocal with my cries as a powerful orgasm ripped through me, and my hips thrust backward. My head jerked upward and my neck stiffened as my toes curled. Then, legs turning to jelly, I uttered the loudest scream of my entire life. Yet, no sooner had I begun to come down, than Torin had me whimpering and thrashing again, as sliding one arm around my hips, he placed a finger on my swollen clit, then beginning to rub at the sensitive nub and his hips flexing, he set a rapid pace of pumping in and out of me, spiraling me back up that Heavenly path toward completion.
Torin gave a loud groan, his movements becoming almost frenzied as he exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! I'm fixing to cum.” His words sent me over the edge, and I was ushered into another mind shattering orgasm. At the same time, I could feel the strong pulsing of Torin's cock as it pumped out his own release.
A few minutes passed, our breathing harsh, before securing the condom, he slid from within my depths, and standing, he made his way to the bathroom, where I assumed he tossed the used condom in the trash. Within seconds he returned, and laying a finger over my lips as he lay down beside me, he shook his head, hushing me as he obviously sensed the questions bubbling within my mind—questions about us, about our past, and about our future. Then, maneuvering us until we lay upon the pillows, he bent forward, pulling the sheet from the end of the bed. Settling it over the top of us, he positioned our bodies to where we lay rear-end to pelvis. Afterward, wrapping his arm around my waist, his hand curling under my hip, he anchored me against him.
Planting a kiss on my shoulder, he whispered, “We'll talk tomorrow about where we go from here, princess.” His breathing became slow and regular as he drifted to sleep. For the first time I felt I was where I belonged.