A short time later, Zilphia’s body is pressed against my side with her head nestled on my chest. I cradle her to me, resting my hand on the warm skin exposed at her hip. The feel of her breast on my rib cage taunts me, bringing unplatonic thoughts from earlier to the forefront of my brain. Her flowery scent wafts into my nose, tormenting me further. I nuzzle my face into her hair while tracing circles on to her velvet-smooth flesh. My cock grows hard between my legs.
“Sam, are you sniffing my hair?”
“Um… yeah. I’m sorry,” I utter hoarsely, pulling the cover over us to hide my erection. “It smells good. What shampoo do you use?” I always wanted to ask, but didn’t want to seem like a creep.
“Honeysuckle Dreams,” she replies sleepily. “It’s my favorite fragrance.I have the whole collection.”
“It suits you,” I mumble.
Zilphia tilts her head back, peering at me with those exquisite chocolate eyes. “Are you okay? Your heart is beating really fast.”
“Yes,” I grit out. “Just watch the movie.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, wanting to say more, but refocuses her attention on the television. After a while her breathing becomes slow and even.
“Zilphia, are you awake?”
No response.
“Zilphia?”
Still no response.
A perverse voice whispers in my ear, telling me to touch her… to taste her. She won’t know.
I know it’s wrong—every part of me knows it. But fuck… I can’t help it.
Once… I’ll give in to my primal urge just once.
I place a kiss on the side of her neck, my lips lingering. Then I taste her skin. One long, deliberate sweep of my tongue across her shoulder.
How far do I take this? Fuck it. I already crossed the invisible line into immoral damnation; might as well stay the course.
My hand slips beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and into her panties. She moans and snuggles deeper into my side, but doesn’t wake. I resume my exploration, delving into her warm, wet slit.
My dick throbs painfully beneath my zipper, needing to feel the slick suction of her body. I pull my hand free and bring my glistening fingers to my nose, inhaling her unique aroma into my body. My head spins. Time seems to move in slow motion. It would be so easy to slip inside her. Fuck, what am I saying?
I carefully extricate myself from her soft curves and stagger into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Against my better judgment, I lap her sweet juices from my fingertips. I grip the edge of the sink, my legs going weak as her taste floods my senses, shaking the foundation of my control. My mind screams at me to go back into the bedroom and gorge myself on her pussy.
I need to leave. It’s too dangerous to stay here.
I freeze. There it is. Tucked in the shower caddy.
I pick up the bottle with a trembling hand and flip the cap open, breathing the golden liquid deep into my lungs.
The tantalizing honeysuckle fragrance burns a hole through my mind, fueling the darkness trying to swallow me whole.
I shove my pants down and jerk off to thoughts of her wet pussy wrapped around my cock. My orgasm hits me with an intensity that buckles my knees and leaves me gasping for air.
Present
By some miracle, I make it home in one piece. I slam my thumb against the biometric screen, and the gate creaks open. Restlessness coils in my gut. I skid to a stop in the driveway, ditch my bike, and shove through the front door.
“Stay!” I shout before my beloved Dobermans can pounce on me.
I take the stairs two at a time, heading straight for my room.
My determined strides carry me to my en suite bathroom. I pull open the cabinet, my gaze quickly landing on the bodywash on the top shelf. The golden liquid in the clear bottle beckons me. I reverently wrap my hand around the bottle and flick open the top, inhaling the flowery fragrance. An electric pulse rips through my brain, sharp and sudden. I latch onto the wooden cabinet for support.
