Terry - Perfume

                She turned to look at the clock again, sure barely a minute had passed. It read 4:12 AM, an entire two minutes since she’d last checked. These mornings always started this way. Kerry would awaken in a cold sweat, unable to remember her dreams, then toss and turn until he finally convinced her to shower and dress for the day.

Only 45 more minutes she thought. She tried closing her eyes but she couldn’t settle her mind. She sighed deeply and studied the diamond she wore on her left hand. She knew that soon she would take it off and tuck it safely back into her jewelry box. Tony always wore his ring to the set, not taking it off until he absolutely had to. That should have been a comfort but on days like today that wasn’t enough.

“Good morning” his voice was still heavy with sleep as he snuggled closely against her back, snaking his arm around her waist and placing a light kiss on the back of her shoulder.

“Hi” she tried to sound chipper, running her hand along his strong forearm. She tried to focus on the firmness pressed against her backside. It was times like this she was so very happy he slept naked.

“How long have you been awake?” she hadn’t fooled him.

“Not long….”

                He turned her to face him, their noses nearly touching, “You have nothing to worry about” his lips glided over hers, “I love you” his hands skimmed her sides, coming to rest on the arch of her hip, “it’s just acting.”

“I know” she knew her fears were irrational but that didn’t quell the gnawing she felt deep in her gut.

                There hadn’t been many morning like this but he knew what to expect. Kerry would awaken early, restless from a dream she either didn’t remember or simply refused to tell him about. He would ask her what was bothering her but she never said the words, then they would shower and head to work. He knew she hated the days he shot love scenes with Bellamy though she refused to allow the words to cross her lips.

“We should shower” he traced her petite jaw with his finger, the feel of her soft skin causing a surge of heat.

“Not yet” her eyes were closed as she savored their contact.

                She allowed her leg to venture along his until her knee rested on his hip, “Do you feel that?” her voice took on a seductive quality as she opened her eyes to look deep into his.

“Yes” the power of their eye contact and her body nearly wrapped around him caused his words to falter.

“What do you feel?” she looked both serious and timid.

“Perfection” his hand started at the top of her foot, “soft” his fingers floated to her calf, “graceful”, palm meeting thigh, “feminine”, her breath caught when both of his hands slid to her backside, “captivating” her skin blazed beneath his hands, “possessing” he gripped her back, “delicious” he touched his lips lightly to hers, “mine” his tongue pressed into her mouth, “my sensual, perfect, naughty wife.” He lavished open mouth kisses along the curve of her neck.

“Tony…” all fear and insecurity had fallen away. She knotted her fingers in his haphazard curls, tugging gently.

                His tongue ventured down her sternum and between her breasts where he let his hands traverse the soft peaks, sliding each pert nipple between his fingers. His teeth nipped a trail beneath each breast eliciting mews of pain and pleasure. She knew he was leaving marks but each bite increased the heat between her thighs and the last thing she wanted was for him to stop.

“Delectable” his breath caused every nerve ending to prickle.

                Her eyes were heavy with desire and she couldn’t think of anything but his hands hard on her thighs and his mouth etching her flesh. Words refused to come so she settled for tugging on his curls. He groaned in response, the reverberations coursing straight to her core.

                Tony slid himself along her body until he was again looking into her stormy mocha eyes, “I love you” he whispered against her lips.

“Show me” her look was unapologetic as she heard his breath catch and felt his heart rate increase.

                She couldn’t decipher the order but somehow her panties were torn and her nightie was pulled over her head leaving her bare, exposed to his eyes and hands. He paused to drink her in then his lips met hers and his hands pressed her hard into the mattress. The weight of him pinning her down was nearly enough to cause her to unravel. Her nails raked along the muscles of his back leaving deep red welts in their wake. He sampled the skin of her neck and she suckled his ears watching them blush and feeling them burn.

                He paused to gaze down at her, panting beneath him, lips swollen and red, skin dewy, before sliding into her. Every muscle in his arms tensed as he braced himself against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. She reached up to kiss him, missing his lips and landing a sloppy kiss to his jaw. Her hands sought out every part of him, gripping his waist, his shoulders, his hips, nails digging into his back, his neck, his ass. He watched the pleasure on her face with each stroke, feeling himself hurtling towards the edge.

“Harder” she demanded, capturing the skin at the base of his neck between her teeth. He inhaled sharply in response to the pain, her tongue soothing the sting. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, snaking one of her thin legs around his waist, her heel digging into his ass.

                He increased his pace, forcing himself deeper into her heat. His arms quaked, each contact with her spot bringing both of them closer to the abyss. She wrapped her other leg around his waist, pulling his full weight against her. Her rock hard nipples dragged against his chest, electricity winding from the pit of her stomach through her fingers and into his skin. He would swear the simple touch of her hands was leaving burns.

“Faster” she said a little louder, throwing her head back. He suckled her neck leaving marks of his own then gripped her shoulders to gain more leverage.

“Kerry…..” he panted, his large hand gripping her neck and jaw, “Kerry” this time louder, her skin blanching beneath his fingers.

“Oh God…..Tony…..” she loved when he held her like that, “don’t stop” his fingers pressed harder into her flesh, “harder”

                His right hand gripped her shoulder as his left stayed at her neck. He drove into her harder and faster, stroke after stroke until he felt her walls grip his hardness and her body begin to tremble beneath his hands.

“Tony…Tony…fuck” came her strangled cry. The sound of his name on her lips, in that tone, with her unraveling against him brought him spilling into her with a grunt and sigh of her name.

                He scattered small kisses over the slightly red finger marks on her jaw while she skimmed her fingers over the marks she’d left on his body.  

“How was that?” he smirked as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“Okay” she grinned, trailing her fingertip lightly over the teeth marks on his collarbone.

“Okay? Okay??” he was incredulous and pulled her roughly against him.

                She giggled as his hands tortured her and his lips hastily found hers. They tangled their hands in each other’s hair and traded playful kisses, peals of laughter erupting.

“I love you” she whispered into his neck when they were finally relaxing against one another.

                His hand lightly traced her spine and he lazily placed kisses on her temple, “I love you” came his murmured response.

X-X

                Tony handed her a towel as she stepped from the shower. She admired his physique as she pulled the cloth through her hair, standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist, scattered droplets of water clinging to his chest, curls still damp, he was the picture of perfection.  Instinctively she reached to touch his chest, his hands pulling her closer.

“We don’t have time…” he breathed against her ear, their chests pressed together.

“I know” she whispered, pulling back and stepping to the vanity. She finished drying herself and spritzed perfume over her damp skin. He pressed behind her, trailing kisses down her neck, inhaling her scent.

                Kerry stepped from his arms again, walking to her lingerie chest and removing a bra and panty set he thought she reserved for their date nights.

“Why did you pick those?” he asked.

                She shrugged and pulled the mauve satin over her caramel skin. He absentmindedly licked his lips thinking of the first time she had worn them. It was when they were first together. They had taken a long weekend at her beach house. Until that weekend they had only stolen moments, minutes, hours together, never spending days and nights. It had been risky to disappear for three days but she insisted it was what they needed. As anxious as he had been it was the best weekend of his life. He lost count of the number of times they had made love but it would be forever ingrained in his memory when he first removed her clothes and found the sexy, lacy underwear she now wore.

“Do you need help with that?” she teased, taking a step towards him and reaching for the bulge in his boxers.

“Kerry….” Her scent and that bra, he was certain she was trying to kill him.

“We could do it just once…..really quick….” She flirted, her fingers lagging a lazy path through the sparse curls on his chest.

                He grunted in response and lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around him, wetness soaking through her panties and dragging along his abdomen. He laid her gingerly on the bed but she quickly turned them so she was straddling him. She kissed his neck, his ears, his jaw, pulling her chest against his, mixing his body wash and her perfume. He grabbed at her panties, hoisting her hips up along his chest and towards his face. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her and he wasted no time pushing her panties to the side to bury his face in her center. His tongue lashed at her core, running along her slit, pressing into her, taunting her bundle of nerves. She gripped his curls, the sheets, the headboard, sure his mouth would be the death of her. He hummed against her clit, sucking and licking at an uncompromising pace. She ground herself against him, her husband worshipping her body.

“Yes….oh God……Tony” his hands groped at her breasts just as her release brought her juices running hot against his tongue.

                She slid herself back down his body, her wetness spreading along his chest. He lifted his hips to allow her to remove his boxers, her hand stroking his length as it sprung free. She straddled him again, smirking before pushing her now soaked panties to the side and sliding down over him. He sat up to pull her closer, needed their bodies connected, hands gripping tight as they sprinted toward a shared climax. She dug her nails into his biceps, one of the few places she hadn’t earlier left her mark, he sucked her neck, drinking in the sweet flavor of her flesh.

“Fuck….” He panted, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Come with me Baby” she purred against his crimson ear.

“Yes….yes…..Kerry” he groaned through gritted teeth and his hot seed coated her walls. 

                He took several deep breaths, kissing her chest and neck, then glancing at his watch, “we’re going to be late.”

“Ok” she whispered, climbing from his lap and pulling on her jeans and sweater.

“You’re going to leave them on?” he choked in reference to her underwear.

“I want you to know I have them on” a devilish grin danced on her lips and she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, then whispered in his ear, “All wet for you.”

                He swallowed hard, “I don’t even have time to shower again”

“I don’t want you to” her breath on his ear caused his cock to twitch and he smiled at her ability to arouse him, anywhere, anytime.

                She leaned her face into his neck, smiling to herself at his smell, body wash, sweat, sex, and her perfume. They finished dressing then rushed out the door to head to work.

X-X

“Jesus, what happened to you?” Bellamy asked as Tony removed his shirt for their scene. The makeup artists had done their best to cover the scratches and teeth marks but they still shone faintly. He blushed, trying to think of the appropriate answer.

“Have a great scene, Sweetheart” Kerry smiled, stepping to his side, saving him from having to explain the marks to Bellamy.

“Thanks” he smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss. Kerry held his lips to hers, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth, feeling his grip tighten on her waist. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, an involuntary groan before his hands found her ass. She gripped his neck then dragged her nails along his scalp before moving her lips to his ear, “You smell like sex”

“MmmHmmm” he returned into her neck, “and your perfume…..I can smell you all over me.”

                She stepped back and smirked in Bellamy’s direction, “Have a great scene” she saw Bellamy peek at Tony and smile, “I’ll be right over here” she added. She sat perched in a chair watching their scene, smiling each time he winced at contact with his scratches and reveling in the fact that she was all over him, her soap, her perfume, the scents that were all her. Her smile turned into a full fledge giggle when she watched Tony and Bellamy kiss knowing that his lips tasted like her.  She loved that she was all over him, she had marked her territory, she hoped Bellamy could smell her perfume.