Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 22: I want to be wrapped in you.

When my fingers brushed his erection, I was surprised at first by two things, the first being the feel. The softness and warmth of it, and the firmness of it as well. The second thing that surprised me was his reaction. His head fell back and he covered his mouth, silencing what I assumed was about to be a loud moan.
Watching him unravel like this, and at my touch, was a heady feeling. My fingers wrapped around him, and, very slowly, I started to move my hand up and down his shaft. His body tensed, and a muffled moan broke through the fingers that covered his mouth. The sound gave me a sense of boldness and empowerment. I moved my hand faster, my palm rubbing against his tip every time my hand went up his erection.
"A-Aslin.." He groaned, the hand that was keeping him quiet now cupping my cheek. I tilted my face up to him and gave him an innocent look.
"Yes, Jeff..?"
He moaned again before grabbing my wrist, stopping my hand from pleasuring him further. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall.." He instructed. I gave him a questioning look, but did as I was told anyway. For a moment he didn't touch me, and I began to squirm. 
"Jeff.. Why am I- Ah!~"
He was on his knees behind me, and I felt his tongue there. My legs shook, but he put his hands on my thighs to steady me. His tongue found my clit and he circled it, again and again and again. I cried out his name, my legs threatening to buckle.
"Be as loud as you want... No one can hear you but me.." He mumbled, his teeth gently nibbling on the tiny piece of flesh.
Damn.. If he keeps this up...
"J-Jeff I-I'm going to..!"
And he stopped. Right as I was about to find my release, he stopped. "Why..?" I panted, looking back at him, feeling the sexual frustration rise, reddening my cheeks.
He chuckled and got to his feet, his hands now gripping my hips. "Because I want you to come this way.."
And with that, he slowly eased into me, letting out a long, deep moan as he did so. I closed my eyes and my mouth went slack. He didn't stop until he was all the way inside, and I could feel every last inch of him.
The water cascaded gently down onto my back while he waited for me to adjust. His hands slid up my sides and he bent over so he could reach up further and gently cup my breasts as he began to move. He pulled out of me with exquisite slowness, and pushed back in just as slow, doing this a few times while his thumbs ran over my nipples.
"Hnnnn.." I moaned, my arms shaking.
"I don't want to make you any more sore, so I'm going to take it slow.." He mumbled, kissing up my spine.
With each thrust in, he slowly rotated his hips once before pulling out and then pushing back in again.
"J-Jeff.. I-I.." I panted, my insides quivering.
"I know.. Just hold out for me babe.."
His breaths sounded laboured, and his thrusts became quicker. A small whimper bubbled from my chest and I felt my hips grind against his thrusts.
"H-ha Jeff.. I can't hold back.." I gasped, my toes curling. His hands pulled back from my chest and he stood up straight, his fingers tightly gripping my hips. He eased back and thrusted back hard into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
"Again..?" He rasped, pulling his hips back. I nodded and braced myself against the shower wall, my legs shaking hard. I wouldn't be able to hold back if he did that again, and I think he knew that.
"You'll have to tell me, Aslin.."
I could hear the amusement in his voice as he pulled out almost all the way, and circled his hips so his tip teased my entrance.
I groaned, my back arching as I tried to push against him, but his hands held my hips firmly in place. "Please.." I whined, my breaths becoming quick. "Please do that again.."
And with that he thrusted harshly back inside, causing me to come undone, a loud, throaty version of his name breaking from my lips as I released around him. He came as my orgasm wracked my own body, heat filling me as my insides contracted.
"Fuck.." He panted, carefully pulling out so his arms could circle around me to stand me up straight and hold me close, my back pressing against his chest.
"My beautiful flower..." He whispered, pressing his lips against the left side of my neck. I tilted my head back, resting it against his collar bone.
"I haven't heard you call me that in a long time.." I admitted, my head still foggy. I felt more than heard his chuckle as he reached for the sponge, lathering it up in body wash. My eyes lazily followed his careful hands as he placed the sponge against the right side of my neck, while his lips continued to kiss the other side. He brought the sponge slowly down my shoulder and my arm, then back up on the under side of my arm. His other arm was still around my waist, and I couldn't tell if it was there to keep me standing, or if he just wanted to hold me. Either way I didn't mind.
"I love you.." I whispered, turning my head to kiss his temple, his lips still buried in my neck. He stopped his movements and sucked in a breath, spinning me around to face him.
"Say it again..?" He asked quietly, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger while his eyes looked into mine.
"I love you.." I repeated, putting my hands on his chest. He kissed me then, his hand sliding into my hair.
"I love you too, my beautiful girl.."

~~ (Later that night, around dusk.)

"You look comfortable." Jeff smiled, walking over to sit on the couch next to me. I was wearing my favourite things in the world - his shirt and his boxers - while wrapped in a thick, black knit blanket. I grinned at him before returning my attention back to the fire that was crackling in the fireplace.
"I'm very comfortable.." I said, tilting my face down into his shirt to take in his scent. He watched me with a small smirk.
"Why do that when you have me beside you?" He asked, holding his arms out. I shrugged, not looking at him.
"Maybe I don't want you. Maybe I just want your shirt." I said, trying to keep a straight face. He lowered his arms and crawled toward me on his hands and knees.
"Oh.. I see how it is.." He whispered, kissing my shoulder. "You're only with me for my shirts."
I giggled and looked over at him. "You're exactly right."
He rolled his eyes and circled his arms around my waist as he sat back down, in doing so pulling me onto his lap. We sat in silence for a moment, my back against his chest, and his arms protectively around me.
"What to I smell like..?" He asked quietly, his chin resting on my shoulder. I smiled and turned my face so I could peck his cheek.
"Why do you ask?"
He shrugged. "Just curious.."
I snuggled back into his embrace, stretching my legs out along the couch, him sitting crosslegged beneath me. "Well.. There's pine trees.." I sighed, closing my eyes.
"The forest around the mansion.. It's all pine trees.." He mumbled.
I nodded. "And there's the faint scent of your body wash.. And fabric softener.." I added, turning my face to nuzzle my nose against his cheek. "And iron.. "
"I-iron..?" He whispered.
"Blood.. I can smell the iron in it.. The smell is on all of your clothes.."
He stiffened, his eyes looking down at his hands, which are locked above my belly button. "Does it bother you..?"
I shook my head, freeing an arm so I could cup his cheek, turning his face so that my lips brushed against his. "No.." I breathed, feeling warm air on my bottom lip as he let out a short exhale. "Pine trees, soap, and blood.." I closed my eyes, the hand that was on his cheek moving to fist in his hair. "It makes me feel safe.. Comforted.."
His arms tightened around me and his eyes never left my lips as I spoke. "I want to always be wrapped in that smell.." I admitted. His lips parted and finally, they met mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
"Then you always will be.." He mumbled into the kiss before pulling away, reaching to adjust my blanket so it's more on my shoulders. I remembered my earlier fear of living with him and chuckled at it, deciding that maybe, it won't be that bad. As long as our nights are all like this.