Page 18 of His Cabin Obsession

She’s almost ready. She just needs me to take her the rest of the way and I’m more than happy to do that. I pull back from her, drawing a moan of protest as my hands leave her chest to trail and rest at her sides.

She won’t be disappointed for long. I lick my lips as I look down at her, taking her in one more time, sitting back on my ankles, her whole body laid out only for me to touch.

Chapter Fifteen

Oliva

It feels like my whole body is on fire. I want him so badly – like nothing else in my life even matters anymore. Nothing is left in my head. No thought of anything else – of what might happen tomorrow, about the end of the week, or college, or my family, or anything – nothing that I would normally care about. There is only him and me. Him over me with that enticing bulge in his pants, tenting out so far I can barely stop looking at it.

I want him to move lower, to put his hands all over me, to take off those pants and use what’s inside them. I don’t know how to vocalize it, not with the burning fire taking over me almost to the point where I can’t focus on anything else. What are words? How does my voice work? I don’t even know – and every time I open my mouth all that comes out is an animal moan.

His hands are on my hips, as he sits back across my legs and looks at me. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I can’t take it anymore. I need him. He looks into my eyes and I feel like he sees deep inside me, sees what I want, what I can’t say.

The hands on my hips slowly shift over, caressing the line of my bones, covering the v down to the hair that grows between my legs, his fingers stirring lightly over the curls and making me shiver. A dark smile quirks the side of his lips, and then his hand dips lower, brushing ever so gently across my flesh, drawing a line from the top of my mound and down until his hand hits the bed – then back up again.

Such a light, gentle touch, and yet it sets the fire inside me raging even further. I’ve never felt anything like that – a man’s hand, stroking across me, sending all the delicate nerve endings ablaze. My eyes widen, my breath catching in my throat as he hesitates, looking at me with his dark eyes. Then, slowly and deliberately, he does it again, holding eye contact until I can’t take it anymore, my eyelids sliding shut as my head tilts back of its own accord.

I feel soaked and heated, so ready for him. His fingers continue to move gently and slowly, brushing over the nub of nerves at the top of my sex, making me shiver every time. Then they dip down through my wetness, bringing them back up again to rub over that bundle and enhance the feeling even more. It’s so intense I can hardly take it all in – I can’t speak, can’t think properly, can’t control my body.

My eyes are closed, all of my other senses shutting out the rest of the world so I can concentrate only on the way that he makes me feel, the heat and the pressure building inside me, every touch so deliciously good. Just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better, I feel Aaron’s weight shift on the bed, his fingers momentarily pausing; then they are gone and I want to groan in complaint, but before I can, something new touches me.

Something wet and rough and hot, caressing over me, making all those nerves ending come alive again. I crack my eyes open in surprise and catch sight of him, his head buried between my legs, completely focused on me as he licks and sucks and tastes, eliciting new sensations that I can barely describe.

My eyes roll closed again as I moan out loud, unable not to. Not only does it feel amazing, but the thought of him down there – his mouth on me – is something that turns my arousal even higher. Who knew it was even possible to feel this way? It’s like there is something inside of me that is swelling, getting larger and larger, filling my whole body with light and electricity, the pinkish-purple shade of bliss, stoked higher and higher by Aaron’s tongue licking me, searching inside of me, rolling around that nub of nerves until I can’t…

I can’t hold on. I reach down and grab hold of Aaron’s short hair, thinking that I will make him stop, drag his face away, but then – I can’t do it – I can only grasp hold of him as I –

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