Page 26 of Unspoken Obsession

"No, that's perfect as it is."

I can't stop staring at her mouth.

"Is there something on my face?" She giggles, touching her cheek.

I reach up and cup her face in my hand. "You are exquisite, Frankie," I say softly. Her eyes lock with mine and my heart thumps when I brush my thumb over her mouth, then lean forward, pulling her face towards mine and pressing my lips against hers.

The kiss is like a lost dream, one that I can remember only by the taste of her. I slide my arm around her waist and pull her body up against mine. A soft moan escapes her mouth, and it stirs lust in me.

My pulse gets quicker, and my cock is getting harder.

I step away from her.

The sound of the pan sizzling on the stove behind me forces me back into reality.

"I don't want to burn the place down." I chuckle, lifting the pan and setting it aside.

She picks up her drink, taking a slow sip, her eyes closed for a moment. Then she says, "I'll set the table. It looks like you are almost ready?"

"Yes, the plates are in that cabinet." I point towards the one in the corner. She sets the table while I finish cooking. I'm thinking about the kiss and how quickly it escalated. Her lips felt incredible against mine.

I want to kiss her again.

I want to do so much more than kiss her.

Sitting on the balcony next to her we're enjoying our chow mein. She doesn't seem bothered that our legs are touching under the table.

In fact, she leans into it.

I drop my hand beneath the table and run my fingers over her thigh.

She looks at me, a flirty smile on her lips.

"Thank you for coming tonight," I say.

"I'm really enjoying myself." She replies.

I shift, turning to face her. I can't resist her anymore. I can't hold back.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her towards me again. This time when I kiss her it's with passion because I know what I want - and I can sense she wants it too.

She slides her hand around my neck and moves off her chair, onto my lap -- her legs wrapping around my waist. A low growl rumbles from my chest as she pushes her hips forward, riding against my rock-hard cock. She's trying to kill me, I'm sure.

I grip her waist and hold her still against me, pushing up against her. My fingers dig into her flesh. I want to bruise her. I want to leave a mark, so she knows who she belongs to after this.

Fuck, she is so sexy. The way she moves, the way she kisses me - I can't get enough of her.

I slide my hands up her legs, dragging her dress up over her hips and then pulling it over her head; but before she frees her hands, I lock her wrists together and twist the dress around them. Tying her up and leaving her vulnerable to whatever it is I've been fantasizing about doing to her.

She seems to hesitate for a moment, but her eyes darken with desire when I smile at her.

"I am just making sure you behave," I say.

All she is wearing is a black lace thong. Her perfect, round, full breasts catch the moonlight as they are thrust forward. Her arms are locked behind her.

I rub my thumb over her nipple, then grab a handful of her breast and wrap my lips over it, teasing her with my tongue. She moans, leaning back.

My cock throbs, aching to be inside her.

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