Page 44 of Inked Obsession

“Eliza? I don’t think I want this to end.” Then I kissed her again.

There weren’t many words after that, I didn’t think. I just wanted her taste, her touch, the little sounds she made when I kissed her. The bed was decently far away, and I knew those heels had to be hurting her feet after all this time. So, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Your back,” she exclaimed.

“I think I can handle you,” I said before kissing her again. I carried her into the bedroom part of the suite—the double set of doors on the other end from where we had entered.

“Beckett…” she whispered.

“I’m here,” I said as I slowly set her feet on the floor.

I kissed her again, my hands slowly running over her body.

And when my fingers brushed along the tie at her side, her mouth parted, a sharp little gasp slipping out of her mouth. Her hand went to mine, and I froze. Then she kissed me harder before helping me untie her dress. It draped open as if it were made for that, and I swallowed hard, looking my fill. Her breasts were large, covered by a lacy bra that only lifted them higher. I could see her dusky pink nipples through the lace and licked my lips, my cock impossibly hard. Her hips flared out, her belly soft, and the rest of her was barely covered in a tiny scrap of black lace.

“Eliza,” I breathed.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, and I looked up as she bit her lip. “I think it’s been even longer since anyone but, well, you know who saw me naked.”

“He doesn’t have to be in this room,” I said, knowing that tonight was important. This was her first time since her husband, and damn it, I knew I should go away. I should stop. She didn’t want to, and neither did I. Meaning I would make this work. I would be sweet.

“Just tell me how you like it,” I whispered as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

She slowly sucked the digit into her mouth, and I groaned, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. “I think you’re doing a really good job so far.”

“I think I can do better than good.”

I ran my knuckle along the slope of her breast, and she shivered, her skin pebbling. I gently grazed her other breast over her lace-covered nipple, and then the skin between them, moving over her belly. When I turned my wrist and cupped her heat, I found her already wet, her core hot, and I knew she ached. She groaned, her head falling back as my thumb slid out of her mouth. I slowly reached around and cupped the back of her head as I gently tapped her over her lace-covered heat.

“You’re already wet for me,” I whispered.

“I think I’ve been wet for you most of this trip,” she muttered, and I groaned.

“That was probably a very dangerous thing to say,” I said.

“Maybe, but it’s the truth.”

I took her mouth again, needing her, not knowing what else to say. “I want you,” I whispered.

“Then take me,” she said, her voice sounding far steadier than I felt.

I kissed her again before slowly going to my knees. Her eyes widened, and I watched as she tugged the rest of her dress off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet. I moved out of the way so she didn’t trip, and then she stood there in black lace panties, a matching bra, and those fucking amazing heels.

“Jesus,” I whispered before kissing her over the lace. Her legs shook, but I kept her steady as I gently nipped at the material. “So hot,” I whispered.

“I think my knees are going weak,” she panted.

“I’ll take care of you.” I gently led her to the edge of the bed. She sat, and I spread her knees apart. She blushed all over, and I winked before looking my fill.

“So beautiful.”

I leaned down and gently rubbed my knuckle over her sweet folds, the lace wet and hot.

“I need to taste you,” I whispered.

“Please,” she said as she looked down at me, her chest heaving.

I nodded and then lowered my head. I kissed her over the lace and then gently moved it to the side to better access her wet, glistening pussy. I lapped at her clit, spread her folds, and tasted her sweetness. She shuddered as I kept her thighs spread apart, my beard rubbing against her. I might leave a mark, but I wanted to. I wanted her to remember this, to feel this after tonight.

She moaned my name, her legs starting to close, but I pressed them apart again, needing more. Needing everything. I slowly pleasured her, entering her with one finger and then another. She clamped around me. Her pussy was so fucking tight, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fit later, but for now, it didn’t matter. I just needed her to come on my face, to squeeze around my fingers and my tongue. And when I flicked her clit again, she froze for the barest instant. When I looked up, her mouth parted, her breasts flushed, and she came.

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