Page 51 of Obsession

“No.” She exhales a long breath. “I just wasn’t expecting you.” She finishes cleaning her hands and tosses the rag to the side, landing back on the table.

“Is that ruined?” I nod to the smushed piece on the wheel.

“Yeah.” She nods. “But I’ll reuse the clay, turn it into something else.”

“That’s kind of…beautiful.”

“Yeah…” She smiles a little, just the corner of her lips tilting up. “That’s kind of what I like about this place.” Turning from me, she grabs something else from the table. For a second, I think she’s about to strangle me with the wire that’s connected with two small wood handles on either end, but she goes to the wheel, using the wire to remove the demolished piece. Once cut from the wheel, she tosses it into one of the sludge buckets and goes to the sink to wash her hands.

“So,” she says, looking over her shoulder, “did you need something?”

“I just wanted to see the place where my wife spends all her time,” I say as I take a step toward her.

“Jealous much?” she asks with a sly grin.

“Me? Jealous?” I chuckle darkly. “I seem to be jealous of everything you touch, princess. Of everything you lay your eyes on. Anything that gets your attention. Maybe I’m just a jealous bastard, but I want all of your focus to myself.”

Madi’s tongue darts out to wet those pink lips. She watches me like she’s not quite sure how to respond to that declaration. “You’re gonna get that nice suit dirty.”

“Fuck this suit. I’ll just buy another one.”

A laugh leaves her mouth, and I love the sound of it. I want to hear it again and again for the rest of my life.

I toss the suit jacket, letting it land on a dirty chair. She’s right; by the time I leave this place I’ll be covered in the clay she loves so much. There’s nothing wrong with that, though, I think, being covered in something she loves.

I stalk toward her, and she presses her back against the counter. When I reach her, I use my arm to swipe the counter behind her clear.

“Adrian!” she squeals as I lift her onto the surface.

“Whatever I broke, I’ll buy you new ones. Ten of each if you want.”

There’s that giggle again. It sounds like heaven from her lips, and I relish it.

I unclasp the fastens of her overalls, tugging the denim material down until it reaches her hips. She lifts them for me so I can free her from the fabric. She’s left in front of me in the black sports bra and a pair of hot pink cotton panties. There’s something alluring to me about how they don’t match, about how simple the cotton is, it even has a little bow on the front. I flick my finger over it before I tug the material off.

“This too.” I nod to the bra. Madi does that one, pulling the fabric over her head and freeing her magnificent tits. I lean forward, running my tongue over one nipple while I use my hand to pinch the other. Her head tilts back, a sensual moan crawling up her throat. I feel her hands come around me, pulling me closer.

Licking my way up from her nipples to her mouth, I want to taste every inch of her. She smells like sweat and clay mixed with the jasmine body wash she uses every day. I inhale deeply, committing the scent to memory.

“Adrian.” My name is spoken so low and filled with desire, it stirs a beast within me. I want to hear it again. I pinch one of her delicate nipples.

“Say that again,” I demand.

“Adrian.” This time, it’s even more sexual, sawing through any threads of control I have left with ease.

My mouth finds hers, taking it in a bruising kiss. This is harder than I was the first time. She was a virgin, and I wanted to take it easy on her, not bruise or damage her. But she’s not a virgin anymore.

“I want to taste you,” I speak into her mouth, my arms wrapping around her body and pulling her from the counter. I’m not even thinking about the concrete floor as I lay her down. The only thoughts in my head are centered around tasting her sweet pussy again.

I part her legs, crawling between them. As soon as my tongue runs over her cunt, her back arches off the ground and her fingers find my hair. As I lap at her core, she rewards me with sweet sounds.

“Adrian, fuck yes!” My name on her lips will never get old; the sound is its own aphrodisiac, and when she comes, it’s the euphoric sound.

“I need to fuck you,” I growl as I lift her hips and position myself between her legs. Her eyes look up at me in a daze as I push into her. She’s wet and ready for me, another delicious moan falling from her parted lips as I fill her to the hilt. Pulling back, I thrust in again, losing myself in her already.

My thumb finds her clit, stroking her like a violin to elicit more of those sounds. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, and I know I’m seconds from combusting.

“That’s it, princess. Milk my cock like a good little slut.”

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