Page 95 of Shadows of Obsession

Her face is so relaxed, and I see an "O" forming on her lips when I push in another inch. Her body trembles beneath me, but I try to move slowly. I don't want to hurt her even though the demon in me screams to flip her over and release every frustration I've accumulated.

"Ro, can I be on top?"

It's a plea, and when I look at her, I see her eyes are hooded.

"You want to ride me, love?" I ask her, a grin involuntarily stretching across my face while I nip her neck. Her pussy grips my cock so hard I think I’ll pass out from how good it feels.

How can this woman be so sexy with her goddess body, and at the same time be shy? What sane man would refuse her?

"Ask me nicely," I tell her just because I want to play with her.

The next second, she's the one smiling and, with the most innocent tone, speaks the words that I know would make me kneel for her every time.

"Please, love. I need to be on top of you."

My hands dig into her hips, and in a second, our roles are reversed. If I ever thought the image of her beneath me was all I needed, Luna sitting above me, like a queen with that satisfied smile on her lips, is enough to make me lose my mind. I swallow hard when I see her rising and positioning herself in line with my erection, which is now painfully hard.

"Don't tease me, Luna," I plead in a hoarse voice.

"Just a little," she tells me, closing her eyes, and I feel her heat and wetness rubbing against the tip of my cock, making a mess all over me.

Hell. My eyes fix on the place where my cock slides through her slickness, the tip teasing her entry, and my throat tightens dryly. As she arches her back, I grip her hips tightly, trying to draw out this moment.

"This feels so good," she murmurs, biting her lip, and I'm caught up in her words.

Without hesitation, I take a nipple into my mouth, biting gently, my tongue swirling in slow, teasing circles around it. My hands map every inch of her waist and thighs, and every part of her feels like silk under my touch.

I don't deserve her. But nothing has ever looked better than my hands on her skin.

I feel my heart beating too fast, and like every time, I think I'm going to have a heart attack when I'm with this woman. But it's something more. There's complete silence in my head, and all I see, smell, touch, perceive is her.

"If you don't take me inside you in the next second…," I begin, but the words get stuck in my throat when I feel her lowering herself and my length disappears inside her warmth and… Fuckme. She feels too good, too tight, too damn mine that I’m about to come just like that.

"Yes?" she asks me with a mischievous look, and if I weren't too overwhelmed by how beautiful she is and how tight she's squeezing me, I'd redden that gorgeous ass until she learned not to play with me.

I see her trying to accommodate my length, but I've reached the limit of my patience, so I dig both hands into her hips and, pushing up, I set the rhythm. I need to see her lose control because if she continues at this pace, I'll go crazy.

I feel her thighs starting to tremble, a sign she's close. My senses are overwhelmed, and I know I won't last much longer either. I rise and kiss her neck, while my hands move down to that ass that looks too good in any pair of jeans she wears. My fingers press into her skin when I feel her walls clamping down on me.

"Ro..."

I barely hear the whisper, said with so much emotion, and I know what she needs to come. My hand finds her throat, and without taking my other hand off her ass, I apply slight pressure to the sides.

It's just enough to cause her pupils to dilate in excitement. The fact that I know how afraid she is of someone else putting their hand on her throat makes me pulse inside her because I understand she trusts me not to cause her pain, only pleasure.

She closes her eyes and braces her hands on my shoulders, her walls squeezing and pulsing around me. Her mouth drops open and then she screams... God, her voice is sexy as hell anyway, but if you add the inflections in it when every cell is satisfied, it's my favorite melody.

After a few seconds, I come with a sound that’s more like a hungry animal than a man. For several minutes we stay like this, with legs entwined, breathing heavily. My hand is still at her throat but without applying any pressure.

For a moment I think I'd like to put a choker on her neck. It would look damn good, so I save the idea to mention later.

Luna is soft in my arms, and as I gently turn her, she sighs contentedly.

"I think you've broken me," she tells me softly, and I burst out laughing.

"I'm sure we can fix you," I tell her, kissing her head gently.

I quickly go to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean her, although the image of her stretched out in bed with the evidence of what we did on her thighs is something I’ll store forever in my mind.

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