Page 69 of My Sweetest Obsession
Her lip quivers as she stares down at me, but I urge her up higher and higher until she’s kneeling directly over my mouth, and her glistening pussy sits ready for me, only a few inches away.
“This is what I dream about. You. Like this. Getting to touch you.” I glide my palms up the insides of her thighs, making her shudder. “And getting to do this.”
I lift my head to drag my tongue through her.
She groans, the headboard creaking as she grips it above me to steady herself. Her knees tremble against my shoulders, and I lick along her seam, savoring her taste but somehow needing more.
Because I need her release.
I need to see and feel her come apart.
I need to know I’ve done that for her.
She grinds down on my mouth.
Seeking the same thing I am.
I growl my agreement, glide my hand up her leg, and thrust two fingers into her as I suck her clit between my lips. Her head falls back, and she moans, her body telling me exactly what she needs.
The contraction of her cunt around me.
The roll of her hips against my face.
The way her thighs tremble.
I devour her, showing her the only way I can think of how sorry I am for everything and how willing I am to do everything she asks.
For as long as she’ll let me.
I suck her clit between my teeth and graze them along it, and she bucks so hard the headboard slams to the wall.
Yes.
That’s what I want.
Ivy released from all the things holding her back—the pain and fear and loneliness—that keep her locked away in this room rather than out there living…
I repeat it, over and over again, alternating between light scrapes of my teeth along her wet flesh, flicks of my tongue, and thrusting my fingers deep inside her until her entire body undulates and she rides my face, taking what she wants, and accepting everything I have to give her in this moment.
It isn’t nearly enough, not what she deserves, but when she finally comes on a silent gasp, the clasp of her pussy around my fingers, and the way she presses down on me somehow gives me the tiniest bit of relief, too.
Her body spasms as I continue to drag her orgasm out with each thrust and flick. And when I suck her clit into my mouth and bite down, a second wave hits her hard enough that she arches back and the headboard slams violently against the wall again before she sags forward.
I wrap my arms around her and help guide her down my body, until her belly presses into mine, and I can feel her heart beating in time with my own.
She shifts slightly, until her pussy settles over my hard cock still encased in my jeans. A strangled groan catches in my throat, but I force myself to swallow it, my fingers digging into her hips to still her movements.
I can’t take it that far, no matter how badly I may want to.
And God knows I want to.
The thought of being like this with Ivy has been the only thing I’ve wanted for so long that I can’t remember a time when I wanted anything else.
But not like this.
She lifts her head slowly, her eyes half-lidded and still fogged with her orgasm, and she rolls her hips, making it very clear what she wants. “Please, Cam. I just need?—”
I press my thumb to her lips, silencing her. “I know, Ivy.” I grit my teeth, shaking my head. Biting back the rush of words and explanations that want to come out. “But I can’t. I just…I can’t.”
