Page 56 of My Sweetest Obsession
Of all the dumb things I’ve done in my life, this has to be right near the top of the list.
Because touching her like this will completely undo me.
I’m barely hanging on by a thread as it is, and after last night, my body craves this woman more than I ever thought possible.
But I somehow manage to rein myself in enough to tap the top of the bench to my right. “Put your leg up here.”
She nods and lifts her foot there, spreading herself open and fully exposing her cunt to me.
My hard cock twitches in the confines of my jeans, now far too tight.
Fucking. Hell.
Even like this, near the verge of emotional breakdown, she’s still beautiful.
The scent of her arousal mingles with that of the shaving cream as I lean in and spread it across that most sacred place. My fingers brush over her mound, the crease between her pelvis and thighs, and down across her pussy lips, making her twitch in my hold.
I still my hand and glance up at her, but her eyes are closed, head tipped back against the tile wall.
And I know that look.
It’s the same one I saw before I railed her on the canvas.
When I pulled her leg over my shoulder and tasted her…
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The emotions warring inside me fight for supremacy—the part of me that has always been so fucking addicted to this woman begging for me to take while my head keeps telling me to give her what she needs.
But neither of those things can happen.
Not now.
Not ever again.
I grab the razor and get to work, worried about what my hands might do if I don’t have something in them. Slowly and methodically, I shave every inch of her skin until she’s completely smooth and my cock leaks.
Her legs tremble, her hands pressed flat to the tile as if she’s struggling to keep herself up, and when I finally pull back, she opens her eyes and looks down at me with absolute heat burning in them that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water or the steam filling the air.
She needs something more than help with this.
She needs something she’s afraid to ask for because we both know it’s a terrible idea to cross that line again.
I set down the razor, rinsing my hands but never taking my eyes off her. “I told you I’d do anything for you, Ivy. Give you anything you need. Anytime. Anywhere. Forever. That all you had to do was ask…”
She shifts restlessly but keeps her leg up on the bench, spread open directly in front of my face like a goddamn gift from a god who wants to torture me in the worst way possible—with the one thing I should never touch again. “Please, Cam.”
The waver in her voice makes mine come out harsher, filled with all the reservations keeping me frozen in place. “Please what?”
Her gaze stays locked on mine, her determination darkening it as her hips roll forward in offering. “Make me come. Make me forget. Make me…” A droplet of water slides down her cheek, and this time, I’m confident it’s a tear because her voice cracks with her plea. “Make it okay.”
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