Page 58 of My Sweetest Obsession
From all those things that forced her into that bed last night, that compelled her to seek my arms, that made her fall apart over a damn razor, that demanded she ask for this.
I glide my tongue up across her clit, making her jerk in my hold. My fingers dig into her fleshy thighs, and she slaps her left hand against the tile, her right burying in my hair.
She grips it tightly and holds me in place, grinding her hips to my face, seeking control over something when she lacks it in every other aspect of her life right now.
Releasing another groan of approval, I bury my tongue inside her as deeply as I can, needing to fill her, to complete her, to consume her.
Her strangled gasp makes my heart falter, and she tugs on my hair, trying to direct me, but she doesn’t have to because I know what she wants.
I understand it.
She needs it quick and hard.
This isn’t a game, like she accused me of playing that night she learned the truth and walked away.
This isn’t about toying with her or taking my own pleasure from devouring her endlessly.
That would be something the old Camden would do.
The one who made too many mistakes to count because he was a self-centered asshole who only cared about one thing—getting what he wanted.
I made a promise to myself that day in the doctor’s office that I would never make a selfish decision again, especially not when it comes to this woman or this baby.
I’ve already cost them too much.
Cost everyone too much.
And I’m done making them pay the price for my failures.
I’m done making her wait.
I glide my hand up her thigh and slip a finger inside her as my tongue flicks across her clit ruthlessly. She gasps, her pussy contracting around me, my cock aching in the same rhythm I pump up in her.
Her hips start moving against my face more frantically as I slide another finger into her, stretching her wider. A satisfied moan echoes off the tile, urging me onward, and I continue to attack that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs relentlessly as I thrust up into her, curling my fingertips into that soft spot, deep inside her that I know will send her chasing down her release.
Ivy tips her head back and to the side, partially allowing me to see her around her belly. With her lips slightly parted, short, breathless pants slipping from between them, she looks so fucking stunning that all I can see is how it would look on a canvas.
Frozen forever in time.
All I want to do is make her come and capture the moment in my head so I can paint it, so she can see how stunning she is, even in her despair, even when it feels like her world is falling apart.
Her grip on my hair tightens the harder I thrust my fingers into her and the faster my tongue moves across her engorged clit. The water beating down on us has nothing on the rush of arousal dripping from her cunt and into my greedy mouth. And I swallow it down. Savoring every drop. As desperate for it as she is for her release.
My free hand grips her hips as they buck and roll, fucking my face so wildly that I can barely breathe, completely smothered by her desire. But this woman can use me any way she wants, for as long as she wants, even if it kills me.
I deserve everything coming my way, and the way she moves against me, grinding down almost violently on my mouth and tongue and fingers, it wouldn’t surprise me if she has every intent to suffocate me with her cunt.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, needy and seeking more, and I push a third one into her, spreading her even wider. A sharp gasp fills the shower, bouncing off the tile surrounding us, and the sound makes my hips jerk forward, the memory of her making it as I entered her enough to almost make me come on the spot.
I nip at her wet flesh and suck her clit between my lips in a pulsing rhythm that matches my thrusts into her, and she finally explodes.
The cry that rips from deep in her chest vibrates through me as her body jerks in my hold. Her hips roll, riding the wave of pleasure that courses through her. I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her steady through the ride, continuing to pump into her and drag the orgasm out as long as I can.
She seems to ride it forever.
Tears leak from my eyes as I watch her.
Because this will be the last time I ever get to see it.
