Page 68 of My Sweetest Obsession
She whimpers and nods, trying to shift closer as I trail my fingers across the sensitive skin under her breasts. Goosebumps break out over her flesh under my touch, and her nipples pebble.
My mouth waters at the sight of them, and I shift my head to suck one between my lips greedily.
Ivy arches into me, her nails scoring my chest.
I growl at the soft bite of pain, and my cock twitches behind the zipper of my jeans as I shift one leg until my thigh is settled between hers.
She moans, rolling her hips and grinding down, seeking that little bit of friction that only this angle will give her. The heat of her cunt through the thin fabric that covers it seeps through the denim into my thigh, and I drag my teeth across her nipple.
Her lips part. “Fuck!”
Ivy arches up and up, her back bowing, her body trembling until I release it with a soft pop. She gasps and sags onto the bed, her eyes hooded, stormy under thick, heavy lashes as she stares at me expectantly.
With her tank top bunched up above her breasts and only a tiny pair of sleep shorts barely covering her cunt, spread out across the bed, her dark hair splayed across the pale pillowcase like a halo, I could spend days memorizing every detail. Every shadow. Every dip and curve.
But I need to taste her.
I twist onto my back and drag her up across me until she straddles my waist. Her lush thighs tighten around me as she shifts, and I trail my hands along the waistband of her shorts.
She shivers, pressing her hands into my chest, fingertips curling as if begging me to continue. I slip them over her hips and down her thighs, and she pushes up onto her knees, pulling one leg, then the other, free, leaving her in only a thin thong that barely conceals her pussy.
Eyes locked with hers, I reach between her legs and glide my finger along the damp fabric.
A groan tumbles from her mouth, and she clenches her thighs around my hand, thrusting herself down slightly onto it.
“You’re so wet already, Ivy. Were you thinking about me all night?”
She bites her bottom lip but nods, and the knowledge that she’s been fantasizing about me, has been thinking about this as much as I have been, only spurs me on and helps wash away those last bits of reservation that lingered.
I drag the material to the side so I can touch her wet flesh, and she bucks in my hold.
My fingers glide easily through her slick slit.
She’s more than ready.
Desperate in the same way that I am for her.
I grasp the edges of her thong, easily tearing the fabric, fully baring her to me.
And Christ, she’s beautiful like this.
Wanton.
Needy.
Ready.
She rests a hand protectively over her stomach and watches me cautiously, almost as if she is afraid I don’t like what I see, but I grasp her wrist and pull her hand out of the way, so I can slide my palms across her smooth skin.
A shiver rolls through her, and her eyes drift closed as her lip disappears under her teeth again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ivy.” My voice cracks on her name. Because I shouldn’t even be saying it. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be the one seeing her like this. I shouldn’t be the one telling her this and reassuring her that she’s never been sexier. “I have to taste you.”
Her eyes fly open and meet mine, and I slide my hands around her waist and tug her up.
“Sit on my face, Ivy.”
“What?”
