Page 71 of My Sweetest Obsession
Ivy knows that as well as I do, but she’s lost in the throes of her need, rolling against me as her hands slip to my waistband, fumbling at my button and zipper until she drags it down and is able to get inside.
The minute her smooth, warm palm hits my cock, I choke on my breath, my whole body bowing up toward her, a strangled gasp falling from my lips.
Fuuuuuck.
One simple touch from this woman and I’m falling apart, ready to come in her hand in an instant.
And it isn’t just because I haven’t had that kind of release since she last gave it to me months ago…
It’s because this is what I’ve dreamed about, what I wanted. Not my own touch. Not fantasies and memories.
Her.
I wanted Ivy’s soft but determined touch. Her fingers gripping my cock and stroking it in the way only she can. I needed her warm, panted breaths fluttering over my skin as she moves the pad of her thumb across the bead of pre-cum seeping from the head of my throbbing dick.
This is what I wanted, what I waited for, what I prayed would come, even as I knew asking for it made me the selfish bastard I have been trying to bury.
She shoves at the denim, trying to get it down to give herself better access, but her current position prevents her from moving it any farther. A frustrated sound falls from her lips before she rolls to the side, settling onto the bed to give me room to do it myself.
I push my jeans down, tug them off, and turn to toss them to the floor, but as I start to twist back toward her, something hot and wet engulfs my cock.
“Fuck…”
Gritting my teeth, I drop onto the mattress and find her head dipped over me, her mouth wrapped so tightly around me that I might instantly explode.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
I tunnel my fingers into her thick hair, gripping it tightly, and jerk her away. She releases my slick length, confusion narrowing her eyes as they meet mine.
Her wet lips glisten, so fucking inviting, and my cock aches to be back in that heat even as the tightening in my chest reminds me why I’m here—for her, not me. “As much as I’ve fantasized about coming down your throat, Ivy, I don’t think that’s what you really want tonight.”
She whimpers, and I tighten my grip on her hair, angling her head down toward me, trying to get her to focus on why she asked me to come here tonight.
And it isn’t for this.
This isn’t why I’m here, either.
I feather my lips across her trembling ones. “Is it, Ivy?” Another sweep of them over her cheek. “Do you want my cock in your mouth tonight? Or do you want it somewhere else?”
She shudders against me, shifting closer.
It takes a second for her eyes to clear, for her to really look at me, and she finally shakes her head as much as she can with my hand buried in her dark tresses.
Good…
I release my hold on her hair, allowing her to move up onto her knees and straddle my thighs. Her slick core drags along my length, coating it thoroughly and drawing my balls up tight in my battle to hold back my release. One I am very close to losing thanks to Ivy.
I hiss at the contact as she continues to glide along me, grinding her clit as she presses her hands onto my chest, her short nails sinking into my skin with little sharp bites of pain.
Resting my hands on her hips, I dig my fingers in, stilling her movements long enough to say the words she needs to hear. “Take me, Ivy. Take whatever the fuck you need.” Her eyes flutter open and meet mine. “I’m yours.”
And I always have been, since that first moment I saw her.
She considers me for a second, looking down like she’s seeing me for the first time, and a tear slips from her eye. Her fingers trail up from my chest and over my lips. I nip at them, then draw one into my mouth and suck on it the same way she just did my cock.
Her body twitches again, her hips rocking.
Whatever gave her pause vanishes as quickly as it came, and she pulls her hand from my face and grasps my cock, aligning it to her wet heat.
