Page 96 of My Sweetest Obsession
I lift my head and smirk at her. “When have you ever known me to only take a little while?”
Her laughter fills the room, the sound flooding my heart and soul with so much joy that it fully brings me back into the moment. All those hints of uncertainty I saw in her gaze are completely gone now, washed away by my promise.
The longer I stare into her eyes, the more I kiss her lips, the further I slide my hands down to the waistband of her pants, the more my cock throbs to be inside her, to feel her pussy clenching and rippling as she comes.
I tug on the stretchy fabric, dragging it down and off her feet along with her panties, leaving her gloriously naked in front of me.
Sweet fucking hell…
She’s so beautiful that it makes my chest ache.
But not with the type of blistering agony I’ve felt for months.
It’s a warmth that spreads out from my heart and engulfs every inch of me.
A feeling only Ivy could ever bring.
I drift my hands across her collarbone, down the V between her breasts, across her smooth, round belly, and slowly dip my fingers between her thighs.
She arches into the touch, her cunt already slick with need.
Her hands curl into the sheets, clasping them beneath her as she shifts restlessly.
I push up to my feet and lean over her, pressing my lips to hers. “I am going to devour you, Ivy. And then when I’m done, I’m going to make love to you.”
Her breath hitches.
Her eyes meet mine, clouded and full of desire.
And for the first time since we’ve been together, there’s absolutely no reservation there.
There’s nothing being held back.
There’s no anger.
It doesn’t mean it won’t return, that there won’t be times she hates me because of the past or some other mistake I’ll make in the future, but right now, she doesn’t.
I have her here fully present, fully with me, and I will not lose out on it.
Pushing my fingers into her, I curl them into that soft, fleshy spot that makes her squirm and capture her gasp, swallowing it greedily as I do everything that is Ivy.
Because there is no getting enough of her, enough of this.
Her pussy contracts, and I growl my approval as I slowly sink to my knees at the edge of the bed and tug her legs over my shoulders, giving me better access to her.
Christ…I could keep my face buried between this woman’s legs forever and die a very happy man.
Never needing anything else.
Never wanting anything else but her.
Ivy clutches the comforter tightly, and I glide my tongue across her damp flesh. Her taste coats it and slides down my throat. My rumbled groan of appreciation makes her hips buck, and I slowly repeat the move, exploring her, delving deep inside and alternating it with quick flicks of the tip of my tongue across her clit that have her bowing up off the mattress.
I place my free hand gently across her stomach to keep her down, to hold her in place as I thrust my finger into her in a languid rhythm I mirror with my attention on the apex of her thighs.
Taking my time.
Slowly building her up toward her release.
