Page 112 of Quiet Obsession
“Stay still or I stop.”
“But—”
I snap my hips forward, grinding my cock, still hidden in my jeans, against her bare pussy, and whatever she wanted to say dissolves into a whimper.
“You’re not in charge, Millie. Sayravenif you want to stop, but once I stop, I won’t start again.” I drag my palm down her stomach, swiping two fingers between her lips. “I want a taste,” I rasp, sitting back on my haunches.
She swallows hard, eyes on me when I grab her thighs, spreading her open. She doesn’t protest, but her arm covers her eyes like she can’t stand watching me watch her.
“Millie,” I coax. “Eyes down here.” I move lower onthe bed, getting comfortable between her legs.
She peels her arm off, peering down at me, cheeks flaming and body spasming when my warm breath ghosts her pussy.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
A strip of light hair, though darker than on her head, and pink, soft pussy lips, her clit a tiny button.
I spread her legs wider, grazing my fingers along the inside of her thigh before touching around her entrance. Her back arches and breath stutters as I spread her open with my thumbs and dive in, dragging my tongue between her folds.
“Fuck...” I rasp, the taste of her arousal exploding on my tongue. “Sweet little thing.”
I lick her again and suck her clit into my mouth, using my thumb to toy with her entrance. I pull every trick known to mankind to make her fall apart. She kneads her breasts, pleasure thrashing through her, and her moans bounce off the walls, growing louder the faster her orgasm rushes forward.
“Let go. Let go, baby.” I thumb her clit, drawing little circles, applying just enough pressure and push the tip of my tongue inside her, my cock pulsing as I slowly grind into the mattress.
I want to fuck her with fingers, or better yet, my cock, but I want her to break on my tongue more, so I lick her faster. Suck her into my mouth while she tortures her gorgeous tits, gasping and whimpering as the orgasm hits.
Her body tightens under my hands, her back bowing off the mattress as pleasure steals her breath.
“There you go, that’s it,” I whisper and I lick her through it, pushing my tongue in to drink every drop. “Good girl, baby.”
She’s still trembling when I climb over her, the aftershocks written into every twitch of her thighs. I don’t give her time to come down from the high. Pulling my zipper down, I yank the denim low and Millie’s heavy-lidded eyes snap lower.
Her throat works with a swallow, lips parted, chest rising and falling faster. I nestle between her legs, my cock aching as I coat the crown in her arousal, teasing that sweet, sensitive pussy.
“Eli, please,” she whispers, wiggling her hands.
“Had you saidCreed, I’d not let you touch me,” I say, moving her leg over my hip. “Go on, hold on to me.”
As soon as her hands fly up and fingers dig into my shoulders, I slam my hips forward, bottoming out inside her. She cries out, raking her nails over my taut muscles.
“Fuck, I missed having you beneath me.”
I don’t move, savoring the tight, wet heat. She lasts ten seconds before she juts her hips and begs for more.
“Don’t move, Millie. Whose am I?”
She wets her lips, looking up at me. “Mine.”
My chest tightens at the word. I draw almost all the way out, then drive back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
“Say it again.”
“You’re mine. Now kiss me,” she pleads, snaking her legs around my back to drag me closer.
I let her, dipping my head and claiming her mouth, my cock hitting a spot deep inside. She trembles in my arms, her naked body hot to the touch, boobs bouncing with every thrust.
“You’re only getting what you want because you were good earlier,” I say, grazing my teeth along her jaw.
