Page 21 of Wild Obsession
When I finally grabbed her by the waist she gasped, soft and breathy.
That sound.God-fucking-damn, that sound.It shot through me, turning my cock to steel and obliterating what was left of my resolve.
I dropped to my knees behind her, eye level with the curve of her ass.She swayed as my hands ran down over her hips, her thighs, feeling the pull of tight muscle under thin fabric.
When I reached the hem I stopped and let the anticipation stretch, holding her in place while her breath sped and her hands clenched at her sides.
She was trembling now.Fuck, so was I.The need to touch her, fuck her, was a demanding pressure under my skin.
The soft material of her dress crushed in my fist as I drove it up over her hips, exposing the bare cheeks of her ass, beautifully framed by the strip of her thong.
She was perfect.Every smooth, flawless fucking inch of her.
I leaned forward and brushed my mouth over the bruise already forming under her skin.
“I’m sorry you got hurt,” I murmured against her flesh.Then brought my hand down hard on the opposite cheek.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
She didn’t flinch or pull away or tell me to stop.She fucking moaned.The sound was low and wanting and went straight to my cock.
I spanked her again, her flesh giving beautifully under my palm.The mark bloomed pink, and the sight of it nearly undid me.“You should apologize too.”
“I would,” she said, panting.“But right now, I’m not sorry at all.”
“You will be.”
My hand found the crease where her ass met her thigh, and she cried out, ragged and desperate.I brought my mouth to the pink skin my palm left behind, and I dragged my tongue over it slowly, savoring her.The faint scent of honey clung to her skin and mixed with the smell of her arousal.
That was it.The last of my control shattered.I spun her to face me, her hands landing on my shoulders to steady herself.
“You better hold on,enchanté.”
I hoisted her leg over my shoulder and licked a slow path up the inside of her thigh.When I reached her panties, I pressed my nose into her and breathed her in.
The scent of her filled me—sex and sugar and everything I was starved for.
“Please.”Her hand closed in my hair, holding on, exactly the way I’d told her to.
She was so good.I couldn’t tease her anymore, and I couldn’t wait any fucking longer, either.I slid her thong aside, took a handful of her ass, and buried my face in her pussy.
My mouth flooded with the taste of her as I stroked a long and slow path up her center.When my tongue reached her clit, I circled it once, twice, and then started back at the beginning to do it all over again.And again.
I feasted on her cunt like I’d been starved of her for years, ravenous and desperate.The quiver of her legs, her breathy gasps of pleasure, and her hands clenching my hair—it was all so goddamn intoxicating.
When I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking hard with my tongue, her gasps turned to desperate cries.Until, finally, she broke apart.
I held her through it, stroking her softly, then slid two fingers inside her before she’d fully come down.
“Saint Esprit.C’est trop, je peux plus en prendre.Please, Dylan, my God,” she begged, her voice hoarse and shaking, languages tangled together.
I loved that she’d lost track of which one to use.
I didn’t let up.My fingers worked her, fast and hard, finding the spot she responded to most.Staying there, I stroked her through to another orgasm until her entire body spasmed and her leg slipped from my shoulder.
I caught her around the waist and pulled her down to the floor with me, her body draped over mine.
She relaxed into my chest, her breathing slowing.“I should take a vacation more often.”
I laughed.“Count me in.”
