Page 24 of Indecent Obsession
She does it but she watches me warily. I brush the backs of my fingers over her stomach. She tenses, but when I keep them away from her pussy, she releases her breath and muscles.
“Tell me what you thought of last night.” I blow my hot breath across her nipples.
She shivers and straightens. “I definitely liked the sex.”
I draw my hands up to her rib cage, following her ribs with my fingers, caressing below her breasts. “What else?”
“Sleeping with all of you.” Her pupils are dilated as she meets my eyes. “I want to do that again. I don’t want it to be a one-time thing.”
I slide my thumbs under her breasts and along the sides. “You mean you want Drew to be included.”
She sucks in a breath and shifts on my lap. “Yes, sir. I liked what we did last night and yesterday. I don’t want this to stop.”
Blowing across her nipples, I drag my fingers down her breastbone. Her breath quickens and her nipples are tight peaks just begging for my touch.
“Do you like being watched, trouble?”
She nods and wets her lips. “Yes, sir.”
I massage her breasts with long strokes, avoiding her nipples.
Her breath comes out in a pant. She asks, “Did you enjoy yesterday?”
“Very much.” Smirking, I blow across her nipples again.
“Is it how you imagined?” There’s a note of trepidation in her tone. As confident as Sara is, she still wants to please me.
My thumbs trace her areola. She gasps and her hips rock on me.
“You were perfect.” I lean forward and lick her nipple.
“Oh.” She sounds surprised.
I rub her nipple with my finger while I lick her other one.
She arches against me, but I don’t change the pressure. It’s building inside her, slowly, sweetly. I can’t wait until she explodes.
She clutches at my shoulders, her fingers digging in. I change sides, licking, stroking her nipples as she makes little noises in her throat.
When I pinch her nipple, she gasps and moans.
“Wyatt?” She sounds unsure.
I blow over her wet nipple, watching it tighten more before lifting my gaze to hers. “What, trouble?”
“Do you… Should I…”
I pinch her nipples and she shudders.
“Not every good sensation comes from your pussy, trouble.” I lean in and draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it.
She lets out a low moan and I pinch her other nipple again.
I pull back and her eyes are dazed. “You have permission to come when you feel it.”
Taking the nipple I pinched into my mouth and sucking on it, I twist her other nipple and pull on it, over and over. I nibble on her nipple and then suck it better as her hips rock on me.
“Wyatt, I— Oh, fuck.”
