Page 13 of Ivory Obsession
“Okay,” she whispered.
With swift movements, I closed the distance between us and captured her lips with mine. Our kiss was no gentle inquiry—it was a demand, a clash of wills, a battle we were both desperate to lose. My hands roamed over her body, mapping the terrain I was about to claim. I skimmed my fingers over the smooth curves her shapewear had tried to conceal, memorizing every dip and rise.
A gasp escaped her lips as I reached the hem of her dress, bunching it up around her hips. The moonlight cast long, evocative shadows across her body, highlighting the urgency in her eyes.
“Here,” I murmured against her lips, guiding her back until her legs hit the chaise lounge. The cool metal sent a jolt through her, a counterpoint to the rising heat within. I bunched her dress up around her hips, exposing her legs to the cool night air.
“Right here under the stars,” I finished, my voice hoarse with desire.
With a final, lingering kiss, I broke away, my gaze trailing down her body. The moonlight glinted off the soft sheen of her shapewear, emphasizing the elegant line of her hips and the enticing swell of her curves.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for the clasp at the back, the sound a tiny click in the vast silence of the night. The delicate fabric fell away, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin in the moonlight. Her dress, now just a bunched cloth around her waist, seemed like a distant memory.
But our dance wasn’t over yet. Her shapewear, a high-waisted piece that hugged her curves, remained. It was a thin, translucent material, barely a whisper against her skin, but it still held a hint of secrecy.
A slow smile spread across my face. “Let me,” I murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek.
“I’m not wearing sexy underwear,” she said.
“Damn. Here I was hoping you weren’t wearing any underwear,” I said.
Her cheeks flushed a beautiful crimson under my gaze. A playful swat landed on my arm, more of a nervous flutter than a real hit. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
The revelation, both unexpected and endearing, only fueled the fire burning within me. “Don’t worry about that, Jade,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire. “You’re beautiful no matter what.”
My fingers, which had hovered near the waistband of her shapewear, resumed their task. The delicate fabric was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. I traced the scalloped edge with my thumb, sending shivers rippling down her spine.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I slipped my fingers beneath the band. The material yielded easily, whispering against her skin as it descended. Inch by inch, I peeled it down, the moonlight catching on the exposed curves of her body. It was a slow tease, a deliberate revelation that left little to the imagination.
Once the shapewear reached her hips, it tangled with her bunched up dress, the lace trim catching for a moment before giving way. With a final, gentle pull, I removed the shapewear completely. It pooled at her feet, a discarded whisper of a barrier that had once separated us.
She sat on the chaise lounge before me, her dress bunched around her waist and revealing simple black boy shorts. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and for a moment, we simply stared, the air thick with unspoken desire. The cool night air sent a shiver down her spine, and she self-consciously reached for the straps of her dress, pulling them down slightly. The dress bunched loosely around her hips, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her legs and the curve of her lower back. She sat on the chaise lounge before me, her gaze locked on mine, a silent invitation hanging in the air.
“I can smell how wet you are,” I said. “It’s fucking sexy.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet and her lips parted in surprise. “Dante...” she began, but any protest died on her lips as I lowered myself to my knees before her.
“Dante, we’re,” she swallowed, her eyes wide in the moonlight, “we’re outside.”
I glanced over my shoulder at the ebony sky, dotted with the winking jewels of stars. A smirk played on my lips as I turned back to her.
“Yes,” I replied. “I would eat your pussy anywhere.”
Jade’s breath hitched at my words, her eyes widening further. A soft blush colored her cheeks as she looked at me, a mix of shock and intrigue in her gaze.
“You’re...you’re serious?” she stammered.
“Oh, I’m very serious,” I murmured back.
“But Dante…” She bit down on her lower lip, glancing nervously around the balcony.
“What if someone sees us?”
“No one will see us up here,” I said. “And if they do, so what? They get to see a beautiful woman coming over and over and over again. Sounds terrible for them.”
She giggled nervously at my words, her eyes flashing with anticipation, but also a hint of uncertainty. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, but there was no real conviction in her voice. Instead, it was thick with desire.
“And you’re exquisite,” I countered, my voice dropping lower as I crawled toward her on the chaise. My hands traced up her legs, feeling the tremors running through her. “Now relax and let me show you just how much.”