Page 14 of Ivory Obsession
Without waiting for a response, I wasted no more time. My lips found the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and she gasped. Her hands tangled in my hair, a sigh escaping her lips as I placed tender kisses further up her leg.
Smirking up at her from between her thighs, I could feel the heat emanating from her core and the intoxicating scent of her desire. It was a heady aroma that sent a rush of blood straight to my groin. I barely held back my own groan as I inched closer, nuzzling the soft folds beneath the black boy shorts she wore.
Her fingers found my hair. “Wait, Dante,” she said. “I really didn’t expect this. I didn’t, uh, shave for this or anything.”
I glanced up at her, my smirk never wavering. “Does it look like I care?”
Her cheeks flushed again, but she didn’t protest any further. With a low growl, I nuzzled my face against the damp fabric of her boy shorts. “You smell so fucking good, Jade.”
Jade let out a soft moan at the sound of her name on my lips. Her breath hitched, fingers tightening in my hair as I hooked a finger around the edge of her underwear and slowly slid them down.
She was laid bare before me, exposed under the watchful eyes of the stars. A growl rumbled in my chest at the sight of her spread out on the chaise, panting and blushing under my gaze.
With deliberate slowness, I traced a finger up her inner thigh, drinking in her gasp and the way she shivered under my touch. Her hands found their way back to my hair, gripping it tight as if she was fighting to keep control.
“Stop teasing me,” she muttered, her eyes half-lidded and pleading. A soft whimper escaped her lips and her thighs squeezed together.
I chuckled, my breath fanning over her exposed heat. “But I do so enjoy it,” I replied, sliding my hands to her hips to hold her in place. “Seeing you squirm under my touch.”
She gave a soft gasp as my thumb brushed against her clit, but quickly bit down on her lower lip to stifle any noises. Her entire body shuddered, her grip on my hair tightening.
Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, my smirk broadening at the desperate whimper that slipped past her lips. “Tell me what you want, Jade,” I murmured against her skin. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she said. “I want your cock inside of me.”
Her answer was breathy and raw, filled with a desire that sent a rush of triumph coursing through my veins.
“Your wish is my command,” I replied, my voice rough with anticipation. I traced a lazy path with my tongue from the inside of her thigh to the place where she wanted me most.
I teased her with slow, deliberate licks, coaxing soft moans from her lips. The taste of her on my tongue was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and heat that only made me want more.
I didn’t realize I could get any harder, but fuck…Hearing her mewl and moan under my touch had every nerve ending in my body on fire, my cock throbbing painfully against my slacks. I was lost in her taste, in the intoxicating scent of her arousal that filled the air. The way she squirmed, writhed, and bucked beneath me only served to add fuel to the raging inferno within me.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and her entire body tensed, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips that seemed to echo through the quiet night. My hands found their way to her hips, holding her down as I continued to explore her with my mouth.
“God, Dante,” she gasped, her hands clawing at the fabric of the chaise beneath her. “Don’t... don’t stop...”
I had no intention of doing so. God, she tasted amazing – sweet and spicy and wholly addictive. I couldn’t get enough of her; I could spend eternity between her thighs and still not have enough.
My tongue flicked over her clit again and again, each swipe earning me a cry of pleasure that only spurred me on further. The raw need in her voice was my undoing - I needed to see her unravel beneath me.
Drawing back slightly, I slid two fingers inside of her and watched in awe as her face contorted in pleasure. Her hands fisted in my hair as she arched her back, a broken moan slipping past her lips.
“More,” she gasped, her words pushing me further.
Flicking my tongue back to where it belonged, I continued to stroke her from the inside, pushing deeper with each thrust. Her walls clenched around me, coating my fingers in her sweet release.
“Fuck, Dante!” she cried out, her voice echoed across the silence of the night. She was losing herself to the pleasure and I was more than happy to guide her there.
Consumed by the desire to hear more of those sinful sounds escaping her mouth, I increased my pace. My tongue circled her swollen nub as my fingers dove in and out of her in a rhythm that would drive any woman wild. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, a sure sign of the impending climax that I was all too eager to deliver.
“Do you like this?” I asked without pausing. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Jade’s response was caught in a gasp as her body tensed up, legs shaking as her climax built higher and higher. “Dante... please,” she stammered out, grasping my hair tight in her fingers.
I smirked against her, flicking my tongue faster over her clit. “Please what, darling?” I asked, my own arousal throbbing painfully at the sight of her writhing in pleasure under me.
“Please... I need...” she moaned, her voice frantic with need.