Page 15 of Ivory Obsession
“Say it,” I growled against her sensitive flesh, my fingers curling inside of her to stroke that one spot that made her see stars.
“I need to come!” Jade cried out, the words barely leaving her lips before she was exploding around me.
“So come,” I said. “Come on my tongue, beautiful.”
Her climax ripped through her like a storm, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath. I didn’t let up, not until she was writhing beneath me, her pleas for mercy turning into senseless mumbles.
Ignoring the ache in my own body, I continued to devour her until her orgasm subsided, leaving her panting and glowing beneath the moonlight. I trailed kisses up her body, tasting her sweat on my lips as I finally claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
“Can you taste yourself on my mouth?” I asked.
She gave a weak nod, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. But there was something else there too. Something raw and unguarded that made my heart pound in my chest. She was looking at me like no one ever had before.
“Good,” I murmured against her lips, pressing another soft kiss to them before pulling away. “Because you’re delicious.”
I stood up and quickly shed my clothes, every nerve ending aching for some form of contact with her. She watched me, her gaze hot and hungry as it roved over my naked body.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice shaky but filled with anticipation. Her eyes stayed glued to my hardened length, a blush creeping up her face that was too enflaming for me to ignore.
Grinning at her reaction, I climbed back onto the chaise, positioning myself between her spread legs. My cock twitched at the sight of her flushed and sated beneath me, her sweet centers still glistening from the attention they just received.
With one hand, I guided my hardness to her entrance, slowly pushing inside. The feel of her warmth enveloping me was ecstasy in its purest form. Her body accommodated me like a glove, tight and wet with longing.
Her hands reached up to grip my biceps as she let out a gasp. What I wanted to do was bury my cock to the hilt and set a punishing pace, but I let her get used to me instead.
After several agonizing moments, her fingers dug into my skin and she let out a breathy sigh. “Dante...” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Move,” she pleaded, locking her eyes with mine in a silent plea. Raw need sparked in her icy blue depths, and I lost all self-control.
With a groan of pure pleasure, I began to move inside of her, each thrust drawing a moan from both our lips. Her nails dug into my biceps as she held on, her legs wrapping around my waist to bring me deeper into her.
God, she felt incredible. Tight and wet and so fucking responsive. She moved with me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. The sight of her beneath me, flushed with pleasure and writhing in ecstasy was enough to have me teetering on the edge of release.
“Faster,” she gasped out, her hips grinding up to meet mine. Her words stoked the fire inside me, and I quickened my pace, pushing into her with a fierceness that had us both gasping.
Her chest heaved against mine as she clung onto me, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the air.
“You’re so tight, Jade,” I growled in her ear. My fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements as I pounded into her relentlessly. The sight of her coming undone was intoxicating; I wanted to capture this moment forever. “Are you going to come for me, bella?”
My thumb found her clit, rubbing it in circles that had her crying out. “I... I can’t...” she sobbed, her body convulsing beneath mine.
“Yes, you can,” I gritted out, thrusting harder into her. “Come for me, darling.”
My words seemed to snap something inside of her and with a loud cry, she came apart beneath me. Her walls clenching around my cock sent me into my own climax, my seed spilling into her as we rode out our orgasms together.
The balcony was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Jade’s arms went around my neck as I collapsed onto her, spent and satisfied.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of sweat and desire that clung to her skin.
I felt her fingers trace patterns along my back, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine even in my spent state. “Dante,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the midnight breeze caressing our bodies.
I lifted myself up to look at her, propping myself on one elbow. Her ice-blue eyes were soft. “Now what?” she asked.
“Well, now,” I said. “I can go get you that drink. And maybe after that, we could use the bed.”
Chapter Seven: Dante