Page 36 of Ivory Obsession

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Page 36 of Ivory Obsession

We both knew what I was implying.

For a moment, I saw hesitation flicker in her eyes, then resolve. “Yes,” she said, and the simplicity of her answer made my heart kick against my chest.

We left the bar behind, the chill of the autumn air in New York City biting at our skin. We walked side by side, stealing glances, both aware that tonight was different, that every step took us deeper into uncharted territory.

Because I had slept with her before…but I had never really spoken about myself. I had never really let my defenses down, not even with her.

It was odd…heady. I liked it.

The taxi ride to her apartment passed in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—it was electric, charged with the anticipation of what was to come. Our knees brushed occasionally, sending jolts through me, making me wonder if she felt the same.

When we reached her building, she led the way, fumbling slightly with her keys. A nervous giggle escaped her lips as she struggled to find the right one. “Sorry, I’m not usually this clumsy,” she said, her smile infectious even as I felt a coil of tension unwind within me.

“Take your time,” I reassured her, though patience was a virtue I found hard to come by in that moment. Every second stretched out, filled with the promise of the unknown.

Finally, the key turned, and the door opened to reveal her world—a world so different from mine, yet one I couldn’t wait to step into. As I crossed the threshold, following her into the warm glow of her living room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was crossing more than just a physical boundary. I was stepping into a part of her life, and that felt intimate beyond measure.

“Are you sure?” The question hung in the air as I stood there, taking in Jade’s living room – a space that felt leagues away from my own existence. There was an edge to my voice, a hint of the darkness I was bringing with me into her world.

“We’ve already had sex,” she said.

“Yeah, but…” But what? This felt different? “I just want to hear it from you.”

“Yes,” Jade replied, her voice firm, and it was like a green light igniting something within me. She tugged me closer with a confident smile, and I couldn’t resist the pull, the magnetic force of her presence.

I pushed her back against the wall, my lips finding hers with a hunger that had been building since the moment I first laid eyes on her at the gallery. My body pressed into hers, and I could feel her warmth, her curves molding to mine. “Have you been wet since you saw me?” I asked against her lips, needing to know if the heat I saw flickering in her eyes had ignited a fire within her too.

“Since the gallery,” she breathed out, and the sound of her affirmation sent a spike of possessive desire through me.

“What about since the last time we saw each other? Have you been touching yourself thinking of me, like I told you to?”

Her whispered “yes” was like fuel to the flame.

We kissed again, and it was desperate, frenzied—the kind of passion that burns too hot and too fast. I was aware of every shudder that ran through her, every gasp that filled the space between us. With each touch, I felt like I was peeling back layers, exposing parts of us that were raw and real.

My fingers found the waistband of her jeans, slipping beneath it with a determination that matched the beating of my heart. As I touched her, feeling the slick warmth of her arousal, I played her body like an instrument.

Jade clung to me, and I to her, as we lost ourselves in the escalation of our passion—a passion that seemed to defy the gravity of our worlds, the weight of my name, and the shadows that I knew would always chase me. But here, now, none of that mattered. There was only Jade, only this feeling, only us.

“Bedroom,” I murmured against her lips, the word coming out as a command laced with a need that couldn’t be sated standing up.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that matched the pounding of my pulse. She took my hand, leading me through the dimly lit space to where her bed waited.

As we stood at the foot of her bed, I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and discarding it without care. Jade’s fingers trembled slightly as they worked on the buttons of her blouse, revealing the soft skin I had only begun to know but already craved like a vice.

“Tell me,” I said, my voice low, “what you’ve been using when you’re alone, thinking of me.”

“Like you want me to touch yourself in front of you?”

“Like I want to know how you’ve been touching yourself,” I whispered against her ear.

A flicker of shyness crossed her face before she turned towards her nightstand. Opening the drawer, she pulled out a big vibrating rabbit dildo, holding it up with a mix of hesitation and defiance.

“Show me,” I insisted.

She hesitated for a brief second before sitting on the edge of the bed, parting her legs with a boldness that sent a surge of desire straight to my cock.

“Take your pants off,” I said.




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