Page 54 of Ivory Obsession
“Again,” I commanded, voice soft but firm.
“But Dante...” she protested weakly.
I interrupted her with a devilish smirk, “I did promise you multiple orgasms, didn’t I?”
“No more surprises,” she pleaded softly.
“None at all,” I agreed absently, my mind already planning the next wave of pleasure. Seizing the bottle of wine once more, I poured another small amount on her stomach, watching as it pooled in her navel before dribbling down towards her still-sensitive clit. “But by my count, that’s just one, right? And so far, we know you can have one orgasm.”
Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as I lowered my mouth to her navel, tongue flicking out to taste the mixture of wine and her arousal. She shivered underneath me, her thighs tightening around my shoulders in anticipation.
“Dante...” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper as I continued my ministrations. I hummed against her skin, sending vibrations through her core that had her writhing beneath me.
I raked my teeth down her stomach, finally capturing her clit between my lips. She tasted so good. Her hands found their way back into my hair, tugging gently with each flick of my tongue. There was a note of desperation in her movements now, a needy quality that sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me.
“God...Dante,” she gasped. The sound of my name on her lips was intoxicating, driving me to continue my assault on her senses.
“Again,” I commanded, the word a husky whisper against her sensitive flesh.
“Dante... I can’t,” she protested. Her voice was weak, breathy with the strain of holding back.
“Yes, you can,” I countered, looking up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with desire, partly obscured by heavy eyelids that fluttered closed every few seconds. “You’re doing so good for me, Jade.”
A whimper escaped her as I continued to taste her, my tongue delving deeper into the folds of her pussy. I watched as she clenched her fists in the plush carpet beneath us, the tension in her body evident as she pushed herself closer to the edge.
“Let go for me, Jade,” I said softly, giving her clit a final flick with my tongue before pulling away just enough to watch her. She tried to squirm closer, a whine escaping her at the loss of contact.
“Do it, Jade,” I growled, my eyes locked onto hers. “Come for me.”
Her breath hitched, her grip on my hair tightening as she let out a guttural cry of pleasure. Her body clenched and released rhythmically, waves of her orgasm washing over her. The sight of her in the thrall of ecstasy was something out of this world.
I watched with hunger-filled eyes as Jade writhed beneath me, lost in the throes of passion. Every gasp, every shuddering breath, every little whimper was a symphony to my ears. Each time she said my name like a prayer – a desperate plea – sent a thrill down my spine.
She began to come down from her high slowly, her body loosening its taut hold gradually.
She tried to catch her breath. “Wait,” she said between gasps, her hair sticking to her face. “What about you? Don’t you want me to take care of you?”
I smirked at her. “That’s adorable, beautiful,” I chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. “But tonight is about you. You come first.”
“But Dante...” she started to protest, only for me to silence her with a deep kiss. As our lips moved together, I trailed my fingers over the curves of her body, reigniting the sparks that had only just begun to fade.
“I meant that literally,” I said, pulling away from her. “I’m going to wait until you’re at the very peak of your pleasure. And I will fuck you tonight, but only then. I’m going to train you to associate mind-blowing orgasms with having my cock inside of you. Every time you’re about to come, you’ll think of me. My face, my hands, my tongue, my cock.”
Her eyes were wide and her breath had hitched at my words. “And how are you planning to do that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Well, babe,” I replied, smiling at her. “I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Twenty-Two: Dante
Icould barely keep my hands on the wheel, the black leather slipping under my sweaty palms as I navigated through New York’s deserted streets. The city was our private labyrinth, and the hum of the engine played background to the heat that simmered between us. Jade sat there, her curves hugged by the dress she wore, a smirk dancing on her lips.
She wasn’t wearing her leggings or her underwear anymore, and the sight of her legs was driving me crazy.
“Bet you thought about taking me right on the floor of the restaurant,” she teased, breaking the silence.
“Christ, Jade,” I exhaled, my grip tightening. “You have no idea. But I’ve got this trick, see? Learned it way back in college.” I shot her a half-grin. “Flexing the thigh muscles diverts the...excitement.”
“Really now?” Her eyes glinted with mischief. “And why would you want to stop yourself?”