Page 55 of Ivory Obsession
“Because when I finally take you,” I said, voice low, “I plan on making it count. Give you the kind of release that’s worth waiting for.”
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and I didn’t need a mirror to know I was hard again. Damn her blushes.
“Every time you turn that color, I swear...” I let the words hang, the air thick with unsaid promises.
In one fluid motion, I steered us into the parking space outside her building. The glow from the streetlights painted her face in soft amber tones, revealing an eagerness that mirrored my own. I killed the engine and stepped out, reaching over to open her door. She slid out like a dream, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away.
“Can still smell you,” I murmured, leaning in close enough for my breath to brush her neck. “How wet you are.”
Jade shivered, and I knew it wasn’t from the autumn chill. “The wine,” I nodded toward her feet where the bottle lay uncorked, a souvenir from the night’s earlier indulgence.
“Right,” she said, bending to pick it up, giving me a view that made my throat dry.
I grabbed the bottle from her. “Open your mouth,” I said.
Jade complied, biting her lower lip in anticipation. I tilted the bottle, letting a few drops of the midnight red wine slip onto her tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed, savoring the taste before looking up at me with a smoldering gaze.
The sight was almost enough to unravel me right there, but I maintained control. “Good,” I complimented, my voice rougher than I intended.
She twisted a lock of hair around her finger, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she looked away. “Let’s go inside.”
The elevator ride up to her floor was a silent battle of restraint. The confined space magnified everything—her breath hitching slightly, the way she leaned into me without realizing it, the faintest brush of her body against mine. It was an unspoken dance of anticipation, each small movement charged with meaning.
“Could’ve been at my penthouse by now,” I remarked casually, though there was nothing casual about the way my body reacted to her proximity.
“BioHQ is closer from here,” Jade countered, her eyes locked on the ascending numbers above the elevator door. “Efficiency for the morning.”
“Efficiency,” I echoed, suppressing a chuckle. “Right.”
When we reached her apartment, the key barely had time to turn in the lock before the door swung open and we stumbled inside. Without a moment’s hesitation, my lips crashed down onto hers, devouring any pretense of patience I might have feigned. She responded with equal fervor, her fingers clawing at my shirt as if it were a barrier to be conquered.
Clothes were shed without care, our movements hurried and rough. Her dress landed somewhere near the couch, my jacket following suit. There was no time for neatness, no room for second thoughts. All that mattered was the heat of her skin against mine as we navigated through the sparse light of her living room.
“Bedroom,” she gasped between kisses, her hands fumbling with the button of my pants.
“Lead the way,” I managed, voice strained with desire.
She pulled away just enough to guide me, walking backward with lips parted and eyes dark with longing. I followed like a man possessed, every rational thought drowned out by the need to claim her, to lose myself in the sweet obliviousness of her embrace.
The moonlight spilled through her bedroom curtains, casting an ethereal glow over the scene as I laid Jade down on the bed. Each touch was calculated, every movement a testament to the hunger that raged within me. My hands roamed her body, mapping out the terrain of her curves and valleys with a possessive intent.
“Remember how you touched yourself, thinking of me?” I murmured, my voice rough with arousal.
A soft “Yes” escaped her lips, barely audible, but laced with anticipation.
“Where’s the toy you used?” I asked, my need to see her unravel under my command growing stronger by the second.
“Nightstand,” she breathed out, her chest heaving.
I reached over, snatching the vibrator from where it lay. The silent promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air as I turned my attention back to her.
Her response was immediate—a symphony of gasps and moans that drove me wild. With deliberate care, I parted her thighs and descended upon her with my tongue, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her pleasure. My fingers joined the dance, one coated with the slickness of my own making before pressing into her, eliciting another sharp cry from her lips.
“Fuck, Dante,” she whimpered, her body tensing and releasing in rapid succession.
“Let go for me, Jade,” I coaxed, my movements unrelenting.
The vibrator hummed to life against her clit, and she bucked beneath me. Riding the wave of intense pleasure I was orchestrating, Jade’s body began to convulse. The sight of her lost in ecstasy was more intoxicating than any high I’d ever experienced. I increased the speed of the toy and my tongue, pushing her towards the precipice.