Page 80 of Ivory Obsession
“I...” I stuttered, my mind racing, the weight of our situation pressing on me from all sides. The ticking time bomb of secrets between us seemed to pause in this intimate moment. The carnal promise in his eyes held a tantalizing escape from the harsh truth we were both avoiding.
I searched his face, the lines of worry etching a new pattern around his eyes. He was waiting for my answer yet his gaze held an unspoken request - let’s forget, if only for tonight.
Mustering a weak smile, I nodded.
And as soon as I did, he dropped gracefully to his knees.
He looked up at me, his dark eyes intense and full of desire. The sight of him, half naked and on his knees for me, was a powerful one. I watched as his hands trailed up my legs.
“Jade,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine.
His hands slipped beneath my panties, his fingers dancing lightly over my skin as he pulled them down with excruciating slowness. The way he was looking at me - it was like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
He swirled his tongue around my sensitive clit, eliciting a gasp from my lips. He opened his mouth and dipped his tongue inside, his movements firm yet deliberate. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming, like electricity arcing through my body. The tensions and fears of the day started to dissipate as he worked me with expert precision.
His hand rose to rest on my lower abdomen, and I sucked in a breath–the secret there a silent echo between us. His touch was gentle, protective even, as he continued to stroke me rhythmically with his tongue.
He pulled away from me for a second, picking up his head to smile at me. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he said. “You taste like my come and your arousal.”
He plunged his tongue back in, fucking me with it. The sensation was intense - bordering on unbearable. As he flicked his tongue over my clit, a sharp jolt of pleasure raced through me.
“D-Dante,” I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair, anchoring myself to him. He moaned against me and the vibration sent another shockwave of pleasure through my body.
Suddenly, his fingers found their way into my pussy. He pumped them in and out of me while still making love to my clit with his mouth.
I let out a choked moan as his fingers curled within me, finding that sweet spot that made my vision blur with pleasure. My body responded instinctively, hips moving in time with his rhythm. His mouth continued to drive me wild, his tongue flicking over my throbbing clit over and over.
“Can you squirt for me again, beautiful?”
His words were a catalyst, and I felt the pressure building deep within me. My mind was filled with Dante and nothing else. The rest of the world fell away, my vision narrowing to just this moment, just this man.
I clung to him tightly, my body shaking as the pleasure built. I could feel his smile against my clit as he worked me into a frenzy. The knowledge that he was enjoying this—enjoying me—just as much as I was made it all the more intense.
“I want you to squirt all over my face,” he growled out, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers cascading down my spine. “Give it to me, Jade.”
His words were like a spark to dry kindling, setting my body alight with an unfathomable pleasure. His pace quickened, the rhythm of his fingers matching the desperate need that coursed through my veins.
“Dante,” I moaned again, my voice barely a whisper as I surrendered to the onslaught of sensations he was eliciting within me. His name spilled from my lips over and over, each utterance pushing me closer to the precipice.
Tension coiled tightly within me, spiraling outwards from where Dante’s mouth met my body with fervor. A gasp tore through me.
Suddenly, the world shattered into a million pieces of white-hot fire. An intense surge of pleasure radiated from my core and washed over me in waves. My knees practically buckled, the strength of the orgasm leaving me breathless. Dante didn’t pull away, his mouth still locked onto my quivering clit as he milked me for everything I had to give.
I could feel myself squirting, drenching his face as he had desired. A low groan rumbled from deep within him, his satisfaction palpable as he continued to lap at me. The aftershocks coursed through me, my body quivering uncontrollably under his touch.
He finally pulled back, his face flushed with satisfaction. He rose up, his fingers tracing a teasing trail up my trembling body until he was level with me. His lips met mine in a lingering kiss, the taste of myself on his tongue a reminder of what had just happened.
“Okay,” he said, slinging an arm around my waist. “Now let’s do that again, but in bed.”
Chapter Thirty-Five: Dante
Ipulled the sheets tight beneath her, an excuse to touch the smoothness of her skin one more time. The lamplight threw shadows over Jade’s body in a way that made her look like she was still moving, still writhing under my touch. Sweat shimmered on her curves, her pajama shirt clinging to her skin.
“Jesus,” I muttered as I knelt there, taking in the sight and smell of her laid out before me. “You smell fucking amazing. Holy shit, I could come just from the way you smell.”
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, eyes locked on mine with something like wonder—or maybe it was just raw desire. It was difficult to tell with Jade; she always had that look about her, like she was seeing things for the first time.
As I leaned in toward her, her legs gave a little shake. It was a small thing but telling—it said she was ready for whatever I had planned next. My lips found the inside of her thigh, and Jade let out a soft sound that might have been a whimper if it had any weight behind it.