Page 56 of Arran's Obsession
I left the door to the living room open so a slice of light fell over the bed, giving me plenty to see by, and knelt on the mattress. For a long moment, I just watched the woman who’d gifted herself to me. Her chest rising and falling, and the outline of her tits under a strappy top. The mound of her pussy in her tiny shorts, and the sheet only partially draped over her.
In my jeans, my dick pulsed.
Fuck, did I want her.
A loud buzz cut through the silence of the room. My goddamned phone. I snapped to shut it off and tossed it to an armchair, twisting back to Genevieve with my heart racing.
Thank Christ, it hadn’t woken her. I’d exhausted the woman, and she was out cold, not even a flicker of awareness at the sound.
It gave me an opportunity, alongside dark thoughts that pierced me in shots of adrenaline and lust.
Placing my fingertips on the mattress, I leaned forward and peeled the sheet off her, slowly and carefully. My breathing caught. In the slice of light, her limbs gleamed, her curves sending me insane. She was more beautiful than she had a right to be. Hardwired to bring me to my knees.
I’d been around naked women my entire life. First with the ladies my father would buy in and abuse. After, the people I protected. I saw them fuck daily, all kinds of bodies doing all kinds of things.
It became commonplace. Banal.
Never once had anything come close to the erotic sight of Genevieve asleep and mine to touch.
I wanted to own every part of her. To do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it. Right now, with her unconscious, she had no choice either. I didn’t need to run the gauntlet of forcingmyself not to make it good for her while punishing her at the same time.
She deserved my hate yet owned my lust.
It was going to be fun seeing how far I could take this before I woke her.
Ducking down, I pressed a kiss beside her injured flesh, the graze she’d sustained from my car. Then around to her soft inner thigh. Another higher.
Not a flicker. She didn’t make a sound.
Higher still, I drew my mouth until I was over her pussy, and I took a deep inhale through my nose, drawing the scent of her inside me. Fucking delectable. Addictive. I put my tongue to the material right over her clit and traced the outline of her shape. Then I nestled in and bit lightly through her thin shorts.
Pulling back, I watched the damp patch appearing lower down. She was getting wet for me, even if she didn’t know.
I needed a taste.
As lightly as I could manage, I hooked both sides of her shorts and drew them down her legs. Genevieve still didn’t budge, letting me arrange her legs wide open, and giving me plenty of room to toy with her.
Wet gleamed at her core. I touched a finger to the centre of her, following a line of liquid down to the sheet. Then I replaced my finger with my tongue.
Heat sank through me at her flavour. I’d loved the scent of her, but her taste woke my senses like nothing else. Wild for her, I licked her from her entrance up to her clit, then kissed her pussy like I’d refused to do to her mouth.
But the angle was tight. I needed better access. To see everything. A pillow from the top of the bed would work. With the same measured care, I lifted her ass and set the pillow underneath and back so it wasn’t in my way. It left her totally exposed to me, nothing hidden, her thighs wide. I could seeeverything from her clit to her pussy entrance and down to her puckered rear hole.
I gave her a second to settle, making sure she didn’t regain consciousness. I needed this time alone with her body. No judgement. Just using her. Learning from her.
When I was sure she wasn’t going to wake, I returned my mouth to the centre of her, swiping her clit with the tip of my tongue until more wetness pooled. I slid my tongue inside her channel, dying at the tight fit, and resisting an urge to get rough with her. My body didn’t care about taking this slow.
My dick leaked, desperate to get in on the action.
Genevieve took a little breath, and I retreated to watch her face. Her eyes were still closed, and her head tipped back. Her nipples had hardened, the outline prominent under her top. I’d get to those later. It was a fucking trip—my actions on her unconscious body were turning her on more and more.
Keeping my touch featherlight, I drew a finger down her core then inside, centimetres at a time, keeping a close eye on her breathing. Her pulse beat at her throat. She was so wet, her juices leaked out on my palm, so I soaked my hand with them and stuck it into my jeans, painting my dick with her arousal.
God-fucking-damn.
She was such a good girl, letting me mess with her and sleeping so deep. Maybe I could even fuck her like this. I was so turned on, my dick so sensitive from fucking her earlier, but I didn’t want to stop playing.
More than anything else, I wanted to continue pushing her body.