Page 63 of Abundance of Obsession

“I want this, and I want you. All of you.”

As the last word slips from my lips, Eli pounces on me. His lips press against mine again. He doesn’t hold back, and it’s so sexy. Plus, he wraps his arms around me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

I pull him toward me, and we both land on the bed. His weight is on top of me. I love it. A lot.

Without breaking the kiss, I squirm beneath him. I dig my hands into the muscles of his back and feel a burning need to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. It’s terrifying. Beyond my control, as if they have a life of their own, they move lower and grab his shirt. When I finally find myself beneath it, I can’t believe this is happening.

His hand, which had been resting on my cheek until now, slides down to my neck and then lower. I arch my back when his touch is on my breast. My nipples are so sensitive that I can’t stop myself from moaning.

I don’t have a clue what’s happening to me. I’m losing what little control I have left over my body.

Eli squeezes my breast, massages it, and pinches my nipple. It’s still not enough. Because of these damn—

Frustrated, I pull my lips away from him. “Can we get rid of these clothes? I need to feel you.”

“Zoe, you’re going to kill me, baby. I’m trying to be patient here. It’s your first time.”

“I don’t want you to be patient. Or gentle. I won’t fall apart under your touch. Just… Be real.”

He closes his eyes for a second, as though my words were causing him physical pain. “You don’t grasp what you’re asking for. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve never—”

Realization dawns on me. He’s never fucked a virgin. That’s what he means.

In a way, this is a first for both of us.

“If at any point this gets to be too much for me, I’ll tell you. I promise, Eli.”

He accepts my promise, and I accept it with relief.

With a gentle tug, I pull his T-shirt over his head, the familiar scent of him filling the air; he does the same with my dress. Without hesitation, I unbutton his pants, then the zipper. I bend my knees, feeling the smooth fabric of his waistband under the rough grip of my toes. Slowly, with a subtle friction, my legs slide down his body. To assist me, he supports his own weight by pushing up on his shoulders.

“I wasn’t aware you were so flexible,” he jokes, kissing my neck.

“I’d be happy to show you just how much.”

A murmur of satisfaction, and then his lips move lower, and my nipple is in his mouth. He sucks hard until it’s burning. Not strong enough to stop what’s happening. More than anything, mixed with pleasure. I arch my body toward him, wanting more.

Will it ever be enough?

I don’t know the answer.

He sucks, kisses, licks, and nibbles. With his other hand, he massages my other breast again. A moan escapes my lips, an involuntary sound I can't suppress. His caresses blend in my mind. Our bodies brush against each other. I’m so hot I could peel my skin off, if only that were possible.

My body is getting slippery with sweat. And not just that. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.

I’ve touched myself many times, brought myself to orgasm, but never—ever—have I been as turned on as I am right now.

His hard cock is between us, so close, but Eli isn’t doing anything to get it between my thighs.

My fingernails trace the contours of his muscles, from the peaks of his back to the valleys of his arms and forearms. He has such fucking sexy forearms.

I'm making a mental note to spend time looking closely at his tattoos. His body is like a work of art. The designs blend, transitioning into images of skulls, inscriptions, and more patterns. It’s amazing that all of this was hidden from me under a piece of fabric.

I don’t know how long we’ve been caressing each other. He’s worried that I’m not ready for this step, but I can’t dream of anything else. A ball of desire and excitement, that’s what I am. And I’m going to come just from the sensation of his hand stroking my calf.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t express it in words,” he says, licking my stomach.

“Eli!”