Page 73 of Abundance of Obsession

“You’re so sexy, Raven. So beautiful. And so mine.”

“And to think that just one day ago you had me gagged, with a gun to my temple,” she jokes.

“That doesn’t mean there isn’t some truth to it. I have eyes. Let’s just say it was foreplay.”

“If that was foreplay, I dread to think what comes next,” she says, but she’s smiling.

I, too, can’t stop my lips from wandering upward. “Wait and see.”

Zoe grabs her T-shirt and, with a deft movement, pulls it over her head. Her bra, socks, and sweatpants land on the floor. It doesn’t escape my notice that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Ready to see for myself,” she says, lying there. Naked and ready. My delicious dessert.

I grab Zoe’s left foot and start kissing it the same way I was kissing her lips a moment ago. Without taking my eyes off her, I run my tongue along the arch and watch her chest rise faster.

She likes it.

Gently, my lips travel up her ankle, her calf, her knee. Every breath she takes, every impatient gasp, every movement of her hips, I commit to memory. It’s amazing.

Much to her displeasure, I shift my attention to her other leg and begin a slow journey upward.

“What’s wrong, my sweet Raven? Impatient much?”

I tease her, though her burning gaze says she doesn’t like it at all. That’s a lie. She loves every damn minute of it.

“Could you move your lips a little higher?” she gasps between rapid breaths.

“Here?” I point to her knee.

“Higher.”

“Maybe here?” My finger traces circles on her thighs.

“A little higher.”

My whole hand rests on her pubic mound. I can’t suppress a smug grin. “You mean this spot?”

“Can you lean toward me a little?”

I rise and lean toward her, certain she wants to tell me something, only her hand grabs me by the neck and pulls me down toward her body. My face lands right where she wanted it so badly. Right between her wonderful thighs.

I’ve created a monster.

With superhuman strength, I hold back the laughter shaking my body.

“Now put that sharp tongue to work and don’t stop until I scream your name,” she commands.

I’m done for.

I do exactly what she expects of me. I suck on her clit and she arches her body. But there’s no way she’s going to snatch it from my mouth now that my lips have tasted the dessert. I place my hand on her lower abdomen and press lightly to steady her.

I feel it pulsing in my mouth, same as my cock in my boxers. My fingers find her slit and slip inside her.

Fuck.

It’s so warm, tight, soft, and wet. And on top of all that, it tastes like fucking nectar. How is it even possible that she got me hooked on her when I was the one setting the boundaries?

I don’t stop kissing her down there until she’s moaning so loudly that the neighbors will have no doubt what’s going on here. I’m fucking her with my fingers, but it’s only when I curl them and find that most sensitive spot in her pussy that she moans my name.