Endless Obsession

“Please,” she pleads. “Let me touch you.”

I place a kiss on both her palms before placing them above her head with one hand.

“I will, later. But right now, this is for you.”

She whimpers, and I almost chuckle at the desperate sound.

“Keep your hands there.”

At her nod, I glide my hand back down her arm, then remove it when I reach the side of her breast. Standing, I remove my shoes and finish unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. I decide to leave my pants on for now, because the temptation to take her will be too great if they’re not in the way.

By the time I drop my shirt to the floor, Poppy’s legs are seesawing on the bed and she’s breathing heavily. Her face is still turned toward me. I know she can’t see me, but she can hear what I’m doing.

“Do you ache for me, baby?” I ask, taunting her.

“Yes. Please, Sterling.”

“Be patient for me, and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

Without waiting for a reply, I get up on the bed and straddle her waist. Having her beneath me is something I’ve wanted and imagined for almost a year. Having it now is so much more than I fantasized.

I lean forward to rest my hands on either side of her raised arms and glide my tongue across her lips. I’m desperate to take them, but I need to know she wants it just as much. There’s been so many times she’s been in my office at work, or in meetings, or when I watch her sleep at night that I’ve imagined kissing her. I know without knowing that she’ll taste unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. Once I know that taste, nothing else will ever compare. I’m already addicted to it, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.

When she lifts her head to get closer to me, I have my answer. I drop my head the rest of the way and take what I’ve been dying to have. Her mouth opens immediately, and I dip my tongue inside. Just as I knew she would, she tastes like pure fucking heaven. We swirl our tongues together and mimic the act of sex with our mouths. I could kiss her all day and never in a million years get enough of it.

I pull back slightly, giving myself just enough room to tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. She whimpers and moans beneath me. I settle more of my weight on her and feel the lace of the bodice and the swell of her breasts against my chest. My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I both curse and thank God I decided to leave them on.

Poppy becomes restless beneath me. Her stomach presses against my erection, and I growl into her mouth. She’s making it so goddamn hard to stay focused on what I want to do right now.

I feel her arms moving, and to prevent it, I pin them back down. Against her lips, I tell her, “No. My control is slipping, Poppy. Keep your hands there or I’ll lose it.”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” she breathes out and arches her back, pressing her gorgeous tits harder against my chest.

Shit. I really need to pay them some attention next.

“Believe me, baby, you definitely want me to lose it, but I’m not ready yet. Right now is for you. Now, be a good girl and keep your hands above your head.”

Her arms relax once again, but her lips turn into a pout. I do the only thing I can do and drop mine back to hers for another searing kiss. I feel the satin of the scarf against my heated face. I want to rip it away and see the desire in her

eyes, but I don’t.

Pulling back from her addicting lips, I leave wet kisses down her neck. When I stop between her breasts, I look up to find pure rapture on Poppy’s face. Her lips are parted and her face is flushed. It sends my blood to boiling and my need skyrockets. I keep my eyes on her as I trace my fingers along the edge of the cups covering her tits. I pull the material down a centimeter by slow centimeter, until it’s tucked below her breasts. I’ve watched from the window as she’s undressed numerous times, so seeing her tits is nothing new to me, but holy fucking hell. Seeing them up close and having them inches from my mouth and hands has my body locking up tight.

Unable to hold back any longer, I run the tip of my tongue around one dark nipple before tugging it between my teeth. It instantly tightens up into a hard nub. Her body withers and she cries out.

Spurred on by her cries of pleasure, I yank down the other cup and palm that breast. I pinch the tip between my finger and thumb, making her gasp and jerk. I release that nipple and plump up her other breast and bring it to my mouth.

I lift my head and shift the loose material that’s below her tits, so it falls to her sides.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur huskily.

I drop my head again and lay kisses on her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button along the way. I make my way down until I reach the top of her skimpy panties. Kneeing her legs apart, I settle between them, my eyes landing on her satin-covered center. Her arousal has soaked the material. I blow gently and her hips jerk up.

“Oh, my, God! Sterling, please!”

A rush of satisfaction hits my gut with her plea. Giving into both our needs, I settle my mouth over her clit and suck her hard through the material. I moan, not only because the vibration will add to her pleasure, but because she tastes so fucking amazing, even through a layer of satin.

Getting on my knees, I tug her panties down her legs, impatient to taste her bare. I settle back down and swipe my tongue through her folds. She bends her knees, and using her feet, she jerks her pelvis up for me. I hold her in place by putting my hands on her stomach. I alternate between sucking and tugging her clit between my teeth. When I look up at her, her hands are fisting the headboard above her head so tight, her knuckles are white. Her head thrashes back and forth and her moans become louder.