Page 22 of His Coveted Obsession

His hand traveled up my arm to my neck and through my hair. “Silky soft,” he said, his breath ghosting on my skin before we deepened the kiss.

I slid my hand under his untucked shirt and slipped fingers through the waistband of his jeans and underwear until I reached the crease of his ass. He whimpered and instinctively thrust against me. He was perfectly responsive.

I was ready to fuck him, so I pulled away, grabbed his hand, and tugged him to my bedroom. Before I could order Thomas to get undressed, he stood in front of me, unbuttoned my cardigan sweater, and gently slid it off my shoulders. Then he undid my tie, putting it neatly on the chair with the sweater. I watched long,nimble fingers undoing each button of my shirt almost reverently. His hands pushed underneath the fabric at the shoulders and slipped the shirt off my arms.

“Your skin is so soft and creamy. And your muscles… Wow. I want to explore every inch of you.”

I preened at his praise and how he appreciated the hard work I put into my skin and body, always striving to look my best.

After tugging the sleeves off my arms, he reached for my belt and unbuckled it. His blue eyes looked at mine as if asking permission to go farther. I gave him a single nod.

I quickly grew obsessed with those fingers as they unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. When he dropped to his knees and tugged down my dark wash jeans, my heart raced for the first time, filled with a strange excitement. The blood rushed to my cock. I’d been aroused many times, but it was different having someone worship you instead of imagining it while watching porn.

He grabbed the elastic band of my boxer briefs and tugged those down with my jeans, pulling both off. Last went my socks.

Thomas stood on his knees until he was face to face with my cock. “So pretty,” he whispered. “Perfect. Not too big. Not too small. Seriously, do you have any flaws?”

I strived to have none, but I didn’t tell him that.

“Can I touch it?”

“Get naked first.”

He stood, removed his glasses, and set them on the dresser. Then he unbuttoned his shirt as I stood there, tapping my fingers together, watching him and those damn fingers.

“I’m not as muscular as you are.”

“I’m attracted to you, and that’s enough.”

His face pinked as always, and he smiled shyly. “You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.”

“You should feel that, anyway, because Idowant you.”

It was simple, and he should understand that.

He tossed his shirt unceremoniously on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear.

He was a little skinny, and while he didn’t have defined muscles, I found him attractive enough to want to sleep with him.

His looks and how he praised me aroused me.

“Please me,” I ordered.

Thomas fell to his knees again and fisted my length, giving it a few pulls. “The last time I—”

My hand rushed to his throat and squeezed to cut off his words. “No mention of past boyfriends. I wasveryclear on that.”

His lips parted, and he heaved a breath as his eyes rolled into his head, clearly aroused. He swallowed, and I felt his Adam’s apple brush against my palm.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“Yes. I’ve often fantasized about a man taking control of me like this.”

Thomas was perfect. He was highly attractive, he wanted me, and he’d handed over his power to my dangerous hands.

I removed my hand and brushed my thumb across his bottom lip. “You’re perfect. You please me, and I’ll please you in return.”

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll do my best.”

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