Page 41 of Killer's Obsession
I lift her off her feet, carrying her the few steps to the bed and laying her down without breaking the kiss. When I finally pull back, her eyes are dark with desire.
“You sure about this?” I ask, needing to hear her say it one more time.
She nods, reaching up to touch my face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”
Thank fuck.
I strip off my shirt, not missing how her eyes light up at the sight of my bare chest. Next to go are my boots and jeans, leaving me in just my boxers, my erection straining against the fabric.
Crawling onto the bed, I move over her like a predator stalking its prey. “You’re so fucking sexy, Pet,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone.
She arches beneath me, her hands exploring the muscles of my shoulders and back. “Killer,” she gasps as I nip at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
Fuck me, I’ve waited so long for this.
Reaching around her back, I find the clasp of her bra and unhook it. Like opening a present on Christmas, I pull the lace away. There’s no doubt in my mind that there is a God when my eyes land on her perfect tits. They’re high and round. Perky with rosy pink nipples just begging for my attention.
“Been dreaming about these,” I admit, lowering my head to take one nipple into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the hardened bud and groan.
Perfection.
She moans, arching her back off the bed as she pushes her tits against my face. Fuck yeah.
“Please,” she whimpers, rolling her hips in search of more.
I groan against her skin, the feel of her writhing beneath me nearly driving me insane. But I need to go slow. Need to make sure she’s ready for this—for me.
I kiss my way down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my lips. When I reach the waistband of her panties, I look up to find her watching me, her chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths.
“Can I taste you, Pet?” I ask, hooking my fingers into the lace.
She nods, lifting her hips to help me slide the panties down her legs. And then she’s completely bare before me, all pale skin and curves, her pussy glistening with evidence of her arousal.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you,” I growl, settling between her thighs. “So wet for me already.”
I lower my head, dragging my tongue through her folds. She cries out, her hips bucking against my face. The taste of her explodes on my tongue—sweet and tangy and addictive as hell.
I spread her wider with my thumbs, exposing her completely. Her clit is swollen and begging for attention, so I give it what it wants, circling the sensitive bud before sucking it into my mouth.
“Oh God!” she gasps, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. “Killer, please.”
I slide one finger inside her, feeling the tight heat of her pussy clench around the intrusion. She’s so fucking tight, her inner walls gripping my finger like a vise. I add a second, stretching her gently as I continue to work her clit with my tongue.
Her breathing quickens, her moans growing louder and more desperate. I can feel her getting close, the tension building in herbody as I pump my fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars.
“Let go, Pet,” I growl. “Come for me.”
With a wail, her back arches off the bed, and her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, her juices coating my hand. I don’t stop until the aftershocks subside and she collapses onto the mattress, boneless and panting.
Moving up her body, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, her hands pushing at the waistband of my boxers.
“I need you,” she whispers against my lips.
I shed my boxers, and my cock springs free, hard and aching. Her eyes widen at the size of me, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.
“We’ll go slow,” I promise, positioning myself between her spread thighs.
She nods, reaching up to pull me down for another kiss as I line myself up with her entrance.
