Page 41 of Psychotic Obsession
Tobias jerks back, and I release him from my hand, looking up at him kneeling between my legs, his fingers still attacking my core. His blue eyes are burning into me, and I gulp, feeling his fingers retract from my sex, making me whimper. "I might lock you up so you can't go back to Scotland."
I giggle, but he cuts me off with his mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips to run along mine. "I might like that too," I tease, my fingers lacing in his hair. He groans against my lips, biting me playfully, and I feel his crown press against my entrance.
"Don't tempt me."
The heat moves up my neck as he trails his lips up to my throat, leaving tingles in their wake. Tobias bites the skin along my jaw playfully, whispering in my ear while pressing himself against my core.
Tobias smirks when he reaches my mouth, and I gasp as he finally eases his head past my soaked entrance, only to instantly pull out again. I groan in displeasure, hooking my ankles around his calves, raising my hips to feel his head press against my clit, a surge of pleasure rushing through me as he grinds up, running the underside up my slit.
"I want you to trust me with your body," he says, leaning up on his elbows to look down at me. I chew on my lip, nodding, knotting my fingers through his hair tighter, watching his eyes flutter closed at the contact. When he looks at me again, his eyes drop to my mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick his own before crashing down on mine, consuming me more than ever before.
With Tobias' lips glued to mine, I roll my hips up, feeling the tip of his length push through my dripping sex once more. The tingling sensation runs up my spine, and I want more,somuch more.
"Wait," Tobias breathes, pulling away from me, his hands on each side of my head, still slightly inside. "How many glasses of wine did you drink?"
I've honestly lost count of the number of times we've gotten close to actually having sex, only to be interrupted. Tobias may be confusing me more than anyone I've ever come across, but my God, I'm about to kill him. "Two," I reply bluntly, blinking. "Same as you."
I frown at him as he sits back on his heels, leaving me empty once more. "You're sober, right?"
I can't help the annoyed tone in my voice. "Tobias..."
"I just don't want to fuck you when you're drunk," he admits, lifting a shoulder. "Surely you understand that?"
"And shoving your dick in my mouth an hour ago was okay?" I reply, and he tilts his head at me.
I reach up and intertwine my fingers around his neck, my nose nudging his as his eyes close. I place a kiss against his lipsbefore traveling to the skin below his ear. "Relax," I sigh, pulling him to me and wrapping my legs around his waist. "I'm not drunk, Tobias. I want this."
He shivers at my touch. “Say that again.”
“I want this. I want you.”
Tobias' entire control vanishes, his facial features now calm, gentle, as he runs his thumb along my cheekbone, the corner of his lips curling up, dimples denting deep. The once fierce-looking man is now staring into my soul with adoration, making butterflies go wild inside me.
"You're so beautiful, Aria. I have no idea why you’re letting me anywhere near you."
My heart shouldn't be flipping right now, but it is, and I'm blushing, chewing on my inner cheek. "I could say the same to you. You should be worried about me breaking your heart.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Yep. Especially with the way you’re looking at me right now.”
I’m joking, obviously, but his eyes shine through the darkness. “Hmm.”
Humming, he shakes his head and kisses me once again. It's soft, and instead of crushing my mouth, hungrily devouring me, he's passionately claiming my body, making my head sink into the pillow as the underside of his cock rocks against me.
His head pressing to my entrance, he straightens his arms and looks down at me. “You’re sure?”
There’s no cockiness in his voice. No smirking. No boldness that he’s about to fuck my brains out. If anything, he looks worried.
“You’re shaking.”
I slide my hands up his sides as his arms tremble, his breaths rushing out like he’s nervous. “Sorry,” he whispers, closing his eyes and lowering his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to hurtyou. And I…” He stops, annoyed with himself. “I’ve only done this with one person.”
“We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”
He shakes his head. “I want to,” he replies, and my back arches as he slowly enters me. He eases in, inch by inch, until he fills me. Letting out a burst of air, he places kisses on my throat as he slides out to the tip and thrusts back into me, making me whimper and dig my fingers into his back.
Slow and deep, Tobias thrusts into me as his lips crash down on mine. The fullness, the way his hips push me further into the mattress, the feeling of his body covering mine… My breath hitches, and a gasp spills into his mouth from my own.
