Page 154 of His Darkest Obsession
She yelps when I lift her up so effortlessly as if she weighs nothing and hold her suspended between my body and the slick tiles of the shower wall.
Her moans are getting louder now with each circle I make around her tightening nipple, and she adds her other hand to themix, cradling and fondling my heavy balls while her other hand slowly strokes my cock.
I release her nipple from my mouth, and she whimpers at the sudden absence. Shifting my grip on her thighs, I begin to lift her higher against the shower wall.
She reluctantly releases me and moves her hands to brace against my shoulders. The absence of her touch leaves me momentarily bereft, almost making me wish I could bring her back down.
But not yet. I need to do this first.
I continue lifting her up the wall, my eyes refusing to look away from hers the entire time. Her soft fingers slide through my hair to grip them gently at the roots. Her breathing turns ragged and uneven as understanding dawns in those beautiful hazel eyes.
"You want me to make love to you like you're my wife?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible over the sound of cascading water.
She nods, her wet blue hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. "Yes..."
I kiss my way down her stomach, my lips leaving a trail of heat across her skin as I continue raising her up in my arms. Heat rolls off her body as I hold her steady.
The intoxicating scent of her pussy beckons me lower and lower until I'm exactly where I want to be. I nip gently at her hip bone, relishing in the softness of her skin.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need.
I lick along her thighs, and feel slight bump of the scars that still dot them.
But for the first time, I no longer feel rage.
Instead, I feel this hot sweet pressure to keep her right here with me, to hold her like this, and to show her just what she means to me.
When I finally reach my destination, I lick her from ass to clit in a single long stroke of my tongue before closing my lips around her throbbing clit.
She cries out in response, the sound echoing off the shower walls.
Fingers tighten in my hair. Her body shudders against my powerful arms. Incoherent sounds punch out from her throat as I start to feast.
I devour her with hungry, deliberate strokes of my tongue, savoring every drop of sweetness. Each lick draws a higher pitch from her throat, her moans climbing an invisible scale of pleasure.
Her thighs tremble against my palms as I hold her steady against the shower wall.
"Tolya..." she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down my spine.
The sound of my diminutive on her lips sends another shot of heat straight to my dick, and I slip my tongue past her slippery folds.
She begins rolling her hips against my mouth, setting a rhythm that I match without hesitation. Her body softens and melts into my touch, soft and pliant.
I collect every drop of her essence and swallow it all down, not daring to miss a single drop.
"Yes..." she whimpers, her voice breaking. "Yes... Yes... Yes..."
I open my eyes and look up, needing to see her come undone.
And what I see steals my breath.
Her head is thrown back in pleasure against the wall. Her blue hair with her natural coppery roots plasters over her forehead, her neck, and her chest in wet messy strands. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each breath, nipples hard and quivering with each shudder of pleasure rocking her body.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I double my efforts, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before drawing it between my lips. Her thighs begin to shake more violently against my palms.
"I'm close," she pants, her voice desperate. "So close, Anatoly..."
