Page 107 of The Obsession
He replies with a grunt as one of his fingers joins his tongue before gently sliding it deep inside me. The movement has me arching my back off the sofa as pleasure radiates through my entire body.
“So fucking tight,” he murmurs.
I’ve been fantasising about having his hands on meagain ever since he brought me to orgasm in the kitchen. I actually thought—or hoped—after that incident we’d turn a corner and something between us would begin to blossom, but I was wrong.
Today at the zoo was the first time since then I got the sense he might want more than friendship. I was hoping that night wasn’t just a one-off, purely an offer of relief and nothing more.
I know I recently walked away from a tumultuous relationship, to say the least, and maybe that’s what’s been holding him back. But I checked out of any feelings I had for Mick months before I left.
Yes, I’m still a little broken inside from what I went through, and I’m not sure that fractured part of me will ever fully heal, but I’m ready for this.
I’m ready for him.
Am I scared that I’m making a mistake? Yes. However, every day I spend with Dom, I seem to fall deeper. He’s definitely a conundrum with a growly persona that would make a grown man cower, but he has a softer side he seems to reserve for his niece … and me.
On the whole, he doesn’t make sense. But I feel safe with him, safer than I’ve ever felt in my life, despite him being an enforcer for the mob. He may hurt people for a living, but I know he’d never hurt me. Don’t ask me how I know that. I just do.
The red flags I saw within days after moving in with Mick are not present with Dominic. He’d probably lose his shit if I ever voiced this out loud, but the way he cares for the people who matter to him … the way he protects them, is a huge green flag I can’t ignore.
He pulls back slightly, releasing a slow gust of air against my exposed clit, and that simple move is almost enough to send me over the edge. I’m so close, but I’mfighting it with every ounce of strength I have. I don’t want his attention on me to end. I crave it.
He walked away from me last time before things could go any further, but I won’t let that happen again. I’m going to return the favour this time, whether he likes it or not.
Dominic brings his mouth back to me with a vengeance as my fingertips desperately try to claw at the short strands of his dark hair, but it’s no use.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, arching my back off the sofa again as my inner thighs tighten around his head in a desperate attempt to anchor him to me.
“Come for me, Em,” he murmurs in a gravelly voice against my sensitive flesh. “Sei tutto ciò che voglio, mia tortina(You’re everything I want, my little cake).I want to feel your cum dripping down my chin.”
I love it when he speaks to me in Italian. I have no idea what he’s saying, but I know it’s something sweet, something meant just for me. I can hear it in the way he says them. One day, I’ll work up the nerve to ask him.
His words have me falling over the edge in mere seconds. I widen my legs and push my pelvis towards his face, gripping his head to keep myself grounded as wave after wave of pleasure ricochets through my body.
When he’s milked every ounce of my earth-shattering orgasm from my body, he slides his tongue down between my slit, lapping me up with a groan. Those growly sounds are so damn sexy.
I relax back into the cushions, trying to catch my breath, which in turn hitches when he moves back to my clit, drawing it between his lips for what I can only presume is round two.
I’m not even sure my body could withstand another one, especially in such quick succession, but I’m not about to stop him from trying.
I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms before, but there’s something about this man that makes me feel it’s possible.
Just the way he looks at me sometimes is enough to undo me. His eyes will linger like he’s taking his time, like he likes what he sees and isn’t in a rush to look away. There’s this quiet intensity in them that makes my stomach flip. Sometimes it’s a soft look with the smallest hint of a smirk, and other times it’s like he’s thinking something he shouldn’t say out loud. Either way, I feel it everywhere.
“Dominic,” I breathe out again as I feel my body climbing to that point of no return. “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God,” I mutter as a string of profanities follow.
The words tumble out of my mouth unfiltered as my mind goes hazy. Everything inside me is spinning while he picks up his pace, each movement making it harder to think straight.
As soon as he adds two fingers, my legs begin to tremble, and I jolt my hips off the sofa.
White light flashes behind my eyes, and everything tightens at once. My mouth falls open to scream his name. “Dom—” but he’s ready for me. His free hand comes up fast, covering my mouth before a sound can slip out, making sure we don’t wake Peach. “Fuck,” I murmur against his hand as he draws back slightly, glancing at me from between my thighs. His mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal, but I’m too far gone to care.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard those words come out of your sweet mouth,” he murmurs, dragging the back of his hand across his lips. His eyes darken as he looks at me. “But I like it.”
He places a soft kiss on each of my inner thighs before straightening his torso. He glances from my face, down to my spread legs, and I nibble on the corner of my bottom lip as I wait for what’s to come next.
Is he going to take me right here, or is he going to lift meinto those big, strong arms of his and carry me to his room? I’m ready for whatever he’s about to give.
The soft look on his face quickly morphs into a frown, “I left a mark on you,” he grumbles, skimming his thumb over a spot on my inner thigh.
