The Perfect Obsession [Preview Chapters]

Chapter 5.

(Warning: Recommended for 17+ due to a mature scene. Please skip unless you want to be a risk taker then go ahead!)

Maddie

His mind argued right from wrong obviously as he stood us up again. "Maddie maybe we should-"

"Essere un uomo," I mocked him in a whisper, pulling along his belt buckle. Be a man. His eyes flared with a gentle hunger and within seconds, I went from standing to faced down in the lavish lavender sheets. I made an attempt to crawl away only to be pulled back, my ass almost slamming against his front from his effortless strength. I let out a shreak before a devilish laugh followed from beyond my suddenly wide grin. I teased him almost instinctively, rubbing the pink satin against him. In response, his hips bucked forward in warning. Quickly, I crawled up again. I felt the bed lower as he prowled between my thighs, pulling my panties down and off in brisk motions. I could feel his heat pool across my back when he leaned forward and roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing my eyes on his. "Why do you insist on testing me, huh?"

In the eyes of danger, I saw excitement. My body tingled from my head to my toes, and my tongue darted across my teeth on its own accord. Every fiber of my being was vibrating with anticipation, hyperaware to his touch. This is what a cat must feel like waiting to pounce on a mouse. Except I won't be doing the pouncing.

"Well, guess what?" I hissed with his warm breath on my neck. I knew he loved this game as much as I did. Maybe even more. "You passed, baby."

One brisk movement later, I was on top, straddling him, gazing at my desire-coated reflection in his pools of dark brown. I often thought of his enticing eye color, as if that were of importance. They were golden rays circling an eclipse, yet his would be sexy in any shade. From them came an honesty, an intensity, a lust for life.. For me.

What he is, what is beautiful about him comes from deep within, and it only intensifies my desire to feel how his lips move in a kiss, how his hands follow the curves of my body. Even with his vulgar words, his arrogant grin, and his deliciously Greek figure, his soul shined through his skin. 

My own thoughts of love shocked me, but it didn't stop my hands from feathering against the bulging of him. I felt his chest rise and fall deeply beneath them. His voice being the only thing to distract me.

"Crawl up," he demanded, his words music to my ears. "Straddle my face."

I tried to contain my eagerness while I did what I was told. His fingers kiss the length of my thighs, all the way to my knees, and then he tugged them in opposite directions, and my legs spread wider for him, lowing my pussy onto his mouth. When I felt his tongue dig into me, my eyes closed and my head fell back lazily. He was slow -- at first -- ryhtmic, gentle; the warmth of his strokes igniting fires in my viens. And suddenly, I was nothing but my body. His hand returned to my hip and at the feeling, my mind told me to grab it and place it onto my breast.

I rocked against him and he began to speed up. With his hands and mouth caressing me, I quivered. Moans filled the room. My body was on such a high, I took no time collecting them to be my own or to acknowledge the slick, thick strands of his hair between my fingers.

The pleasure train made a slight drop off to reality, and I leaned back. Far enough to reach what I wanted to. My hand slid across his stomach and made it's way to the bulge beyond his polyester pants. I rubbed him only seconds before his hand was placed over mine, haulting my movement. He pulled my hand away and when my lips parted in protest his tongue curled in a slick promise, making me gasp. Just when I think he's all out of surprises, he finds a way to surprise me yet again.