Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Yes.”

Then he’s inside and the door is closed behind him. “I wasn’t sure you’d be awake.”

“That’s why I left the light on,” I say, smiling.

He spreads out next to me on the bed, a sly grin on his face. “So…what do we do?”

I slide down next to him so our faces are even with each other. “I thought you proved pretty well this morning that you knew what you were doing.”

“Well, thank you,” he laughs.

“I’ll tell you what,” I say. “It is still your birthday.”

“Barely.”

I move closer to him, and we’re laying inches apart but still not touching. “You tell me what you want. Even if it is barely your birthday. It’ll be your birthday gift.”

“But you already got me a cake.” He moves closer, too.

“I think sex and cake go hand in hand, don’t you?”

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And then we’re kissing, and he tastes like chocolate. His hand slips around me, pulling my body against his and sliding down to my ass. I feel the moment he discovers I’m not wearing any panties. His whole body stiffens-some parts more than others-and he pulls back to look at me. “You knew I’d come in here?”

“I hoped.”

He kisses me again, rolling over me and pressing me down into the sheets. I love the warm weight of his body, feeling every line of him against me. One hand wanders up to tangle itself in my hair and draw me closer into his kiss. His tongue runs along my bottom lip, and I open for him, the kiss growing fierce. It feels like a delicious battle, both of us warring for control of the kiss and instead both losing ourselves more into each other. We break apart for seconds as he strips off my camisole, and I shove his pants off his hips.

I explore his body with my hands in a way I didn’t this morning, fingering the lines of his ribs and the muscles in his shoulders. I slip a hand between us and tease him, running a finger along his abs, carefully avoiding his cock. His kisses are addictive, and even though I know what comes later, I might be tempted to spend an eternity tangled with him, naked and kissing.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his face back from mine and force him to look at me. “Tell me what you want,” I say, echoing his words from this morning. His eyes are so beautiful, and so expressive. I see the tiny flecks of blue all through the gray, and I watch as they seem to get darker with his thoughts.

Finally, “I want to watch you.”

“What? What do you mean?”

He leans down and presses a kiss to the center of my chest. “This morning, you said that you imagined me. That you fantasized. I want to see what it looked like.”

All the blood rushes to my face and I’m sure I look like the world’s most embarrassed tomato. “So you want-”

“I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see you get off thinking about me.”

I don’t say anything, and my skin is going hot along with all the redness

“Are you embarrassed?”

I clear my throat. “Maybe,” I say softly.

“I think it’s sexy as hell. And if you think I’m not going to fuck you after I watch this, you’re mistaken.”

He retreats to the end of the bed, kneeling back. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, and I watch him, mesmerized. I could just watch him, and even though I’m still embarrassed by the very idea, I suddenly understand why he finds it appealing.

“Stella,” he says, voice rough, “touch yourself.”

I slip my hand down, fingers sliding across my clit because I’m already so wet. It feels good. I try to conjure up one of those old fantasies, the way I imagined he would taste and fuck, but they’re all blocked out by my new memories of the real thing. So I cling to those instead, remembering the way his tongue woke me up this morning. I let the whole encounter roll through my head, slowly, not skipping any of the details.

I circle my clit with my fingers, alternating with rubbing back and forth. I’m so sensitive, I know it won’t take long to get myself off, but I want to make it last for him. So instead, I tease myself. I rub up and down the sides of my pussy, daring to dip my middle finger inside. I squeeze down onto my finger, and it feels good. I imagine what it’s going to feel like when Trevor is inside me again, jammed in every crevice, and I shudder.

I hear Trevor curse, and I look at him. His eyes are glazed, watching me touch myself, watching my face as I fantasize about him. His hand is moving steadily on his cock, and I see the strain in his muscles as he holds himself back from going too fast.

I move my other hand to my pussy, holding myself open for him to see while I move back to my clit. I go slow, circling and flicking and letting my hips squirm if I go too quickly. I feel the pressure building inside me, and I know I won’t be able to tease myself much longer. I remember the way he held me still and fucked my mouth, and I groan. I rub my fingers across my clit, and I catch the rhythm I know my body craves. It doesn’t take long, and soon I’m panting, my body begging for release. My fingers move faster and faster, until I’m not entirely sure I’m in control of them anymore.