Page 134 of Darkest Obsession

“Hey fighter,” I murmur. “I’m not going to treat you like other guys.”

“Right. You’re going to crawl into my bed and force your dick against my butt.”

Fuck, I wish I could do that now. I have to fight my darker urges with her. I have to be the man I want to be if I ever want to be happy. Our urges don’t matter, it’s what we act on that matters.

“No,” I whisper. “I’m going to fuck your cunt with my tongue until you scream.”

“Thomas…” she says sternly. I don’t care. I want to taste her so badly and there’s no chance in hell of me properly fighting this primal instinct.

I hook my thumbs into her underwear and slowly peel them away from her thighs. Clover leans back against her bed as I expose her mound and her bum. I want to squeeze those gorgeous cheeks, but I have to get her underwear off first before I indulge any of my desires with Clover’s body.

Once she’s naked, Clover gets quiet, nervous and her thighs squeeze together. I kiss the lower part of her stomach again and her grasp on my hair tightens.

“Don’t be nervous,” I whisper. “You look and smell delicious. I can’t wait.”

“For what?”

“To taste you, obviously. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

I kiss my way down her stomach, all the way to the top of her mound.

“I won’t stop until you cum,” I whisper, spreading her lower lips with my fingers and sliding my tongue between Clover’s legs. Holy fuck, she’s wet. Clover’s inner lips are soaked with clear juices and my tongue comes away with her essence. It feels like taking a drug. The rush surges through me and my tongue instinctively flattens along her inner folds.

Clover squirms in my grasp, but I won’t let her move as I slide my tongue over her clit. She whimpers as my tongue touches her hardened button and I roll my tongue in slow circles around it until her nervous thighs part and allow her juices to drip out of her beautiful tightness. My cock wants to explode. I could cum just from licking her and I have to force myself to focus on delivering her pleasure first.

I want her soaked tonight. I can satisfy myself later. Clover Robinson is worth taking it slow. She’s worth assuring myself I can handle myself around her. I push too fast, I’ll hurt her. If I don’t take things slow with her, I’ll ruin everything.

Not with her. I like her enough not to ruin things. I like her enough to risk letting her know how fucking hard I love when I love a woman.

I run my tongue over the length of her inner lips and then return my attention to her clit. Her breathing slows and I sense her getting closer. I hoist one of her thighs over my shoulder and bury my face between her legs to run my tongue over every inch of her wetness. I suck on her lower lips before returning to circle my tongue around her clit. I want her to cum so I kiss her lower lips like I’m making love to her.

Her knees buckle as she moans and I grasp her thighs to pull her closer and wrap my lips around her clit until Clover leans back, pressing her weight into her elbow. She shudders and lets out a moan as her juices gush from between her thighs in an intense climax.

Clover attempts to move her thighs from my shoulder, but I keep her pinned there firmly and move my face away from her wetness, kissing her inner thighs as she squirms.

“How… did you do that?”

“I listened to your body,” I whisper. “That’s all I want to do tonight.”

Clover shudders, but she wriggles away successfully.

“I can’t go further,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You don’t owe me your body, Clover.”

“I know that,” she says, trying her best to be feisty, but soft and calm anyway. “I just find it hard to believe that a really hot guy can do this without expecting anything in return.”

“Is every other man you know a bloody animal?”

“Yes. Obviously.”

“I suppose I am too. That’s why we should take it slow, yeah? If I mean it. If I really care about you… I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”

“You would wait a whole ninety days to have sex with me?”

“I would wait as long as you needed me to wait. I want you, Clover. I really, properly want you.”

Clover gawks at me and I can’t tell if she’s going to say something real or something sassy that covers up her true feelings. She doesn’t have time to formulate a sentence because her phone rings on the bed. We both can’t help but glance over at it.