Page 30 of Unhinged Obsession

I lean down to let my lips brush against hers so gently that I have to do it again for good measure, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth. I bite down just enough to make her moan. I slap her ass playfully at the same time, which makes her press closer to me.

I lean in, kissing my little dove’s neck, squeezing the firm globe of her ass. I want her to realize how desperately I need her in so many ways, but right now, this way in particular. That’s one thing about Blair Winthrop that can never be denied by The Society, our parents, or anyone else. She has always been here for me in any capacity I needed. No matter the situation, she’s here with me no matter what.

“How do you want me, little dove?” My voice is nothing but a rasp. I’m surprised I’m cognizant enough to even ask the question. This is both of our first times, and even though I’ve imagined being inside of her a million different ways, I want to make sure this is exactly how she wants.

“I picked the place.” She glances around playfully in the moonlight before cupping the side of my face that shows beneath my lifted mask. “You decide the rest.” And that’s all the go-ahead that I need from my girl.

I cup her breast through this pink dress that feels like silk. When I push up, the strap slides off her shoulder, but I’m careful not to let her dress fall. I will spend the rest of the night with her in my bed, feeling and kissing every inch of her bare skin. But out here, where there could be prying eyes? Her precious body will stay covered.

I feel Blair’s delicate fingers rub down my stomach and I groan, because I know exactly what she’s doing. She fumbles for a moment, but then my dick springs free. I gasp when she wraps her hand around me, sliding slowly up and down. I have to press my hands on the tree above her head to keep from falling to my knees.

“If you keep doing that, baby, I’m not going to make it inside of you,” I tell her, and she lets out the cutest giggle. I can tell that she’s nervous.

“What are you worried about?” I press my hips involuntarily into her hands. I can’t help it. I need more of her. I bring one of my hands down to cup her face, and force her to look up at me. “We can stop. Just tell me what you need, little dove.”

She shakes her head no, and continues to stroke my cock slowly, as if she’s unsure if she’s doing it right. “I don’t want to stop,” she says, and then looks up at me. “It’s just really big.”

Fuck. I press her against the tree and thrust into her soft hand, coming with embarrassingly few strokes.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me and expect me not to immediately come,” I breathe out, pulling the mask up a bit to get more air. She’s still touching me, and I swear it’s like I never come down from the orgasm. I’m getting harder by the second, and the urge to just push inside her wet heat is overtaking me.

I lean down and kiss her roughly, pulling my mask all the way up to the top of my head. I want what I’m about to say to come from me, her best friend, not from an unwitting Saint.

“I love you, little dove. And I don’t know how in control I’m about to be once I’m inside of you.” Her eyes widen, her hand stills, but still stays on my hard cock. “I just needed you to know how much you mean to me, and that this has always been about you for me. I will do anything to keep you safe.”

A soft gasp leaves my girl’s lips as she moves her hand off of my dick and fists my shirt in her hand, pulling me closer. “I love you too, Elijah. I’ve never loved anyone else, and I never will,” she tells me.

Her words hit me straight in my fucking chest, and suddenly I can’t be close enough. I know this will hurt her, but I’m mustering all the control I have left in me to go slow for her sake.

She lets out a breathy laugh, shifting my mask into place, and I move my hand down her back, over her ass and under her dress. I lift her up with ease, because I know that with our height difference, her legs around my waist is the only way this is going to work.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I tell her, and she complies immediately. I hold her with one arm and use my other hand to swipe my fingers over wet pussy, teasing her and giving her enough to make her whimper. I fucking love the sound of Blair Winthrop, the girl who is always composed, coming apart for me. She whines, shifting in my hold, trying to get my fingers to brush the bundle of nerves that so desperately crave my attention. Without warning, I give her exactly what she wants, and if her breathing is any indication, the pleasure overtaking her is too much to handle. “Come on my fingers, little dove. Show me how much you want me to breed your perfect pussy.”

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, and I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything other than how perfect she’s going to feel wrapped around my throbbing cock. “Such a good fucking girl,” I say, pressing her back against the tree and lining my cock up to her opening.

“Always for you, Elijah,” she whispers and then breaks off, reaching up to push my mask up so she can see my face.

I nudge the head of my cock just inside her pussy and make a noise that could only be described as a fucking whimper.

I’m not going to make it.

I push an inch deeper, and I feel her nails digging into the back of my neck. I know I’m hurting her, and that guts me. She whines, but juts her hips toward mine, letting me sink further inside. “Shhh. I know, baby.”

“Just do it. Please. All the way,” she rasps out the words, and the pain of her nails biting into my skin sends a jolt of pleasure to my cock. I obey, because I’ll do anything for this girl.

I lean down and kiss her neck, biting her gently as I thrust all the way inside of her. I feel the resistance and then nothing but wet heat swallowing the length of my dick.

It's a mixture of a groan and a whimper that escapes my mouth. I sound like I’m hanging off a cliff, holding on for dear life, and my muscles are about to give out. Instead, my nerve endings are on overload, and I’m in the most pleasurable nirvana that anyone has ever experienced in their lives. I am absolutely certain of that.

My girl is quivering, so I stay completely still, waiting for her to adjust to the feel of me filling her. “Are you okay, baby?” I murmur because I don’t want her to know how painstaking this is to not be able to fuck her until we’re both sated.

I shift my hips, unable to help myself. The urge to be deeper inside of her claws at every part of me. She cries out again at the feel of us coming together fully. I never want to be anywhere else but inside of my girl. I swear if we make it out of this whole Society bullshit, I’m going to spend all day, every day dragging orgasms out of her.

I grip Blair’s hips too hard, but I want her to feel the bite of my fingers. I want her to remember every single second of this tomorrow when she’s waiting for the Choosing Ceremony to commence. I need her to always remember how much I need and want her. I gasp when she rocks her hips, gripping me so tightly that I know I’m not going to last long when I start moving again.

“Elijah, please. I want more.” I groan when she says my name. I’m fully convinced that she only uses this tone for me. It’s always been that way, the soft inflection that no one else would ever hear fall from her lips unless they were stupid enough to eavesdrop on our private conversations. My little dove knows how much I love the sound of my name on her lips.

Blair’s plea urges me on, and I pull out of her tight heat, only to sink back in. Before I can even let another thought enter my head, we’ve picked up the perfect rhythm between us. I thrust inside of her faster, harder, pulling her down on my rigid cock in a frantic, raw rhythm that I will never experience with anyone else. She’s it for me, it’s her or no one.