His Secret Obsession by Nichole Rose
Chapter Seven
Cyrus
"Ah, hell, Gwen. You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" I rasp, sinking my hands into her wide hips, trying to resist the base urge to toss her on the bed and fuck her raw. Hearing her say she loves me, that she wants to be mine…I'm a weak, weak man. I've been dying in a desert for years without her. The little taste of her I got last night wasn't nearly enough to sate me.
"No," she says, and then I feel her teeth against my earlobe. "I'm trying to seduce you."
"Trust me, angel," I groan, my hands flexing on her hips. "You've been doing that for six years already. All those little shorts and pretty dresses. The red lipstick you wear. That strawberry lotion."
"Want to know a secret?" She nips my earlobe again. "I pick my clothes just to drive you crazy. You look so damn good every time I see you. Being able to look but not touch you drove me crazy. I wanted to torture you back."
"Evil, brilliant, beautiful girl," I breathe, sinking my hand into her mass of hair to pull her head back. Her eyes meet mine, her pupils dilated. Her tongue skates across her bottom lip, and I lose what little composure I have left. Her body collides with mine as I wrap myself around her, taking her mouth at the same time.
I kiss her deep, licking into her mouth to steal her soul as I back her toward the bed. When she's as close as she can get, I lower her, following her down with my lips still on hers. She mewls when I nudge her legs apart and settle between them.
Her sweet little sounds are intoxicating. I kiss her again and again just to hear her mewl and purr like a kitten. I keep one hand tangled in her hair, the other wrapped around her hip. We kiss until her mewls turn to moans and she's panting and writhing beneath me. Every little move she makes presses her closer to me, until there's not a single atom of space between us.
"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this, do you?" I sit back on my haunches long enough to peel her clothes from her. Her nipples are hard in her thin t-shirt, her shorts riding up to expose her thighs. Once her shirt is in the floor, I sweep my fingers across her ribcage and down her abdomen, exploring her soft skin. I'm in awe of her body. Full breasts that spill out the tops of her lace demi-bra. Her trim waist that flares to her wide hips. The roundness of her belly. Her soft, tawny skin. She's a goddess.
I lean down and wrap my lips around her nipple through her bra.
"Oh!" she cries out, arching beneath me.
I bite her before moving to her right breast to pay it the same attention.
"God, look at you, Gwen," I whisper, unhooking her bra and drawing it down her arms. Her nipples are hard little pebbles, darker than the rest of her. Her eyes practically glow, they're so full of happiness. How did I ever look at her and think she hated me?
Those eyes scream the truth. I was just too lost to see it. I'm not lost any longer. This is where I belong. Right here, worshipping this goddess, loving her with every breath. She's mine, my soul, my queen. My obsession.
I wrap my hand gently around her throat and tip her head back to kiss her again. She mewls, letting me know she likes my hand on her throat. I file that tidbit away for another day. I always thought when I finally got her here, I'd be rough and dirty, trying to sate myself. But I don't want to fuck her right now. I need to make love to her. It's a biological imperative at this point.
"I love you," I murmur against her mouth, nibbling on her lips.
"Cyrus," she sighs. "I need you." She slides her hands up my back as if to anchor herself to me. As soon as I feel her hands on my body, little jolts of electricity race through me, setting me on fire. Does she feel it too? Feel me like I do her?
Yeah, she does. I see it in her dazed eyes when I pull back. She feels me.
I kiss her again. This kiss is soft, unhurried. I sink into her lips slowly, tangling my tongue with hers. I don't want to rush this moment for either of us. Last night, we were both in a hurry, desperate to connect. It's different this time.
This is peace, flowing through our veins in unison. For the first time, we're settled, certain. There are no secrets between us any longer, no walls standing like mountains. The past doesn't weight on us, threatening to drag us down and pull us apart. For once, we're free.
I touch her everywhere like I've always wanted to do. I run my fingers across her cheeks and then down her neck and onto her collarbone. Her shoulder. Over her gorgeous tits.
The pulse in her throat flutters beneath her skin. I dip my head and kiss her there, just to feel the way it thrums against my lips. Her strawberry scent is stronger right there, more potent and powerful. She whimpers and moans, pressing closer, closer, as if there's any room left between us.
I still want her closer, until we're one being, sharing the same heart, the same soul. I want her connected to me in every way possible, so she never forgets that she belongs to me, and that I belong to her. Finally. Finally.
I kiss my way down her neck and chest, my breath trembling on my lips as a swell of emotion threatens to overwhelm me. Because I'm here. Because she is. Because nine months at war and the unbearable weight of shame are just…gone. As if they never stained my soul. As if they never haunted my mind. In this moment, I'm more whole than I ever have been.
Because of her.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, playing with it, learning what she likes. Marveling at the taste of her on my tongue. She's sweet cream and sticky molasses. So damn good.
She cries out, arching beneath me as I suck and bite and lick, tormenting her with pleasure long denied. And I marvel again. At how sweet she is beneath me. At how responsive she is to every touch. I trail kisses down her belly, nuzzling my face into it. She's so fucking soft everywhere. I love the roundness of her belly and the silver ring there. I roll it around on my tongue, and then dip into her navel to torment her there too.
"God, Cyrus. You're wrecking me," she moans.
That moan gets louder when I move lower, dragging the top of her shorts down. I run my nose across the top of her mound. Her muscles contract beneath my lips, her entire body responding to me again. It's addictive, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her panties match her lacy bra. I don't rip these from her body. I tug them down her hips, slowly unveiling heaven. She cries out for me, reaching out in supplication. In need. I nip her hipbone, swirling my tongue around the knot. And then do the same to the other.
"Please, Cyrus. Please," she gasps, begging.
"I want to keep you like this all night," I murmur, lifting my gaze to hers. "Until you can't imagine not having me worshipping at your feet."
"Show me," she demands, no longer willing to be denied. "Take what belongs to you, Cyrus."
I run my hands up her thighs, spreading her wider for me. Her thighs are wet with her juices, her cunt glistening with them. Her clit is hard and swollen. She's the sweetest shade of brown, so fucking perfect.
"God, I can't believe all of this is mine," I say, using two fingers to part her lower lips so I can see every part of her from her hard clit to her tight little fuckhole. I feel her silky heat on my fingers. Need wells up from deep in my stomach, rising in intensity until I'm snarling in hunger, salivating over her pussy like a dog.
"Mine," I growl, burying my face between her thighs. She's sweet and salty, the best of both worlds. I lick her again and again. Each taste makes me need more, crave more. I rest the flat of my tongue against her clit and jiggle it back and forth.
"Cyrus!" Her legs cinch closed around me, her back arching off the bed.
I growl her name and flip us over. She cries out, startled.
"Up," I demand, tapping her ass gently. "Sit on my face, angel."
She scrambles to obey. Her quiet sob lets me know she needs it as badly as I do. I help steady her while she positions herself over me. And then I smile, amused at how careful she is, like she thinks she could possibly hurt me. Guess she doesn't know just how much I'm looking forward to feeling her thighs clamped around my head while she's screaming the roof down for me. If I die, I'll die as the happiest motherfucker on the planet.
"Don't be shy, angel. This is your throne now. Ride my face. Take what you need from me."
She lowers herself half an inch.
I wrap my arms around her and yank her down until she's where I want her.
"Christ Almighty, Cyrus, what are you…? Oh my God. Oh my God."
Satisfied, I set to work, flicking her clit with my tongue before I pull her lips into my mouth one and a time and suck on them. I grind her against my face, covering myself in her. She wails my name into the room, and then starts to move. She's shy at first, but within seconds, my girl is riding my face like it's her job.
I take everything she gives me, my dick so hard he's ready to break off. I spread her cheeks apart, opening her up to me even more. She wails again when I thrust my tongue into her. She's so tight around it, I know she's never had more than a finger in her.
I fuck her with it until she breaks, screaming my name. My dick throbs, precum soaking my boxers when my name breaks from her lips and her thighs clamp down around my head. I eat her until her body goes limp and my lungs burn. And I'm still not satisfied. I could do this to her all night.
As soon as her orgasm starts to subside, I pull her clit between my teeth and suck hard.
She screams again, her entire body seizing up on top of me this time. She trembles through it, whimpering my name and rocking her hips back and forth. She begs me to stop and not to stop in the same breath.
I take mercy on her and lift her off me when she stops shaking this time. She's wrecked when I lay her out beside me. Her hair is damp with sweat, her eyes so dilated they're black. Her face is flushed, her tits rising and falling with each panted breath.
I feel like a fucking god, knowing I did this to her.
"Cyrus," she whispers. "Make love to me." She reaches for me, her hand slipping down my abdomen to my jeans. Her fingers close around my erection.
I hiss out a stuttered breath. My stomach muscles contract, more precum spilling into my boxers. My clothes are gone in record time, ripped off and tossed over the side of the bed to join hers. Within minutes, I'm back between her legs, one thick thigh draped over my hip.
I lean down and take her mouth in a deep kiss. "If you don't want me getting you pregnant, you better tell me now, princess. Otherwise, I'll be riding this cunt bare until I plant my kid in you."
"Oh my god," she moans against my lips.
That's all she has to say for me to know she wants it as badly as I do. How many times have I fantasized about it over the years? Imagined her growing with my kid? I know she wants kids. I've heard her before. I've seen her, staring longingly at every baby we pass. She was made to be a mom. I think she knows it too. She isn't afraid to love a child, isn't afraid she'll mess up parenthood. She knows she'll be the mother she never had.
"I want you pregnant with my kids," I murmur, kissing her again. "Make me a daddy, angel."
"Cyrus, oh my god." Her nails scrabble down my back. "Please."
"This is going to hurt," I say, lining myself up at her entrance. "I'm a helluva lot bigger than that sweet little hole of yours. Bite down on my shoulder. I'll take the pain for you." Before she has too much time to think about it or get nervous, I grasp her hips and slowly pull her down on me. Her cunt resists for a moment before the heat of her surrounds the head of my cock and changes my entire world.
"Fuck, Gwen," I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. She's so tight, so hot. There's no way I'm going to last long. Already, the need to cum is overwhelming.
She cries out and wraps her legs around my waist, pushing me in even deeper. I feel her barrier give way and release her hips, digging my fingers into the bed in an attempt to keep myself from slamming into her. My control is gone, annihilated by the feel of her around me. By the way she moves beneath me, almost as if she's riding me. If she's in pain, she doesn't show it. She whines my name once and jerks slightly.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth and grip her plump ass in both hands, using it to slide her down on me until I'm buried to the hilt in her. And then I writhe right alongside her, lost in how good she feels. I knew she would blow my mind, but I didn't know it'd feel this fucking good when she did it.
"Open your eyes, princess. Look at me," I demand, wanting her eyes on me while I'm inside her. I want her to know this isn't a fantasy. This isn't another dream. This is us.
Her eyes flutter open as I use my grip on her to slide her up and down my cock.
"This is us, angel," I say. "This is what we are together. This is what we were always meant to be. We'll argue and fight. I'll piss you off a thousand times, and you'll push my buttons just because you can. But we will never, ever stop being this. I will never stop loving you or stop needing you. I'll protect this with my dying breath."
"Cyrus," she cries, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"I love you, Gwen. Today, tomorrow, a hundred years from now. I'll never stop." I hold her gaze as I make love to her with my words, with my body, with my hands running all over her body. Everything I've wanted to say over the years spills from my lips, said because I can't halt the words. I don't need to think straight to keep her from seeing what I've tried for years to hide. She knows my secrets now.
Until she's sobbing that she loves me, over and over again. Her nails rake down my back as she writhes on my cock. Feeling them in my skin sets off a detonation inside. I lean back on my heels and surge forward until I'm buried to the hilt. And then I pull back to do it all over again. We kiss and love and touch, taking our time. I fuck her hard and then love her slowly, driving us both higher and higher.
Before long, I see the orgasm creeping over her. Her eyes darken, her cries growing louder, her movements more frantic, more desperate. I press my thumb to her clit and angle my hips so my dick drags against her g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes grow wide. She claws my back, her inner walls fluttering.
I growl her name and grip her tighter, thrusting deeper. She arches upward and I lean down, pulling her nipple into my mouth and biting down.
She explodes around me, gripping my dick so hard it's heaven and hell in the same breath. I lift her up and down my cock, pounding into her as her pussy soaks me and she twists and contorts and cries my name, begging for more.
She claws down my back, and I roar her name. I roar it again when I feel them digging into my ass, trying to pull me closer. My muscles lock up, my orgasm ripping through me so ferociously, I can't move. Everything is a rush of sound, a roar of light as I spill inside her. She's at the center of the vortex, blazing like the sun and burning like a star. I don't lose sight of her. Not once.
When I can move again, she's limp beneath me, sprawled out on the bed like a sacrifice. My cum leaks from her little hole, making my dick hard all over again. I swipe it up with my thumb, pushing it back inside her where it belongs. She whimpers, spreading her legs a little wider, letting me know she wants it all inside her too.
I roll so I don't land on top of her and then collapse beside her. She sighs my name and rolls toward me, cuddling up against my chest. She nuzzles her face into me, pressing a soft kiss to my heart. It pounds like a war drum beneath her lips, each beat spelling out her name. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen.
"I love you, Cyrus."
For the first time ever, I know what it is to be complete. It's Gwen in my arms and that sweet voice in my ears, whispering magic into my life. And I know that we finally, finally made it through the storm. We finally made it home.
"From the very beginning, angel," I whisper into her hair.
