Obsessed by Bella Maybin Page A

front of him, trying to stretch the little shirt as far down as it would go.
     
    “You can find something to put on in the bedroom,” he said, nodding toward the back.
     
    He looked so sad and tired. I couldn’t help but go to him. I sat on his left and I sensed his posture change.
     
    “Thank you,” I said. “Why did you come for me?”
     
    James shook his head slowly. “Because,” he said, “I chose to get involved with this life, you didn’t. When you got caught up in it, I had a responsibility to help.”
     
    “But you didn’t,” I said. “I never should have been there in the first place. It was my own stupidity. I just...I wanted to see you again after that first time.”
     
    He leaned back in his seat and sighed.
     
    “I didn’t think all of this would happen.” I said.
     
    He put his hand on my bare thigh. I looked to him and our eyes met. Seconds felt like hours as we held each others gaze. The intensity made me recoil the slightest bit.
     
    I watched his lips part, as if to speak, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I attacked his mouth with mine. We met in a warm embrace. He caught me and pushed back. Our tongues danced together as a spark ignited between us.
     
    “James, I…”
     
    He pushed me by my shoulders until I was flat on his couch. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I tried to catch it with my lips. The rough stubble of his chin brushed my neck.
     
    “I want to be inside you,” he growled.
     
    His hands found my bare middle and he touched my flesh. I could feel a wet warmth spread between my legs. “Fill me,” I whispered into his ear.
     
    That invitation was all he needed to turn into a wild man. He ripped the shirt from my body, exposing my bare breasts. He tossed the shredded shirt on the floor. I guided his calloused hand to my curvy chest. He squeezed gently at my breast and pinched my nipple. His tongue stayed in my mouth, moving in and out...teasing me.
     
    “Take me,” I groaned.
     
    We rubbed up against each other. I reached behind him and grabbed at his shirt. I brushed against a cold, metal object with the back of my hand. His pistol clattered to the floor. He nudged it under the couch with his booted foot, then lunged at my neck.
     
    He kissed lightly behind my ear while letting his hands fall further toward my waist. I tried for his shirt again, this time finding the bottom and yanking it up over his head. His chest was muscled and tan. His stomach was flat. The branch of a tree he had tattooed on his left arm wound its way up to his shoulder. A scar creased his shoulder and ended before his neck. It was a memento, no doubt, from some battle long ago.
     
    I liked the way he moved on top of me. His hulking figure played firmly over me without being smothering. He held me down in just the right ways.
     
    His fingers trailed down my belly and found the band of my underwear. He tugged it down off my hips, exposing my soft, pink mound.
     
    “Touch yourself,” he begged. He guided my hand to my wet folds. I caressed myself gently and let my fingertips find my clit. I rubbed it in vigorous little circles while he sucked at my nipple. The slow build was driving me wild.
     
    With both hands, he shoved my knees apart. “Relax your hips,” he said.
     
    I fought the tension in my body and tried to let the orgasm wash over me. His heavy breath in my ear pushed me over the edge. An explosion went off inside of me. My toes curled. I rocked back and squirmed. His hands tightened on my calves. I wanted more.
     
    Sweat formed on the back of my neck and my hands shook, but I was able to reach forward and get a hold of his belt. It was heavy and angry looking. I pulled it free of the loops. He helped me slide his pants down over his rock-hard manhood.
     
    I devoured him with my mouth. His cock slid back and forth between my lips. My tongue went the distance on his impressive length. He rubbed my back with one hand and tangled the fingers of his other in my