Ivonne's POV
"Tobias?" I called after seconds of him simply staring down at me. I observed the color changes in his irises while he stood unmoving. "Tobias are you oka—"
My question got swallowed up by his lips as they descended on mine. My lids widened in surprise at the contact, my whole body going rigid at the sparks that spread all over my bones.
His hand reached out to grab my chin while his other went to my bare back press my body to his. His fingers snaked upwards on my exposed skin while his thumb rubbed my cheek, the combined sensation prompting me to let out a quiet moan.
I gasped as his tongue met mine, his mouth pressing harder that I gave into the kiss as my insides turned to jelly. Our moved on each other, my eyes shutting as he deepened the kiss.
His fingers on my cheek slid down to my neck, causing a fire in its wake as it traced to my shoulder and peeled off the top of the long-sleeve.
My fingers dived into his hair as his lips dropped to my collarbone and bit lightly, provoking my fingers to grip his curls as my head tilted to the side to grant him more access.
I felt his lips curve upwards while his other palm on my back continued to climb till it reached my left shoulder and tugged on the sleeves.
My hand released his curls to curve around his neck, going lower till his chest where I fiddled with the buttons there, my eyes still shut as I enjoyed the sensation his lips was causing on my shoulder.
Suddenly, is lips detached from mine as he took a step back, his dark lust lust-filled eyes raking my form intensely as if admiring a priceless piece of art.
His chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, his lips curling in a smirk I found so sexy especially with the way his gaze was pinned to my cleavage, his fingers clenching and clenching at his sides as if trying to control himself.
I should have been scared but I wasn't, instead I felt beautiful and special to have put him in such a predicament. The dress was merely hanging to my form at that point as the strings holding it in place was loose.
Slowly, with my stare locked on his, I pulled down the sleeve on one arm before doing same with the other. I grabbed the front of the dress and was about to tug it when his husky voice made me pause.
"I'm trying to control myself here Ivonne," he warned, a bone in his jaw ticking. "So stop and let me gain control over my desire before I ravage you in the most intense way you can ever imagine."
"Tobias," I said his name like a whisper and covered the space between us. In the moment it took him to react to my action, I dragged the dress downward, revealing my small perky boobs to his sight.
"Shit woman," he hissed and clamped his lids shut, the effort he is putting to hold his urges making me smile.
Not the least bit nervous as I thought I'd be I reached my fingers to complete the job I had started by opening all the buttons on his shirt and leaned forward to brush his wide expanse of chest with my lips. "I told you I'm all yours Tobias."
I think that was the assurance or statement he was waiting to hear because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted in the air and carried to the bed where he lowered me on the soft mattress.
He kneeled on the bed in between my legs, his attention solely on me as his blue eyes drifted from my face to my black lace panties which was the only piece of clothing I had on. "So fucking sexy."
I peered up at him, every inch of my skin waiting in anticipation for him to touch me, kiss me and drill me till I was screaming his name.
The attraction I had grown to have for the man was alarming and too strong to resist, more so as he appeared eatable the moment he discarded his chest and unbuckled the belt around his waist, pulling it out of the loophole and throwing it in the direction the shirt had flown to.
He crawled towards me, his lips tracing a line from my abdomen upwards to my cleavage, my neck, jaw and back to my lips which was waiting for his as we engaged in a steamy make out session, our tongues meeting and dancing to a tune of their own.
I moaned into his mouth as his left hand traced from my side to pinch a perky nipple. He bit my bottom lip and sucked on the plump flesh there.
My eyes widened and my back arched as his fingers playing with my nipple wrapped around my breast while his mouth descended on the other, blowing warm air on the pink tip, causing it to be more errect so he could nibble and drink from it.
When his mouth was done with my left breast, it moved to my right, repeating the same action while his hand squeezed and fondled lightly inciting a pulsing feeling to grow between my legs.
As if he sensed it, he began to kiss his way to my abdomen, hands replacing his lips as they played with my breasts, pinching my nipples, rubbing and fondling all at once.
His mouth perked my hip just an inch above the panty line. He raised his head upward in that moment as if seeking my gaze and once he had my brown eyes focused on his, he hooked a finger underneath the lace material and tugged it with force.
The material ripped on my skin, inciting a gasp of surprise from me while he smirked, his eyes holding a promise that urged a shiver of excitement and anticipation to coarse through me.
His hand gripped my knees and slowly spread my legs to his hungry gaze. "All fucking mine."
I could only lay there as he took in the vision before him, his arms circling around my waist and jerked my body close till I felt his hardness through the material of his slacks.
"Fuck Tobias," I whimpered as my hips grinded on his groin of their own accord, in need of his hardness which was pressing into me.
"I want you so bad Ivonne," he blurted with all honesty, eyes gawking down at me, fire blazing in them, heating up every aspect of my body from the lust swirling in their depths.
"Then have me," I whispered, sitting up to graze my knuckles along the hard ridges of his abs, feeling his warmness, my mouth watering as I unhooked the button of his slacks and pulled down the zipper to reveal the bulge in his boxer briefs.
I sensed his eyes on me and that gave me the confidence I craved to go ahead with what I had in mind. Tugging his slacks down, I reached for his briefs when his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
My attention darted from his waist to his face and observed him gradually shake his head from side to side as my stare held a question. "There'll be time for that Ivonne. However now."
I was pushed back roughly on the bed, the blue of his irises becoming a stormy shade as she stood to his feet while I watched and discarded is trousers and briefs in one swift motion.