blind obsession

Spring 2013

Disclaimer: This is an unedited excerpt from Blind Obsession. Wording may change or differ after full edits.


Phillipe traced his fingers down Gemma’s cheek, along her jaw line and then finally slid the back of his fingers down her throat. When he reached the neck of her sweater he slipped a finger inside running it along the curve where it dipped down low, leaving the material to hang loosely between her breasts. Breasts he had to admit he suddenly wanted to see naked.
Gemma ceased talking and was standing so still he could barely tell she was breathing as she let her eyes drop to his mouth. He could tell she was curious, but oh so cautious.
Her eyes couldn’t lie though – they were telling him she wanted to fuck, and she wanted to fuck hard. Well he could accommodate her, Phillipe thought as he slid his hand around behind her neck pulling her forward. She stumbled and placed her hands up on his chest. He could feel her nails as she flexed her fingers for better purchase.
“You want my trust?” he demanded, this time sliding his free hand down between their bodies to cup her sex. He watched her mouth part on a needy moan and instead of answering she nodded.
“I don’t trust journalists.” he told her grinding his palm against her hot covered pussy.
“Then how..”
“Shh Gemma.” he murmured and immediately she complied. “Let’s compromise.”
Her eyes focused on his mouth before they slid shut and she squeezed her thighs around his hand. “Compromise?”
“An exchange of trust.” he explained rubbing the heel of his palm against the fabric directly covering her clit. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask, do you?”
Her green eyes blinked once, and when they opened he noticed her pupils had dilated.
Gemma was aroused, and as Phillipe stood there cupping the back of her neck with his hand while his other was wedged snuggly between strong thighs, she continued to move against him like a cat in heat.

He observed her pulse as it fluttered at the base of her throat before his eyes moved to her moist, pink lips that were now slightly parted. All he could think of was how fucking perfect they would look wrapped around his cock.
Perfect, plump, fuckable lips.
He lowered his mouth to hers and suggested against those very lips, “I think for you to understand this story, you must first become part of it.”
Her breath escaped her on a small gasp and he couldn’t help but bite her quivering bottom lip. She looked close to climax, close to screaming for him. As he released her mouth, she trembled, panting softly as she told him. “I don’t understand what you mean.”