I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight, but I now find myself sitting on Sebastian’s lap as I grind against him, my tongue trying to taste the deepest parts of his mouth. His hands grip my ass, encouraging the rolling of my hips, and I moan with every hit of friction against my clit. I’m nearly breathless, every part of my body feeling like it’s on fire.
Sebastian breaks the kiss, his grip on my ass tightening as he whispers, “So fucking needy, Lise.”
I bite my lip and nod, incapable of words.
“That’s right, grind yourself against me. Just like that.”
His encouragement is almost too much. I’m on the cusp of my orgasm, my muscles straining and teeth clenching, my toes curling.
“Fuck!You’re so hot, Lise.” His words are barely above a whisper, and they’re the catalyst of my orgasm. I’m not quiet in the least bit, calling his name as my back arches, my chest thrust towards him. I can’t remember the last time I came like this.
As the high of my orgasm dies down, embarrassment instantly washes over me. But before I can pull away, Sebastian grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t, don’t you fucking dare pull away from me after letting me get to experience that, Lise.” He shakes his head slightly. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Don’t you dare feel embarrassed about it.”
The way he’s able to read my thoughts is eerie but comforting at the same time. He stares at me, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement. I nod slowly, and he grins.
“Good girl.”
I’m a fucking puddle. I lean into him, and he nips at my jaw. His hands skate up my sides under my shirt, and I hold my breath, waiting for his hands to find my breasts. They don’t, he keeps his hands on my side, his thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts.
His breath fans over the sensitive skin on my neck, and I’m damn near close to begging for him to touch me. To kiss me again. That orgasm may have been intense, but it’s also left me wanting more of him. To have him touch every part of me.
My hands find the hem of his shirt, slowly dragging it up.
Sebastian pulls back, meeting my eyes. “Are you sure?”
I nod. I’m ready for us to take the next step.
He raises his arms above his head, and I pull his shirt off, dropping it beside me. I eat up the sight of him, the soft tan colour of his skin compared to the pale white of mine as my hand rests on his chest. The cut between each of his abs and the way they flex as my fingers dust over them.
Sebastian plays with the hem of my T-shirt, making no move to try to remove it, so I lift my arms as permission. He takes his time, slowly exposing each new inch of skin. I feel his intake of breath when my breasts are finally exposed, and he fully removes my shirt. He wastes no time taking them in his hands and rolling my nipples with his thumbs, causing me to grind into him.
“A fucking dream,” he murmurs.
I grin, grinding down harder. He tweaks my nipples, pulling a needy whimper from me.
“Do you think I could get you off just like this? Dirty words and playing with these perfect nipples?”
“Yes.Please,” I beg.
He pinches the left between his fingers while he drags his teeth across the skin on the top of my right breast. “So needy for me, Annalise.”
The way my full name rolls off his tongue sends full body shivers through me.
“You’re going to be my good girl and come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to show me just how badly you want to come.”
I bite my lip, shoving my breasts into his hands as I grind down harder. He pulls at both of them before laving them with long licks of his tongue. I’m on the edge, so close to shattering, unsure of how I’m supposed to hold myself up as this next orgasm tears through me.
I’ve never come twice with a man, let alone twice with my pants still on. His teeth scrape across the sensitive bud, and my orgasm tears through me. I grip his shoulders, falling forward as waves of pleasure overtake me.
“Sebastian,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath.
I go limp in his arms as he pulls me close to his chest, placing soft kisses against my cheek and whispering how well I did.
He somehow manages to stand from the couch while holding me and carries me upstairs, placing me gently on the bed.
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