She laughs, strong enough that her back arches off the floor. “Normally, I’d say you don’t need anything to add to it, but you’ve earned this.”
I lean down, my lips brushing hers, and she kisses me. It’s a lazy kiss, one of mutual relaxation after intense orgasms. After a few minutes, she deepens it, pressing on my shoulder, encouraging me to roll onto my back, and I do. She straddles me, her deep black hair falling around us as she hovers over me. When she breaks the kiss, she smiles and rises on her knees as she says, “I believe we have a fantasy to live out.”
I groan as she grips my now hard cock in her hand and positions it at her entrance, slowly sliding down until her hips are flush with mine. My hands grip her hips deep enough that she’ll have bruises in the morning. She’s warm and wet and the only place I want to be. She circles her hips in a way that has me losing my mind.
“Fuck,” I groan, and she repeats the movement. She leans back, her hands bracing on my knees, and she moans as I hit a new place at this angle. Her eyes close, and I run my hand up her stomach, slowly finding my way to her breasts, running my thumbs over her hard nipples and massaging the flesh.
The lights from the tree dance across her dewy skin, making her look ethereal. Her hair is so black the lights barely impact it, only shining off the silken strands. Her mouth opens slightly, her breathing increasing as she starts to tighten around me.
“You look so fucking perfect like this, Lise. Riding my cock, taking exactly what you need.” I feel the effect my words have on her, and it only drives me to praise her more. “You’re such a good girl, Lise, using me as your own personal fuck toy. You’re gonna come for me, right? You’re going to soak me.”
She falls forward, planting her hands on my chest as she picks up speed. “God, Sebastian,” she moans.
I grip her chin, pulling her closer and kissing her. I devour her moans of pleasure as I use my free hand to gently pull her nipples and she continues to ride me. As she reaches her orgasm, she nips my lip just hard enough that I feel a little drop of blood. Her eyes squeeze shut as the muscles in her entire body tighten. She’s rigid as wave after wave of her orgasm tear through her, bringing me over the edge with her. I call her name over and over, letting there be no mistake that she’s the one who makes me come like this.
She collapses onto my chest, both of us panting. I run my hand gently over her back, feeling the fresh sweat and knowing I’m covered in it, too. We eventually disentangle ourselves and make it upstairs to the washroom for a shower. We’re both blissed out and boneless after, falling onto the bed for a midday nap.
TWENTY-FOUR
ANNALISE
Sebastian isn’t in bed when I wake up the next morning. I get out of bed, slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank I know will drive him wild, and head downstairs to find him. He’s reading some mystery novel on the couch, wearing my favourite pair of grey sweats and no shirt, a fire burning in the fireplace. I smile to myself as I slowly saunter towards him. He looks up from his book, his eyes taking their time to trail my body. When I’m just a few steps from him, he closes his book and grabs my hand, pulling me onto his lap.
I giggle as his hands find my hips, pulling me close.
“Good morning,” he whispers, his lips finding mine for a soft kiss.
“Good morning,” I whisper back.
He pulls back, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You know what would have made it a better morning?” I ask.
“What?”
“If you were in bed when I woke up. I was looking forward to some amazing morning sex. Once we go back home, I won’t be able to indulge like I do here.”
His eyes fill with heat. “Trust me, baby, I’ll be getting my fill of you back home, too.”
I grind down on his lap, trying to get more of a reaction from him as I lean down and nip his lip. He groans, and I feel him harden beneath me. His right hand moves from my hip to between my legs, pulling the material of my shorts to the side.
“No reason we can’t have a little fun right here,” he says. His finger drags through my slick folds, and he groans. “Already so wet for me.”
I nod, and he slowly presses two fingers inside me. He bends them, finding that spot that has my orgasm building. I immediately reach for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down just enough for his cock to pop free.
“I want you inside me,” I moan.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, licking them clean as I grip his cock and position it at my entrance. I slowly slide down him, the stretch of taking him not as uncomfortable as it was the first few times. I brace myself on his shoulders as I roll my hips, and he pulls the fabric of my tank top down until my breasts pop free. His lips wrap around a nipple, and I moan his name.
I’m completely wrapped in the feeling of Sebastian stretching me and his tongue laving at my nipple that I don’t notice anything changes until I hear, “WHAT IN THE ACTUALFUCKIS HAPPENING?”
My eyes fly open, and I look towards the front door where the sound came from, only for my eyes to clash with my brother’s. He looks like steam is going to start coming out of his ears. I’m in shock, unsure of what to do. Thankfully, Sebastian acts fast and rights my tank top, pulling me close to him.
“Walker, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I came to see you.”
I bury my face in Sebastian’s neck and wave at my brother like an idiot.
