She squeals, laughing, her hair spilling over the pillow. I yank her dress up and off, tossing it aside. Her bra’s gone in seconds. Her breasts are full and perfect and begging for my mouth.
I take one into my mouth, sucking, licking, dragging my teeth gently across her nipple. She arches, crying out. I do the same to the other, while my hand slides down, pushing her leggins and panties down and off.
She’s slick. Hot. Desperate.
I drag my fingers through her folds, circle her clit. She whimpers, legs falling open.
I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling against her. She gasps, clutches my shoulders.
"Please," she pants. "Sebastian, I need—"
"I know."
I kiss a path down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, until I’m between her thighs.
She smells like sugar and sex and mine.
I lick a slow stripe through her folds. She shudders. I flick her clit, then suck it, gentle but firm. She sobs my name.
I smile against her. Do it again.
Two fingers back inside. Tongue on her clit. She comes apart hard, crying out, thighs locking around my head, hips bucking off the bed.
I don’t stop until she pushes me away, too sensitive.
Her whole body trembles.
"Oh God," she pants. "Oh my God."
I wipe my mouth, crawl up her body, and line myself up. She’s flushed and dazed and perfect.
I thrust into her in one deep, smooth stroke.
She gasps, nails digging into my back. I don’t stop. I set a brutal rhythm, chasing the edge. She matches me, move for move. The bed rocks. The headboard slams the wall. She cries out, bites my shoulder.
Pain mixes with pleasure. I snap.
"Come with me," I growl, voice raw. I find her clit and rub, fast and tight.
She wails and tightens around me. I follow with a groan, thrusting deep, coming hard.
We fall apart in a tangle of limbs, sweat cooling on our skin.
Eventually, my breathing evens. I roll to my side, dragging her with me. She lays her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. I stroke her hair, kiss the top of her head.
Silence wraps around us, thick and warm.
"You’re dangerous," she whispers.
"Why’s that?"
"Because I could get used to this."
I smile into the dark. "Maybe you should."
Chapter 10
Willa
