Time slipped away as I made graphic post after graphic post for SD Ink’s socials. My lids got heavy, my blinks slowly, slowly fading until they simply closed, and sleep overtook me.
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I tried to roll onto my back, but I couldn’t. Something was blocking me. A heavy weight held me down across my waist. I shifted my hips, arching my back. A low growl sounded by my ear and went straight to my core in a rush. I stilled.
I must have fallen asleep last night in Seb’s bed. I thought I even remembered him trying to wake me up, but it felt like a dream, and I fell right back to sleep, enveloped by his soft bed, musky scent, and warm body.
Shit. He was never going to let me live this down.
My eyes rounded as Seb’s hand splayed across my belly under the fabric of my tee. He pressed me into him, my back to his front, and his hard, thick cock twitched on my ass.
My breath quickened as arousal flooded my veins. I rolled my hips again, feeling the friction of his dick behind me. This wasn’t the worst way to wake up, that was for sure.
“You’re playing with fire, little wild,” Seb groaned.
“I like to live dangerously,” I taunted, sleep making my voice sound husky and sultry.
His fingers pressed into my belly, his pinky splayed out so far it was teasing the waistband of my shorts.
“Do you know how many nights I laid in this bed, thinking I’m fucking crazy because all I could smell was you on my sheets.” His teeth grazed the side of my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access.
“Maybe you’re just obsessed with me,” I sassed.
“No maybe about it. I know I’m obsessed with you.” His hand moved lower down my abdomen, his fingers slipping under my sleep shorts. He froze, another deep growl emanating from him. “Are you wearing underwear under these shorts?”
I shook my head, my messy bun bobbing along with me. “Nope.”
I could feel his chest’s rapid movement. He licked a path up my neck as his hand sank further past my waistband.
“Do you want me to stop?” he rasped.
I really didn’t. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but my body was on fire for this man, and my hormones had taken control of my mind. I wanted Sebastian, despite every precaution I’d told myself. They all felt like excuses right now when I had his fingers turning my belly to jelly.
“Did I tell you to stop?” I countered.
He bit my ear, then sucked my lobe into his mouth. “Such a brat,” he said.
One finger swiped between my slit, wetness coating his finger. He dragged it up my pussy, painting my lower lips with my arousal.
“Mmm,” I moaned, rolling my hips again. God, that felt so good. A blink of guilt popped into my mind, like I shouldn’t be doing this, but then he touched me again, and my eyes rolled back. Any misplaced guilt was gone in an instant.
Seb pinched my clit and rubbed small circles around the tight bundle of nerves. With two fingers, he slowly pushed his way into my canal, stretching me open.
“Yes,” I hissed, my head falling back and landing on his pectoral.
“Christ, you’re so tight, Lydia. If this was my cock, I would be stretching you twice as wide.”
I mumbled an incoherent response, chasing the pulse of his fingers with my hips. I had no doubt that Sebastian was big; even his fingers were thick and rough. He picked up speed as the heel of his hand rubbed along my overly sensitive clit. When he curled his fingers upward, I whimpered.
“Shit. Don’t stop.”
“You like this? You like my fingers inside of you, making you feel good?”
“I never said that,” I protested, the moan on my tongue calling me out as a liar.
“Tell me how much you like this, little wild, or I won’t let you come on my hand. And I really want to make you come.” He bit my neck again. My hips bucked wildly as the telltale tingling in my spine started.
Seb slowed his assault on my pussy. Edging could be fun and tantalizing, but that wasn’t what I needed right now. I just wanted him to finish what he started. I needed it, badly.
