I laughed as my body bounced twice on the mattress.
Seb grabbed my foot and dragged me to the edge of the bed, manhandling me. For some reason, I didn’t mind when he did it. I knew that if I wanted him to stop, he would. He was bigger, stronger, more commanding… but he wouldn’t hurt me. Certainly not physically.
He cupped my sex over the thin fabric of my shorts, creating friction that I desperately needed. A few minutes just like this would push me over the edge, but I wanted so much more than a teenage dry-hump session.
I grabbed his hand and slid it under the waistband of my shorts. His fingers made quick work of spreading through my arousal.
“I have spent all fucking day dreaming of your taste in my mouth. Licking it off my fingers wasn’t good enough for me. I need you on my tongue.”
I lifted my hips to allow him to pull off my shorts. After he dropped them on the floor, he kissed a trail up my leg. Stopping at his tattoo, he placed a kiss to the lioness too. His eyes flicked up to meet mine with a possessive sort of pride.
His tongue slicked through my pussy, flicking my clit in a few hard strokes, before he sucked it into his mouth. I nearly screamed with pleasure at the onslaught of sensations. He licked and sucked, licked and sucked until I was writhing. My hips rolled to meet his tongue, desperate for more. For everything.
“Don’t be greedy, Lydia. This is my time.” Seb’s low voice was full of dirty desire. He pressed a hand on my lower abdomen and mercilessly fucked my pussy with his tongue.
“Holy shit. Seb, I’m going to—” I screamed out as white lights flashed in my eyes, and every muscle in my body tensed with my climax. Seb’s tongue licked me clean before he gotto his feet and stood over my limp body. The ink covering his arms danced as his biceps tensed in restraint.
“Move up on the bed.”
I crawled myself backward, Seb following my lead on a prowl. His broad chest was scattered with thin, soft hair. He was so masculine, so dominant. I cupped his erection through his boxers and slipped my hand beneath his waistband. He was so much bigger than I remembered. His thickness made my pussy weep with anticipation.
“Lay back, Lydia.” His eyes simmered with dark desire.
“No. It’s my time now.” I continued to stroke him with one hand as I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine. If he had any issue with my refusal, he didn’t say so while he had his tongue down my throat. He pulled his boxers off without breaking our kiss and kicked them onto the floor.
With a groan, he pulled away from me and lightly pressed me back onto the mattress.
“It is your turn, little wild. Open your mouth.”
My eyes flashed with heat as I obeyed his command. He positioned himself over me and swiped his cock over my lips. The salty, musky taste of his precum was a heady tease. I licked up his shaft and circled my tongue around his tip. A pained groan escaped his lips. I wanted to make him feel so good. But it was more than that. I wanted to own him in a way that made him lose himself to me. I wasn’t in a position of control with his heavy body hovering over my smaller frame, but I could take that control back.
I opened my mouth and let him drag his cock over my tongue a few times before I sealed my lips around him and sucked him hard. His moan of appreciation spurred me on.I bobbed my head over his cock until he pulled out of my mouth.
“Fuck, little wild. I’ve dreamed of this sinful mouth around my dick so many times, and none of that prepared me for the real thing.”
I licked the seam between his balls, swirling my tongue around them with exaggerated slowness. “How many of those times was it just as a means of shutting me up? Do I need to start bitching at you to get you to fuck my face?” I was baiting him, and he loved it.
A sexy smirk pulled at his lips as he eased his cock into my mouth again. My heart rate climbed, and my pussy pulsed with renewed desire, as if she wasn’t trembling just a minute ago with complete satisfaction. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him to the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth so good. I gagged on his thick shaft, coating him in my spit. Seb pulled out, his hand stroking my hair away from my face as he fought to take a breath.
He looked upon me in admiration, and my insides lit up with pride. I hadn’t felt like this in longer than I could remember. This overwhelming need to pleasure my partner, to experience the moment together, to be connected. Without thinking, I surged up and grabbed Seb’s face, bringing my lips to his. It was only as the taste of my own orgasm hit my tongue that I realized he probably tasted himself on me.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I just needed to kiss you.” I wiped his mouth with my thumb, as if that would help get the taste of himself out of his mouth.
He grabbed my finger, holding me still. “What the fuck are you sorry for?”
“No guy wants to taste themselves,” I chuckled awkwardly.
Seb slowly and deliberately claimed my lips. His tongue danced with mine. What started out as leisurely and methodical quickly turned frantic. I wasn’t sure if I was breathing oxygen or just breathing Seb. It was intoxicating.
He sat back and took his straining cock in his fist, stroking himself, his eyes on me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Looking at you,” he said.
“Well, stop looking and fuck me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled.
