Seb reached for the nightstand and pulled out a condom, rolling it down his thick length.
I spread my legs wide as my hand trailed between my thighs. Seb groaned. Pulling my hand away, he leaned his body over mine.
“This is mine tonight.” His cock nudged at my entrance, his eyes alight with heat, before slipping inside.
A moaned pulled from my throat. “That feels so good. You’re so fucking thick.”
Seb pushed his cock in another inch, stretching me wider. He felt even better than I remembered. He pulled out before slowly thrusting back into me. “Yes,” I chanted, the only word my mind could formulate playing on repeat. Seb rocked over me as we joined together. My nail scratched down his back, and I tightened my legs against his waist, pulling him into me as deep as he could. His thrusts hit every spot within me. He pounded into me relentlessly, bringing back memories of our first time together. Before I knew it, my inner muscles tightened around his cock as my whole body tensed, anticipating release.
“I can feel you. Jesus, you feel so fucking good. You goingto come on my cock, Lydia? Come on my cock.”
I didn’t mean to obey his command, but he set my entire body alight with pleasure. His thumb slipped between our bodies, rubbing hard, circular motions against my clit. I shouted his name, needing him closer, needing more.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as my orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed in ecstasy, my head falling back onto the pillow. Seb covered my breast with kisses as I tried to catch my breath. I pulled him to my face. I needed his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply, one hand on my throat while the other worked my breast. With a smug grin on his stupid, sexy face, he pulled back.
Without warning, he flipped me over so I was on my belly, then grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into him. His cock didn’t need any help lining up as he thrust into my center.
Seb gathered my hair from around my shoulders. Wrapping it around his fist, he tugged my head back. Fear coursed through my veins instantly. My heart stopped before beating erratically in my chest, and not in a good way.
“No,” I blurted out. “Not my hair. Not my hair, please.”
Seb stilled. He draped it over my shoulder, looking into my eyes with so much tender concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling away. “We can stop.”
I reached behind me and grabbed his hip, trying to stop him from putting space between us. “No, I never said to stop. Just not my hair, okay? Not my hair.”
“Okay. Okay, I won’t pull your hair. I promise.” He kissed my shoulder blade as he rocked into me gently. I didn’t want gentle though. I didn’t need gentle. I wasn’t fragile. And I wasn’t broken.
I pistoned my hips back into him rolling my hips. Sebgroaned in pained frustration. “I’m trying to be good here, Lydia.”
“Then fuck me good, Seb.”
His brows furrowed, a mask of conflict and care on his face when I looked back at him over my shoulder. I wanted him to see that I was fine. I was okay. I didn’t want this to end. I wasn’t anywhere near ready for this to end.
He reached for my face, tilting my head to better capture my lips again. I breathed my sigh into his mouth as his thrusts picked up speed. The bed squeaked, the headboard thumping against the wall in a rhythmic pounding. A second wave started tingling at the base of my spine. My toes curled, and my hands fisted the comforter beneath me.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Put your hand between your legs and touch yourself,” Seb gritted out. “I need you to get there.”
I did as he said, heightening my pleasure as his thrusts became frantic. His grip on my hips tightened, and I could tell he was close. We raced each other and ourselves to the finish line. His release set off mine, just like that first time.
I had never experienced simultaneous orgasms with anyone else, but with Seb, that seemed to be the way. We were so in sync, like we were made for each other.
I collapsed onto the mattress, Seb rolling over to land beside me. He quickly tied off the condom and put it aside. Lying here, next to him, was almost weirdly comfortable.
He brushed my hair from my face, and I leaned toward him, seeking his lips. He met me with an arrogant smile.
“What’s that smile for?” I griped, but it didn’t stop me from peppering his mouth in kisses.
“Can’t a man feel proud when he gives you the best sex ofyour life?” He grinned.
“Who said that was the best?”
“Tell me it wasn’t, Lydia… I dare you,” he growled.
A laugh burst out of me. As tempting as it was just to get a rise out of him, I couldn’t lie to him. That was, without a doubt, the best sex I had ever had. I pushed him onto his back and threw my leg over him, hauling myself to straddle his waist.
