Lydia
“Spread your legs, little wild.” Seb stalked toward me like he was a predator and I was his prey. I did as I was told, opening my center to him and dragging my finger through my lower lips, wiping my wetness over my clit.
I took my bottom lip between my teeth. “Do you want to taste it?” I teased, offering my finger to him. He leaned over me, sucking my finger into his mouth. His eyes were molten, his shirt taut against his straining muscles. I pulled his shirt over his head, admiring his hard body, before I pulled him further onto the couch with me. He covered my body with his, and I could feel his pulse hammering in his chest. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine.
“Hey,” I said softly. I touched my hand to his jaw, wiping my thumb along his cheek.
Concern, or maybe it was pain, lined his tightly shut eyes. “I was so scared when I heard that you were alone with him. That someone who hurt you was back, and I wasn’t here to protect you.”
“I’m okay, baby. You came. You got him to leave. He neverput a finger on me. I promise, I’m okay.” My lips found his. The kiss soft yet hard, chaste yet passionate.
After a little wrangling, I had Seb pulled onto the couch and pushed his back into the seat. I finished what I’d started earlier, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs. His freed dick bobbed with the same tension that coiled his muscles. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked a few times.
His throaty groan made me feel powerful. I threw my leg across his lap, bringing my center to his thick cock, rubbing myself along his shaft.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. Seb pushed his hand into my hair, gripping the roots lightly. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“I need to fuck you bare, Lydia. I need to feel everything, no barrier.”
I lifted myself to line us up, sinking his tip into my channel. “Have you…?”
“Never. No one else was worth the risk. But for you, I’d risk it all.”
I sank down further, relishing in the stretch, the pressure, the feel of him filling me.
Little by little, I took him in until we were flush, joined together as one.
I lifted up and sank back down.
Seb gripped my hips tightly, like he needed to anchor himself, using me as his mooring.
A long, throaty moan was pulled from the depths of my being. It felt like home. Like being with him like this, nothing between us, was exactly the way it was meant to be.
Seb moved us around so that he was lying on the couchinstead of sitting back.
“Get low,” he said. “I don’t want anybody to see you out the window.”
“Why? Because I’m yours?” I rocked my hips back and forth, riding him.
Seb grabbed my neck, pulling me to him for a hard kiss. “Fuck yeah, you are. Do you want to be mine? Forever?”
I threw my head back in a laugh, my bounces never stopping.
“I’m not kidding, Lydia,” he said. He wrapped his arms low around my waist and held me in his arms, thrusting himself deep into me in quick, hard beats. “I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you. I’m not just saying that because I was scared today.”
He released his hold on me, and I picked up our pace. His cock hit every nerve ending inside of me as his words caressed my heart. I whimpered into his neck, dragging my teeth along the column of his throat.
“I’ve felt this way for a while now,” he gritted out. “I didn’t want to say anything and make you feel like you need to feel the same. You don’t. You can go at your own pace. That’s fine. But fuck… I am so in love with you, and I needed to tell you that.” He stroked my face, bringing me to him for another hard kiss. I tangled my tongue with his, exploring his mouth with a fiery need. “You’re it for me, little wild. Whether you feel the same or not, there’s no one else for me. Never will be.”
My heart was racing. I could barely form a coherent word with Seb pounding into me in the most exquisite way. I leaned into him, needing his lips on mine again.
“I just wanted you to know,” Seb whispered. “You don’tneed to say anything back. I don’t expect you to.”
I roamed his eyes, finding nothing but complete sincerity. “I love you too. And not a little. I love you a lot. Like a stupid amount,” I chuckled, ending on a moan that pulled from my throat. “Don’t grin at me like that, with your stupid adorable dimple. I’m already in love with you. Now I have to be smitten too?”
Seb didn’t listen for shit. His grin stretched ear to ear, his dimple more pronounced than ever. I pushed him down into the couch and leaned back, changing the angle of us and feeling him even deeper.
