“Mm?” He slowed, just a tiny bit, and it was enough to bring her back from the perilous edge she dangled over. She moaned in frustration, and his chuckle reverberated through her. “What do you want, my little minx?”
He was going to make her say it.
Words came slowly, as though through honey, but she managed to say, “I hate you.”
“That wasn’t right.” He circled her entrance again. “Try again.”
“Sebastian.” Now her voice was a whine.
“Your words, Aurelia.”
“I want you inside me.” They broke from her in a rush, and she almost hated that she had voiced her desires in such a brazen way, even if thatwaswhat she wanted.
“There we go.” He kissed her tenderly, right where she needed him the most. “That’s all I needed, my sweet.” And then, as though he had been waiting for her and nothing more, he slid his finger inside her at the same moment he flicked his tongue across her most sensitive place.
She erupted.
Catastrophically, wonderfully, devastatingly.Theclimaxshe’d had against his leg was nothing compared to the pleasure he wrought from her now. She was something entirely new, made of bright light and pleasure and heat, and she soared with the force of her release. Perhaps she said something, perhaps she sobbed, but she recalled nothing but the endless ebb and flow of pleasure, until eventually it faded into a different, sharper, more insistent sensation.
Sebastian, still licking her.
At the very moment it becametoo much, he raised his head, his mouth slick with her juices, and grinned. There was no male satisfaction there, nothing smug and overly pleased with himself—he merely lookedhappy.
Happy that she had climaxed. Happy that it had been good for her. There was nothing more complicated in the matter than that.
She wanted to cry—the emotions in her chest were so big, and as though he sensed it, he rose above her body, still clothed against her nakedness, and took her face in his hands, kissing her gently. She tasted her pleasure on his lips, musky yet sweet, and she tasted something else, as yet unspoken, flowing between them in this place of vulnerability.
She mattered to him. She, her pleasure, it was all one and the same. Now, especially in this moment, she wasimportant.
“Sebastian…” she whispered.
“I know. I know.” He kissed her again, then the tip of her nose, then both cheeks. Then her forehead. Tender, even though she felt the hard rod of his arousal pressed against her. She might have experienced bliss, but he had yet to.
Even so, she felt no urgency in his hands or his kisses.I’m here with you, he seemed to say.
The urge to cry passed, leaving behind it contentment so bone-deep she felt certain she would feel this way for the rest of her life. And, in addition, a rather restless hunger that told her she was far from done.
She had experienced his mouth,yes, but she knew that was not everything.
“Can we…” she murmured, “…can you show me what else there is?”
It was as though her words had summoned magic. One moment, he was lying on her, all but fully clothed; the next, he had stripped his clothes from him in record time and stood before her naked.
And what a sight he was, utterly naked.
Aurelia stared for a long moment, taking him in as deeply as she dared.
He was…
Gorgeous.
There was no other word to describe him. She had seen male bodies before, of course.Of course. Statues and the like. She had even seen their phalluses. But this was entirely different. His was not small in the way of Greek statues, and his body held an altogether different composition. Broader shoulders, thicker through the chest and arms, solid muscle where marble was only smooth lines. There was a raw strength to him, something that made her want to touch, to test the give of flesh over that hardness.
And hisphallus.
She knew that he must have been big; she had felt his arousal against her more than once. But seeing it, it transpired, wasentirelydifferent from feeling it. Here, she could see the different parts that made up the whole—the shaft, the head, theveins down the side. He looked almost painfully hard, and she immediately wondered how on earth he would fit inside her when all she’d taken so far was his finger.
He must have seen the panic on her face, because he came to her then, taking her hand and placing it on his shaft with a nod of encouragement. So she was given leave to explore him, then.
