Sebastian moans my name, his voice ragged, and clutches at my hair, pulling me closer. His hand is still on me, moving with a rhythm that makes it impossible to think.
We’re so tightly pressed together, I can barely breathe.
I’m close, too close. But I want more.
I wanthim.
I want to give him something no one else ever has.
So I pull back.
He looks at me, confused, breathless, flushed.
And then, without a word, I drop to my knees in front of him.
I kneel. For him.
And I don’t look away.
He stares for a heartbeat, eyes wide with surprise.
Then he understands. And he nods.
That’s all I need.
I run my hands over his hips, fingers gliding lower until I’m cupping him through his trousers. The fabric is soft, a fine silk fastened with delicate buttons.
Carefully, reverently, I begin to undo each button. Slowly. Purposefully. Because he’s worth savouring.As soon as the row of buttons has completely opened, I can already see the outline.
The sight steals my breath.
When I finally ease the fabric down, his erection springs free, angry, beautiful, and undeniable.
And I just stare.
He’s exquisite. And, for now, he’s mine.
If only for tonight.
I pause for the briefest moment, doubt flickering in the back of my mind. I’ve never done this before. What if I’m clumsy, unsure?
But instinct quiets everything.
I grip his hips, fingers sinking into bare skin where the lace ends, and even that contact sends a jolt through me.
Sebastian lets out a shaky moan, his hands gripping my shoulders as I lower my mouth to him. I breathe him in, then flick my tongue along the edge of the lace, teasing, tracing the shape of him, letting anticipation linger like electricity on my tongue.
He gasps, my name falling from his lips like a plea.
And that’s when I know.
I can’t wait any longer.
I slide the briefs down with care and take him into my mouth.
All of him.
And in that moment, nothing else in the universe exists.
