“Inside me. Fill me up. I want it, I want it. Come in my cunt, baby.”
Sebastian howls before he pushes me back down on the bed. Two smacks land on each cheek before he grabs hold of my ass, lifting me. I let out a guttural moan as his tongue slips between my thighs, licking me from clit to ass, the sound of him sucking at my stickiness loud. Rising over me, his huge body pins me down as he slams all nine inches of his thick cock back inside of me, uttering the most satisfied groan.
“Jesus, this pussy is so greedy for my cum,” he roars as he comes, jerking his hips to slam against me again, again, once more.
“Oh! Yes, yes! I’m coming...oh yes, like that!”
Sebastian grips the back of my neck, hauling me up to hold me to his chest. Sliding his hands to cup my jaw, he yanks my head back, licking his tongue into my mouth. We’re both still coming as we rock against each other. We collapse on the bed in a tangle of trembling limbs.
Locking me to his chest, he stays quiet for a long time. Catching my breath, I try to move, to turn to face him. He won’t let me. He is scared. Holding me almost too tightly, he is whispering against the back of my neck. My name, questions about why I left, where I went, they stream out of him as one long, shaking, diatribe.
“Baby,” I hum, so at ease with our intimacy. There is no pretense, no waiting for the right moment or time to let this happen. It is the right time. We’re most definitely happening. Turning in his arms, I lie facing him as I cradle his face. “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Do I need to fight for you?”
Something soft, warm and new blooms inside of me. Sebastian would fight for me, I see it in his storming eyes. Not just with another man. With whatever might keep us apart. He would put up a fight, and I dare anyone to think they would ever win against this sweet, feral, possessive man.
“No, baby. Well, in a way, I suppose, yes. I have diabetes. It was what killed my mother. What she battled my entire life, and we both hoped I wouldn’t wind up with. Mother loved life, and sweets, and drink, and it blindsided her. We’re big, robust, we just never expected it. I am managing it well,” I offer one bit of good news in this sad news salad.
Sebastian’s eyes grow more intense than ever as he draws me closer. Grabbing my hand, he brings my fingertips to his mouth. I nod as he brushes his lips over the tips, where dozens of pinpricks mar the skin. He kisses each fingertip gently, bringing tears to my eyes.
“I will help manage it. Whatever we need to do, whatever I have to learn to make it easier, I will, Scout. What do you need from me?”
Smiling at him, I push closer, warmed by his immediate acceptance. There is just one thing I want from him. “Just you. I just want you, Sebastian. I was not sneaking out after a hot one-night stand with the sexy lumberjack. I had to get meds, test, all less-than-sexy stuff,” I explain, brushing his dark hair back from his face.
“Wrong. Very wrong, honey. You, being a fighter, is very sexy. I just...I guess I assumed you left because that was it. It was easier to leave than talk about labels or whatever this was. I hated it, but I am not good with this stuff, I guess. I was working up the courage to come to you, Scout. I am just...I was burned before so I think I was a just afraid of getting burned again.”
Bending my head, I kiss him to shut up his rambling. It is very cute, and I will let him ramble all he wants another time. Right now, I just want to kiss him. I want to hold him close and wash away any fears he has of being burned again. I press as close as I can get to him, gasping when he grabs my thigh to hike it over his hip, pressing his jutting cock against me.
There is tension in his body still, something is still bothering him. As much as I want him inside me, as much as I ache for it, we need to talk about this. We might both be bad at relationships, but I think we can get it right together. Pulling back, I gaze up at him for a moment before it clicks.
“We need labels, yes? My growly lumberjack wants to know what we call this?”
“Yes. I need to know.... wait, don’t go,” he mumbles as I untangle myself to rush from the room.
Before I get far, I hear him stomping down the stairs just as I reach the kitchen. Thank goodness I gave myself a brief tour earlier. Laughing as I scramble to find what I am looking for before he gets to me, I shout in triumph. Pulling a thick black marker from a drawer full of pens, papers, and condiments, I rush to him before he can get to wound up.
“Come here, sugar,” I purr, wiggling a finger at him as his huge, naked, beautiful body stands in the kitchen doorway. Hopping on top of the kitchen island, I wait. Like the eager creature he is, he comes close, yanking me all the way to the edge of the island, forcing a laugh out of me.
“What are you up to, honey?” Sebastian asks with a smirk.
“We want labels, yes? Labels work for me,” I tell him, pulling the cap of the marker off with my teeth.
Focusing, I write my name in big, looping letters on his chest. Right over his heart. Pulling back as he laughs, I do it again, this time on his stomach—there I add an arrow pointing right to his goods. Just because he is letting me, I also write my name on his neck, taking time to make it look good. Once the marker dries, I bend to kiss each spot. Pushing at him, I drop to the floor to kneel in front of him. Holding his gaze, I kiss each of the arrows, the big, looping circles of my name, then lower.
“Jesus, you’re pretty on your knees,” he grunts, his rough hands gathering my hair at the nape of my neck. “Open for me, honey. That’s it, just like that,” he hisses, pushing the swollen crown of his cock past my lips.
Knelt on the floor, I suck and lick his thick length, eating up his grunts, the sexy groans he gives me. It makes me feel so good, so powerful to reduce him to that. Before he comes, he pulls out of my mouth, yanking me to my feet. Lifting me with ease, he lies me down on the island. Taking his time, he writes his name beneath each breast, down each thigh, and then above my pussy.
“Mine,” he growls, writing that instead of his name. “All of you, Scout. You belong to me. Say it. I love seeing it on your skin, but you need to say it. I want labels, I want strings, I am tied to you honey.”
“Yes, yours. I am yours. I want labels too. I belong to you,” I swear as I sit up, locking my limbs around him. Reaching between us, I wrap my hand round him to guide him inside of me.
We both moan as he slowly fills me, my brow to his, our lips touching. It is the single most erotic, intimate moment I have ever felt before. I gasp as his hands grab hold of me, lifting me again. We move together, making love without haste, without fear that it is going to end. It can’t end, not when it feels this good, when it feels this right.
Sebastian can label me all he wants because I want his labels, I want those ties, I want it all.
Chapter Seven
