Delicate hands found my chest where muscles were rigid and tense from the weeks I’d been away craving and missing her. Instead of worry or fear in her eyes, I was met with a softness in her expression that was sure to loosen the knots all through me. And the moment she whispered, “I missed you,” and reached for my shoulders as she tiptoed—I bent down so that she could kiss me the sweet way that she did, she became my cure in every sense.
She pressed her soft lips against mine rather roughly until I accepted her invitation and the moment she opened her mouth; I swept in and tangled my tongue with hers. Wrapping my arm around her lower back, I pulled her up against me until her feet no longer touched the ground. My witch was a tiny little thing and weighed nothing, so it wasn’t a hard job to control her body for a release if I wanted to. And I wanted to. Most of all, I knew she wanted me too.
I lifted her body up higher. We panted as our mouths separated. She let her straps fall from her shoulders until the dress she wore loosened in the front and revealed her perfect breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked until she cradled my head with her arms and gasped as I walked blindly in search of my room and a bed to fuck the hell out of her with a whole lot of loving involved.
I was determined to tackle both at once.
“Sebastian,” she whispered in that lust-driven voice that had the tip of my cock pulsing and on the verge of bursting.
I laid her down on the bed, pulling the straps the rest of the way off her arms and slid her dress down. She lifted her hips and helped me the rest of the way. The way we worked was slow yet erotic. Undressing her was pleasurable itself. She leaned up and did the same to me, taking the bottom of my shirt with her hands and pulling it up over my head. Both of us could undress each other within a second with our power, but with the whispers in her breaths as she unzipped my pants, I realized how vital it was to take this moment as painfully slow as possible even though I was burning from the inside out.
Sliding my pants down slightly, she slipped her hand down and squeezed me rougher than the slowness I was trying to take with her.Fuck,her grip on me was deliberately unraveling me. I was shuddering after each stroke.Felt so good.I groaned, and her dark brown eyes bounced back and forth between my face and where her hand moved around my painfully rigid dick.Then she leaned up and kissed me, and I let her give and give. I let her mouth have all the control because once she pulled away, it was my turn.
As she pulled back, I came forth, sliding a hand into her hair and using the other to slide under her ass and scooted her further beneath me. She was forced to let go of my cock and grabbed my shoulders as I spread her legs and placed myself between them, towering over her small frame with my much larger one. But somehow we fit so perfectly, like she was made for my loving.
“I missed you, too,” I told her while pinning her legs above her head. While I planned to bottom out inside her and stay there until she passed out or couldn’t handle anymore, I wanted her to know how much I wanted her right here with me. I missed her so fucking bad. It was pure hell coming to her just to get an energy tap and leaving her once again. “Let me be your home. The place yourun to, instead of from.”
With her knees beside her ears, her legs against my shoulders, she leaned up and kissed my forehead showing me just how flexible she was. “You already are,” she answered.
My heart ricocheted in my chest. Slipping my hand between us to make sure she was ready for me, I didn’t waste a second longer. I filled her until her face pinched in pain, then pulled back and did it again. Ecstasy took a hold of me as her body wrapped around me, pulsing and twitching. I wouldn’t last, but we were just getting started.
“Too much?” I whispered as I studied her face for pain. I was buried deep inside her in this position but not all the way yet. Considering how tiny she was, I thought about changing positions so that I didn’t go all caveman and hurt her. My arms were literally shaking, I was holding back so much that I wanted to do to her.
“No,” she breathed out a breathy sigh. “I love it. You’re so deep. My body’s adjusting, go in the rest of the way.” I thought she might be reaching for my ass with her hands, but her arms were too short, so she was scratching at my back instead. It didn’t help that I had her folded up in this position either.
With her permission, I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back into her mercilessly. Her body loosened further as she tilted her head back and whimpered.
Oh, fuck.
She was so beautiful.
I must be hitting her G-spot because her legs stiffened, and her stomach went taut underneath me. Her eyes opened and closed, often finding mine and when they did, the connection we shared intensified and it consumed me. I was practically begging her body to climax as my own release chased me. Her legs slipped from my sweaty shoulders. “Shit, you’re so tight,” was code for I was about to fill her up, and I didn’t want to. Not until I had her tipping over first.
Ladies first, right?
Then, I felt her pulse around me and it was over. “Sebastian,” she moaned my name as her orgasm tore through her and me.
Love you, love you, love you.She chanted in my ear, and I pulled up so that she could drop her legs, then I rolled onto my back and took her with me.
“I love you, too,” I grabbed her neck and whispered in her ear.
She tensed up on me. Our eyes met, and she looked surprised. “I never said I love you.”
I smirked. “Yeah, you did. Over and over actually.”
Those small eyes of hers kept growing wider and wider. “I love you, but I said that inside my head…. Sebastian, that’s what I was thinking.”
Quick, think of something!I thought to myself.
Oh, my God,I could hear Isabella inside my head.I can hear you.
Do you feel that?My semi-erect boner was growing rapidly between her thighs, waiting for round two.
She smiled rather lewdly, if you must know, and it made me the luckiest guy in the world.I’m smiling lewdly?She asked.And you love it like you love me.
“I do,” I told her gently, so she could feel how sincere I was about her. Or hoped.
“How is this possible?” she asked, then she placed her hand on her shoulder blade. “Is it the snails?”
