I panted beneath Sebastian as he threw away the wallet and tugged the zipper on his jeans down the rest of the way. His eyes locked with mine as he shoved down his jeans and boxers just far enough to release his thick, swollen erection. He was … there was … girthandlength.
Wow.
No wonder he was so confident walking around with that thing in his trousers.
My fingers clawed the duvet beneath me as he rolled on the condom. I let my legs fall open, inviting him to settle between them. He did, bracing his elbows on either side of my head as we kissed.
I moaned into his mouth at the feel of the hard heat nudging into me.
Sebastian tore his mouth from mine again, his features etched with something akin to pain. “Lily …” He clasped my thigh, spreading me wider. “My Lily.”
My heart throbbed at the possessive words and raced as Sebastian pushed into me.
That overwhelming fullness I’d been desperate for shot electric sparks of pleasure down my spine. It ached but in a really delicious way.
“Sebastian,” I breathed out his name, sliding my hands down his arse, pushing his jeans further out of the way so I could curl my fingers into his muscular cheeks.
He grunted, his head bowing into my neck as he pushed up onto his hands and moved his hips.
If everything was out of control before, it turned utterly wild. Forgotten was our friendship, our doubts, the complication of attraction. Everything distilled down to abject need, centered around the hot, fast, hard drive of him inside me. My hips rose in shallow thrusts to meet his, my cries filling his ears as his groans filled mine.
I loved the taut look on his face, the heat burning in his blue-green gaze. The tension inside me tightened, tightened, tightened every time he dragged his cock out and thrust back in. So full. It was everything. It was heaven. Perfect. Coiling bloody ecstasy.
I’d never come with only sex before. Usually, I needed some action on my clit to come.
This was … this was unbelievable.
“I’m close,” I gasped, shocked.
Sebastian pulled my thigh up against his hip, changing the angle of his thrust. “Lily, Lily,” he gasped my name over and over, pleasure suffusing his expression.
The tension inside shattered, lights exploding behind my eyes as I cried out. My orgasm rolled through me, my inner muscles rippling and squeezing around Sebastian. His hips pounded faster against me, falling out of rhythm, and then momentarily stilled before he let out a guttural cry, his grip on my thigh bruising as his hips jerked with the swell and throb of his release.
“Lily!” His eyes rolled as his climax shuddered through him with surprising and impressive lengthiness.
Finally, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. His weight was heavy but warm, and I closed my eyes.
Holy heck.
Our labored breathing filled my bedroom.
My heart pounded against my chest.
Finally, the blood rushing in my ears calmed and I became fully cognizant of our situation.
I was sprawled on my bed with Sebastian between my legs, still inside me. My dress was pushed up around my waist and he was still fully dressed with his jeans halfway down his legs.
It had been frantic.
Unromantic, frantic, needy, animal sex.
And it was the best sex I’d ever had.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SEBASTIAN
As I took off the condom and threw it into Lily’s bedroom wastebasket, she wouldn’t look at me and started pulling her duvet up to cover herself. “We’re doing that again,” I told her, “so I wouldn’t bother covering yourself.”
