I hiss out a breath, rubbing my clit faster, my eyes pinching tight at the fullness, at the sharp intrusion.
“Breathe,” he coos. “Relax.” He rubs a hand up and down my spine. “Let me in.”
I force myself to relax my muscles and he pulls back only to push in again, and this time, a spike of pleasure ripples through me.
“Oh!”
He grins. “That’s it. So fucking good. You feel so fucking good. The way your ass grips me.”
Sweat coats his forehead as he starts to pump in and out of me, holding my cheeks open so he can watch as he sets a slow, even pace. His cock throbs, teasing me as he pumps into me,making sure I feel every delicious inch. Only it isn’t long before I want more, before I want it deeper.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please. It’s starting to feel so good.”
He grunts, his hand gripping my hip, and he does as I ask. He starts to fuck me. Hard. Pounding into my ass at a pace that quickly has me breathless. I continue to rub my clit in earnest, feeling my orgasm rise from within my core. I arch my back and moan as he slides in and out of me, only to pull out suddenly and kneel between my thighs, putting his face right up in my pussy without licking or tasting it. His breath is hot against my wet folds as he moves over me to kiss and nibble at each of my thighs.
“Sebastian!”
He chuckles against me, pushing my hand away so he can suck my clit between his lips. He’s edging me and I both love it and hate it.
“Fuck!” I hiss, my hand gripping the duvet.
He eats me out, tasting me, licking me, swirling his tongue around my entrance and asshole, and then I feel his head pressing back in there. My thighs tense with anticipation as he leans into me and thrusts all the way to the hilt. I suck in a breath, relishing how full he makes me feel. That is until he fucks straight in.
I cry out, my body racked with pleasure as he moves in and out of me with hard, deliberate fucks, our bodies joining in the most intimate way possible. Sebastian’s eyes sear into mine, blazing with desire, the same deep hunger that burns through my blood as he watches himself fuck me in the mirror. Heat builds between us like a bonfire threatening to consume us both.
“Sebastian!” I scream.
“God, Bellamy,” he groans, thrusting harder and faster until my orgasm slams through me, my body convulsing beneath him. He grips me tighter, his own release imminent as hepounds into me and stills, shooting everything he has inside my ass.
It makes me crazy and drives me higher, watching him lose himself like this inside me.
He collapses on top of me, only to immediately roll us so he’s not crushing me, both of us utterly spent. We lie here for a moment, our breaths heavy and labored, aftershocks still rippling through us.
For a moment, I can’t move. Can’t think. Everything is soft and warm and delicious. His hand runs over my hair, and I curl back into him.
“My girl, are you there?”
My eyes stay closed. “Mm. I’m somewhere.”
“I don’t want you too deep in subspace. Are you breathing?” His fingers find my pulse on my wrist, checking me.
“Yes.” I blink and force awareness back in. “I’m leaking you, Your Majesty.”
I feel him smirk against me. “Should I fuck my cum back into you?” His cock thrusts into me.
I moan and then whimper. “No more.”
He chuckles. “Hold still,” he commands and gently slips out, the sensation not the most pleasant. He goes into our en suite bathroom and returns a moment later with a warm towel he uses to clean me up, and then he holds me in his arms and kisses my neck. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?”
“It was amazing. More than I ever expected it could be. I needed that, I think.”
“Me too,” he admits, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
With our hearts still pounding, Sebastian stares at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’ve been thinking about when we go back home,” he begins hesitantly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my back.
“What about it?” I ask, nestling closer to him, seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
“It’s time we start meeting with new nannies for the kids. I know it’s been a difficult subject to approach, especially after…everything,” he says, his voice trailing off as he glances down at me. I know he’s referring to the loss of my father and the strain it put on our family. On me.
