He lifts me and carries me to the bed where he flings the blankets and sheet back before laying me down. He doesn't break the kiss through it all, just slides in next to me, making sure not to rest his weight on me.
"You're so god damn beautiful," he whispers, kissing down my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the hard point.
I let out a moan.
"You like that?" he asks.
"Mmm, it feels so good."
"This'll feel better," he tells me, sliding his hand down between my legs and circling my opening with his middle finger.
My breath catches and so does his.
"Damn, Livvy. You're so wet for me," he murmurs, slipping his finger into me, slowly, too slowly.
"Sebastian," I cry, pulling on his arm.
"More?" he asks.
"Yes, more!" I cry out and he thrusts his finger in and out of me harder, adding a second. "Ohmigod!"
"So damn beautiful," he murmurs. "I want to see what you look like when you come."
I reach for his hand, stopping him. "No," I breathe.
"No?" Our gazes lock.
"I don't want to come like that. I want to come with you inside me," I declare. "I want that for our first time."
He rests his forehead against mine for a second, then two, before kissing my lips and reaching for his pants.
I hear the crinkle of the foil wrapper and watch as he rolls the condom on. He turns over to lie on his back and urges me up. I slowly climb over him, straddling his hips.
"I don't want to hurt you so you get to be on top," he tells me, his eyes glazed with desire, want, need.
"Lucky me," I tease.
He holds his cock, slipping the head through my wetness, then positioning himself at my opening.
No words pass between us. We just hold each other's gaze and watch each other as I sink down onto his cock. I moan when the tip is in, then louder as I lift and lower myself, working him deeper.
He lets out a groan when I lean forward a bit, taking him inside at a different angle.
"Livvy, you feel incredible." His hands rest on my hips, not rushing, not slowing me down, just letting me set the pace.
When he's fully seated inside me, I pause.
"Sebastian…" I whisper.
He swallows and nods. "I know."
"This changes everything. There's no going back," I tell him, admitting my fears.
"Baby, there was no going back the minute you told me you're in love with me. I won't let you go," he informs me.
"I don't want you to."
"The move, Livvy. Let me feel you," he says softly as he runs two fingers down my cheek.
