I think I did for the next three years until I moved out.
“You okay? You rarely nap,” he asks, concern etched on his face.
“I know, just drained and exhausted, I guess.”
“I can imagine. But it went really well. My team is hopeful, and maybe we will be able to put this whole thing behind us very soon.” He presses his face into my neck and squeezes me tighter. “I moved our reservation until tomorrow. I was going to cancel it, but I know you want to go. I just figured once you weren’t answering my texts that you were asleep and that maybe we had more important things to do tonight,” he says, dragging his tongue up my neck. “Things we should be alone for.”
He grabs something from the bedside table and hands it to me, and my sex immediately gets slick when I realize what it is. “Now? Soberly?” I ask with wide eyes because of all the times we’ve done this, we’ve never been completely sober. Especially Wild, who usually needs a few shots to loosen up.
“We can have a few drinks, but… I think after the day we’ve had, hell, the week we’ve had, we both could use this tonight.”
“Do you think you need to do this in order to fuck me in the ass? Because I’ll do it without you doing this,” I explain. Wild rarely needed any convincing to do something. He was always down for whatever I wanted. But this wasn’t something we did often, and I wanted to make sure he wanted it as well.
“No.” He shrugs. “I enjoy this as much as you do. I like exploring this with you because I trust you more than anyone else in the world.”
I nod in agreement. “I trust you more than anyone else too.”
He kisses me hard, pouring all of his passion and frustration into our kiss. It’s wet and sloppy and aggressive, and when he pulls away, my lips are wet and slippery. “I’m going to go take a shower, and then I’ll be back.”
I pour myself a glass of wine while he’s gone and then a second. I’m pouring my third when he comes down the stairs wearing only a pair of gray briefs that do nothing to hide his erection. His hair is still wet from the shower, and I watch as tiny droplets fall onto his shoulders and slide down his torso. Once he’s closer, I note a droplet trails over his abs before hitting the floor. I was wearing only one of his T-shirts with nothing beneath, and I couldn’t wait for him to discover that fact.
“I poured you a drink,” I tell him, handing him the tumbler filled with his favorite whiskey. He shoots it in one swallow before he sets it down and boxes me against the counter.
“I don’t need that. I just need you.” His hands find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly, and I can hear the tiny catch in his breath when he realizes I’m completely naked underneath. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers before he lifts me onto the island in the kitchen. “I was so proud of you today… I’m always proud of you. But I know today wasn’t easy, and I could tell you were nervous, but you handled everything so well, baby.” He pushes me gently onto my back, and I hiss when the cool marble hits my skin.
“I’d do anything for you.”
I lift my head slightly when I hear the bottle opening, and he takes a swig. A drop slides down his chin and neck, and I sit up and drag my tongue up the trail to lick the stray drop. “You wantsome?” he asks, and I nod, starting to feel the effects of drinking two and a half glasses of wine in twenty minutes.
“Lie back,” he tells me. I oblige, and then he’s hovering over me, his mouth an inch above mine as he lets the amber liquid flow into my mouth. I moan at the flavor, especially when he slides his tongue into my mouth, and I can taste it from there as well. He strokes my tongue with his, letting the flavors linger with each lick against mine. The whiskey makes me even warmer and tingly, and I know it’s only a matter of time before nasty Halle makes her appearance.
“Anywhere else you want to put that?” My words come out light and airy, and his nostrils flare before he slowly tips the bottle over and pours some over my torso. I hold still, so it doesn’t drip down my side before he has a chance to take the body shot.
His tongue drags up my stomach, starting at my belly button, up between the valley of my breasts, before he swirls his tongue around both nipples. I feel the liquid again, this time on my mound, and then his tongue sucking the skin around my pussy to collect all the traces of liquor. He spreads me open, licking me all over from my clit all the way down to the space just above my asshole. His licks are wild and uncontrolled, like he’s hungry for me, and I’m the first thing he’s eaten in weeks. His hands find my thighs, digging his nails into the skin as he tosses my legs over my shoulder and continues to fuck me with his mouth.
“I fucking love your taste,” he groans, and when I hear his breathing pick up, I wonder if he’s touching himself.
“Are you fucking your fist right now?” I moan as my orgasm begins to brew beneath my skin.
“You know I fucking am. Tasting this soft pussy always gets me hard.” I hear him spit, and I feel the extra wetness being spread around my pussy with his tongue. “God, so fucking good,” he moans, like he’s on the edge of his climax.
“Are you close?”
“Fuck yes, and you know when you come, it’s going to set me off. Make that pussy come all over my face, baby. I need it.”
“Oh my God,” I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut. The feeling begins in my toes, and I dig my heels into his back, eliciting the sexiest fucking growl out of him that makes my whole body vibrate.
“Oh, fuck yeah, get there, baby. You’re so close. God, I’m going to fucking come so hard,” he says, and just as he sucks my clit into his mouth, Ilose it. I grip his wet hair harder as my entire climax sucks me under, making it feel like lightning is shooting through me. My whole body tightens at the high before releasing one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had in a while, and I ride that high out against those perfect full lips. He keeps going, fucking me through it when I hear him utter a loud and long “fuuuuuck,” while his mouth is still pressed against me. “Shit, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so fucking good. Oh fuck, YES, such a good fucking girl,” he says through sputtered breaths.
“Sebastian!” I cry out because his tongue is still licking me like he has no intention of stopping, and my pussy is way too sensitive right now. I push his head away from my sex, and when I meet his gaze, his eyes are darker than usual, which only happens when he’s really aroused. His lips are wet, and I can see my orgasm in his beard, making my cunt tingle again, my previous orgasm forgotten and already desperate for another one. Before I can speak or move, he’s yanked me off the counter and has me bent over the couch just as his hand comes down hard on my ass,once, twice, three times,prompting a scream out of me between each smack.
Despite the fact he just came, I can feel his hardness at my entrance, then he’s inside me fucking me harder with every thrust. “Can’t get enough of you,” he says as he drills into mefrom behind. His fingers tighten their grip on my hips as his hard dick rapidly fucks me. His balls slap forward, hitting my sex with every thrust, and I moan at the feeling. I raise my hips higher, and I feel my feet leave the floor, then my ankles are in his hands as he ruts into me.
“You’re going to make me come again,” he groans, and one of his hands leaves my ankle to smack my ass again.
“Wild, fuck, that feels good.” I can feel him so deep in this position, and the thought of him shooting his cum deep inside me pushes me closer to the edge.
“So good taking Daddy’s dick like this,” he praises, and my clit throbs in response. His thrusts grow harder and more erratic, and I can tell he’s chasing his orgasm. “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me come. Oh, fuck yes,” he roars. He expands inside me before he comes long and hard, his dick pulsing with every final thrust.
