He braced himself over her, and she arched up, hating the sudden emptiness. He drew his finger down the length of her arm, before slowly helping her to a sitting position.
Her heart thrummed in her chest as his slowed down the momentum and peeled away all her garments. Before, they had been feeling and touching each other underneath her gown, over her stockings, and through the thin material of her chemise.
But once Sebastian was done with his ministrations, Phoebe was entirely exposed.
She looked at him expectantly. Sebastian rose and without using half the care he had while stripping her garments, he jerked his feet out of his boots, tore off his cravat and shirt, then yanked off his breeches.
When he was entirely naked, she gazed upon his glorious form and sighed deeply. His green eyes searched her face for a hint of hesitance, but there was none.
She was ready for him, had been ready for him for some time now.
“I love you, Phoebe Halshore,” he said as he gently coaxed her to lie back on the bed, then positioned his body so that he hovered right above her.
“I love you, Sebastian Halshore,” she echoed as she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him downward so that his hips touched hers.
And as he kissed her again, he pushed himself into her. It was slow at first, and Phoebe’s hips jumped, as if trying to take more of him. It was as though he was splitting her apart and replacing the space with unbridled pleasure, and Phoebe could only cry out with desire.
He was so large as he positioned himself over her. She laced her fingers through his hair to pull him nearer. Her body writhed as he slid in fully, and she felt every inch of his length. Her insides fluttered around him as Sebastian slowly, tenderly seated himself inside her.
Phoebe lifted her head enough to kiss his throat, suckling at the skin there in a bid to distract herself while she adjusted. Her breaths came out in harsh gaps as Sebastian stilled.
“Yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips to gain more friction. “Please… more.”
He grinned at her as he leaned down to kiss her. He moved his hips, sliding out of her and then right back in. When he sheathed himself back in her, it was with tenderness, reverence.His thrusts were slow, languid, sensual, and she greedily took everything he gave; moans spilling freely from her mouth.
Sebastian moved with purpose, both inside her and around her body. His mouth drifted from her lips to her neck, to her shoulders. He lavished kisses along the underside of her arm as their hips moved in tandem. He slid his hands up her waist and cupped her breasts again, fondling them to the point of sensitivity.
And all the while, Phoebe kept her eyes on her husband as pleasure washed over her in waves, drowning her deliciously in pure desire.
He sped up, his hips meeting hers in hard pounds as he chased his desire within her. As if it was buried so deeply, he had to search for it thoroughly.
Phoebe loved it, craved it, welcomed it, and thought she would never feel truly sated after this.
She would always seek him. She would never be content with remaining empty after feeling how full he made her.
“S-Sebastian,” she gasped. “I am—I am nearing—Oh, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Her words caught and died on her tongue as her husband kept thrusting in her.
Sweat shimmered over his muscles, his powerful shoulders, and dampened the hair at the base of his neck. His own moansspilled into her mouth as he pulled her face up to his, and kissed her deeply.
“Come with me,” he told her.
“Sebastian,” she gasped. “Sebastian—This… It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
He hit a place within her core that had her seeing stars, and Phoebe cried out in pleasure, while Sebastian’s length twitched in response.
“Come,” he ordered. “Find your pleasure with me.”
He slid his fingers through hers, locking her in the same held position but the slide of his skin against hers made her feel closer to him. He thrust harder, several more times, and Phoebe’s back arched in pleasure as she crested that edge.
“Sebastian!” she cried, soaring through desire.
Her moans spilled into the dark room, and she climaxed, only for him to follow her into oblivion.
“Phoebe,” he gasped. “Heavens—Phoebe.”
His seed spilled into her, and they joined in pleasure that broke the night.
When they were both exhausted and finished, Sebastian pulled out and released her hands. His breaths were loud and heavy in the otherwise quiet night. He rolled off her and collapsed next to Phoebe in bed.
