Obligingly, he moved with her so that her shoulder blades were pressed flat against the stone, and she could feel more supported. Once she was repositioned, Phoebe lifted one of her hands and skimmed it down the length of her body.
Tantalizing, she pressed it low against her abdomen. Sebastian could not stop a low hum from escaping his lips. He was intrigued.
“What do you feel, Phoebe?”
“When we first met,” she began, “you said that your words… the words from the book, might make me feel a low, curling sensation in my stomach… here.”
He could tell that she was pressing gently on the spot because she emitted a soft, pleasurable moan.
“And you feel that now?” he whispered as he lowered his hand and covered hers.
“I feel heat pooling here… it’s coiling… it feels…”
“Yes?” he breathed just before pressing his lips to hers once more. He wanted to hear what she had to say, but more than that he wanted to make her feel the way he did.
Sebastian had spent years playing a role, donning a mask, but with Phoebe, he did not need to hide anything. She was the missing part of his life that he had searched for and now that she was within his reach, he could not stop himself from forming his body to hers and feeling truly and finally complete.
“Sebastian,” she panted when he moved his mouth away from hers and planted soft smooches down the base of her throat.
His lips tripped over the silver necklace, but then, inspired by the slipperiness of the metal, he dropped his mouth lower and kissed her breastbone.
When his tongue darted out and he licked the soft silken fabric near the neckline of her dress, Phoebe squeaked.
“Your tongue?”
“Yes,” he drawled lazily as he used the rough end of it to trace her collar a second time.
“It is… it is tickling me.” Her shoulders shimmied as she tipped her head back and laughed.
“Do you like it?” Slowly, he used the tips of his fingers to peel the collar of her dress off her shoulders.
The fabric slid down willingly, baring her creamy white coloring. The moon skimmed over Phoebe’s soft, supple skin, making those fine shoulders look like a sculpted bit of alabaster.
She did not answer him immediately, perhaps could not, and so he continued whispering as he worked. “Would you prefer that I use my teeth?”
Phoebe gasped as he clamped hold of the front of her dress with his tongue and dragged the fabric downward. He only pulled the material down a slight way, enough to reveal a flimsy bit of her undergarments.
“What about my lips?” Sebastian sank his head into her heaving bosom, nuzzling with his lips, teeth, and tongue so that he could move aside the chemise and seek his coveted prize.
He succeeded in freeing her nipple, one small pink bud, from its confines and instantly, compulsively flicked his tongue over the peak.
“Ah!” Phoebe made a noise that was half-gasp, half-groan of pleasure.
“Do you want more?” he teased as his tongue circled her flesh in lazy circles.
“Yes, oh, Sebastian. Yes!” Her hands were in his hair again, pulling him closer.
There was no space left between them, yet he felt the urgency in her movements. She wanted him there, right with her, experiencing this soaring high, and he would not deny her.
Sebastian lowered his head further and suckled at her nipple. All the while, Phoebe squeaked, squealed, and bucked her hips. Then, as he traced one hand upward and began cupping and massaging her other breast, her breathing changed. It grew shallow and labored.
“That is it, my sweet. Feel it. Allow yourself to have this pleasure.”
Phoebe clutched at him. She pulled on his hair. Her hands scrambled over his shoulders and tore at his jacket. He knew that she was not experiencing a real, true climax, but her body was spasming in the most blissful of ways and for now…that was more than satisfactory.
All at once, Phoebe cried out a string of indistinguishable nonsense words. As she reached her pinnacle of emotions, Sebastian pulled his mouth away from her breast and swooped in once more to capture her lips. He swallowed her soft pants and ecstasy. Then, when her body stopped writhing, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his chest.
His own heart thrummed frantically and even though he could not hear hers, he was sure that her rhythm matched his own.
