“What happens when it’s over?”
The words spear me. I’ve never thought beyond the fuck with any woman before, yet the idea of ending this, even before it’s started is twisting my gut.
“I don’t know.” My voice is so soft I doubt she can hear me.
“We don’t have to think about it tonight,” she says as she rises to her tiptoes to press a kiss to my mouth. “Tonight I just want to feel, not think.”
“You’re sure?” I ask because I won’t take unless she’s certain.
“My bed or yours?” she whispers.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her hard, pushing her lips apart so I can taste her breath. “Mine. I want to fuck you in my bed.”
We madeit as far as the hallway before I pinned her against the wall, wrapped her wet legs around me and kissed her again.
I want to slide my dick into her warmth but I won’t without a condom.
Instead, I’ve got a hand under her, my fingers trailing over her slick flesh, circling her clit to chase her toward the edge.
She bucks against my touch. “God, this is too much, Sebastian.”
It’s not nearly enough. I haven’t tasted her yet. My dick hasn’t slid between her plump lips and down her throat.
I want to be inside her, pumping my cock into her while I watch her come undone for me.
I slide two thick fingers inside of her and she grips me. It’s so tight that my cock throbs with need.
“Come,” I bite out. “Come so I can fuck you.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders when she flies over the edge into a heated orgasm. Her pussy trembles around my fingers as I press her harder to the wall to keep my knees from buckling.
I watch every move she makes, drinking in the sight of her and the sounds she makes as she climaxes just for me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Tilly
“When’s thelast time you were fucked?”
I look down to where his cheek is resting on my thigh.
He’s been teasing me with the tip of his tongue since he brought me into his bedroom. He put me on the bed, crawled over me and settled between my legs.
“I know the last time you fucked.” I throw my arm over my face. “Wendy, right? Or was it more recently than that?”
“Matilda.” His voice comes out as a low warning. “Don’t.”
I smile to myself as I feel his tongue whip across my swollen clit again. “Don’t ask me questions that you’re not willing to answer yourself.”
That earns me a brush of his teeth over my tender flesh. I squirm to get more. I need more. I came in the hallway, but he’s been torturing me like this for what feels like an hour, although I doubt it’s been more than fifteen minutes.
“You’re so tight.” He licks a finger before he slides it inside of me. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His words send a jolt of need to my core and I clench around him.
“Lick me,” I whimper. “Or fuck me.”
His tongue lashes my clit. “Patience.”
