He holds himself motionless above me, his arms shaking with the effort of staying still.
My body is adjusting, stretching around him, the fullness of it overwhelming. Aside from the initial sting, it doesn’t hurt. On the contrary, every inch of me is singing.
I start moving against him, inviting him to take me like I need to be taken. He makes a soft grunting sound that tells me he needs me just as badly.
He presses his forehead to mine. “We need to be quiet. Anyone passing by could hear us.”
I nod, my hands sliding from his shoulders back to the broad planes of his back. His skin is hot beneath my palms.
Sebastian begins to move, and I have to bite back a deep moan.
He moves so slowly that it borders on cruelty. He draws himself almost all the way out, then eases back in with a roll of his hips that is deliberate and measured. His body is pressedflush to mine, chest to chest, his weight a welcome anchor. His eyes don’t leave my face.
A sound catches in my throat. Something between a sigh and a moan. He swallows it with a kiss that is soft and unhurried, matching the rhythm of his body.
He keeps the pace agonizingly slow. Long, deep strokes that have me writhing beneath him. I’m still so close from what his mouth did to me that every movement sends me spiraling toward the edge again. I can feel it building, that coiling tension low in my belly, winding tighter with each thrust.
I press my heels into the small of his back, urging him deeper, wanting more.
He doesn’t give it to me.
He keeps me there. Right on the precipice. Each gentle thrust brings me to the very brink and holds me. My toes curl against his lower back. My mouth falls open, and no sound comes out because I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
My eyes lose focus. The sky above blurs. Everything narrows to the place where our bodies meet, to the slow, maddening drag of him inside me. My fingers rake down his back, gripping, searching for something to hold on to.
“Sebastian…” His name is nothing more than air. “Please…I can’t…I need…”
He knows. Of course he knows. He’s been watching my face this whole time, reading every twitch and tremor.
He moves faster. Just a touch. A little deeper, too, and the added friction is enough to send me tumbling.
Finally. My fingers dig into him, and my mouth drops open as I come apart.
Everything tightens at once and then releases in a rush that steals my sight. My body locks against his, my thighs grip his sides, my head falls back against the spread of our clothing. The moan that tears from me is louder than it should be, and hecatches it with his mouth, kissing me deep and swallowing the sound before pulling back.
He keeps moving. His eyes stay on mine. The way he watches me, so intent, so focused, as if memorizing every moment of my unraveling…it pulls the release deeper, drags it out until I’m shaking from head to toe with the force of it.
His jaw is tight. His eyes blazing. I feel him holding back. The tension in his arms, in his stomach muscles pressed against mine. He’s right there, too, but he refuses to let go.
He slows as my body softens, his movements becoming gentle, unhurried. Each stroke draws out the last tremors until I’m vibrating beneath him like a plucked bowstring. He presses his lips to my jaw. My neck. The hollow at the base of my throat.
My hair is damp and sticking to my neck…my face. I pant like I just ran from a horde of guards.
Sebastian stops moving. Everything continues to throb. My nerve endings are still vibrating from what just happened. He keeps his weight on his arms; his chest is pressed against mine.
Then he starts moving again.
My eyes fly open. I bite my lip to keep from crying out because it’s almost too much.
He pushes deeper. The new angle sends a shock through me, and a gasp tears from my mouth.
He sits up onto his heels. His hands grip my hips, and he raises my legs, lifting them higher. The shift changes everything. He reaches deeper, filling me in a way that touches something new, something I didn’t know was there.
He thrusts in hard punches that have my breasts jiggling and jerking back and forth with each movement.
“You’re beautiful,” he pushes out, pressing my legs together, putting them over one shoulder.
I lift my arms above my head, placing my hands on the rock face just behind me.
