Sebastian’s eyes are hooded. His jaw is tight. All of his muscles bulge. He is magnificent as he continues to thrust into me relentlessly. With my legs together, I feel him even more acutely. It’s intense and building again. The coiling in my belly, the tightening of every muscle. I didn’t think my body could do this again so soon.
My mouth is open. I’m making strangled noises, trying hard to keep as quiet as I can.
“You feel so good,” I tell him, holding his gaze.
I’ve had quick tumbles here and there; it’s mostly been enjoyable for me, but never like this.
I’m close, and he still looks so together. I want to watch him unravel and let go. I need it.
I cup my breasts in my hands, squeezing them, rolling my nipples between my fingers. Squeezing the flesh together.
Something flares in his eyes. He grunts; the restraint he’s been wearing like armor falls away, and what’s left beneath is raw and open and hungry.
Then he takes me hard and fast. Pounding into me, and the goddess help me, but I love it. I love seeing his need. His desperation. The sounds we make echo off the boulders, and I don’t care anymore. Our skin is slick, our breathing rough. I move with him, rising to meet each thrust, and it feels like flying. It feels like the moment I’m at the top of my silks with nothing beneath me but air, and I let go.
I come a second time.
It hits harder than the first. My entire body seizes up, my inner muscles gripping him so tight. My body shakes with it, over and over, waves I can’t control and don’t want to.
He grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck cording. His grip on my thighs tightens. He keeps rolling his hips, his thick member pushing in and out of me until I am all but spent.
Then Sebastian pulls out of me, lowering my legs, which fall open.
I watch, breathless, as he wraps his hand around himself. He’s slick from me, his fist tight, his strokes hard and fast. His stomach muscles lock. His eyes stay on my face.
He’s the most beautiful male I have ever seen. I am transfixed.
His body curves forward. He palms himself tighter, his hand moving up and down in a hard rhythm. His breathing comes in ragged bursts. His movements turn uneven, jerking, losing their rhythm, and then he groans. Low and rough and half-strangled. His seed spills across my belly in hot, wet streaks.
He groans again softly, his hand continuing to work himself. Watching him take his pleasure with his eyes on me is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. The way his body draws tight, the way his expression breaks open, the way he shudders through the last of it with his head bowed and his chest heaving.
He opens his eyes. They find mine, and for a long moment neither of us speaks.
“I’m sorry,” he manages between breaths. “I shouldn’t have done that. I…” He looks down at my stomach, and his face goes warm. “I got carried away…caught in the moment.”
I let out a soft laugh. “It’s fine.”
“It isn’t. I just… I wanted to do the right thing. I didn’t want to be selfish and—”
“Stop.” I reach up and press my fingers to his mouth. “Stop right there. You did the right thing. I don’t have any black bark to stop your seed from taking root. I got just as carried away and didn’t give it any thought. I’m grateful that you did.”
He nods once. His cheeks are a little red. I find his sudden shyness sweet and so unlike him. “I could have been more tactful…had more respect. I got lost in the moment.”
In truth, I like that he did.
“It’s fine, Sebastian. I swear it. I enjoyed it…all of it.” I smile.
He pulls his braies and trews back up and fastens the laces. Then he fetches some moss from a nearby boulder and uses it to carefully clean me off as best as possible. He tosses the moss away.
“See?” I say. “No harm done.”
Then he lies down beside me, his shoulder pressed to mine.
We lie there in silence for a while.
Insects chirp in the scrub beyond the boulders. A cool breeze moves through the rocks, drying the sweat on my skin.
My body is loose and warm. Satisfied in a way it hasn’t been in a very long time. I know that this moment is almost over.
