I play with the pre-cum until he’s writhing beneath me and I’m desperate to taste him. I lean down and lick him like a lollipop.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “Your mouth feels so good. But this is going to be all over before it even starts if you keep doing that.”
He flips us over again until he’s leaning over me. Our eyes connect. “Are you sure, Emma?” he asks, suddenly uncertain. “We don’t need to do this. We can wait if you aren’t ready.”
My hand reaches out and I touch my finger to his mouth, as if to stop his words. “I’m ready. I want this.” No amount of nerves or shyness on my part or some sort of misguided scruples on his are going to stop us.
“I want this too,” he says, and my heart turns over at the reverence in his voice.
He reaches over to the nightstand, rips open a condom and puts it on. I watch him, waiting, wanting.
Then he returns and teases me until I’m writhing for him. I gasp as he slowly pushes, all the while never breaking eye contact.
“You’ve ruined me,” he grates out. “I’ll never be able to get enough of this. Of you.”
We’re connected, whole and completely. It’s in the delicious, decadent fullness of his body in mine. But it’s also in the way my heart fills with warmth. It’s in his eyes that close, just for a second, and reopen with wonder. It’s in the mingling of our breaths.
He starts moving in a powerful rhythm, in and out, coming back to me each time, harder, stronger,closer.
He’s everywhere at once. His hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his other hand on my clit between us, and his dick claiming in the most intimate of possessions.
My eyes drift shut. We’re separate, but one. And God help me because this feeling is everything I’ve missed my entire life.
With deep thrusts, he sets a pace that makes me more desperate than I’ve ever been.
“Fuck, Sebastian, yes,” I moan, rocking up to meet him over and over, not able to get close enough. Needing to be merged on an atomic level.
I’m desperate to make it last, to feel this throbbing bliss forever. But I’m too high, balancing on the edge of shattering. It’s like trying to hold back the tide or the coming of the night.Our movements get wilder, less coordinated, and I’m seconds from crashing around him.
“Give me it all, baby,” Sebastian cries.
The wave of it breaks, flinging me into a place of more pleasure and joy than I’ve ever known, the most brilliant flare of a temporary star. His name is on my lips as he follows me across the high of our joining and onto the other side.
CHAPTER 34
Emma
I always knewI was full of shit.
At the beginning of this little journey into the land of fake engagements and only-one-beds, I decided that I would have the fun without the falling. I thought I could just enjoy things, no overthinking.
Ha. I was delusional.
I had fun. And I fell. Hard. There was never any question of it.
I, Emma Reynolds, have had sex with Sebastian Blake. And, despite what I wanted, it wasn’t the no-feelings type of sex. There were feelings. So, so many of them.
My sated body is lethargic; happy hormones are still firing through it.
But my always-restless mind is fully online with a million questions. He said all these lovely things while we were together. But was it just pillow talk? What did this mean? How does he feel? Is this a one-night thing? A one-Napa-holiday thing? Arewe friends with benefits now? Or more? And finally… will we do this again? Becauseyes, please, I want to.
I know I should be cool. Unbothered. Like a girl who is used to having amazing sex. Who is used to having amazing sex with a mega superstar.
Except, my questions just get louder. And they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Internally, I curse my very un-chill brain.
“Sebastian?” I whisper after more lengthy silence. I’m lying on top of him, and I burrow my head into his chest.
“Hmm?”
