He worked my shirt off over my head then, and I returned the favor, tossing both of them on the floor. Our mouths came together again, and we spent long, lazy minutes kissing, his hands moving over my chest, stomach, and sides until I was hard and leaking, a wet spot forming on the front of my sweatpants.
My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans until it popped free. Sebastian stood and hooked his thumbs into the waistband, dragging his clothes down to pool at his feet. I shoved my sweatpants and boxers down my thighs and over my ankles, kicking them off.
Sebastian stepped out of his clothes and let me look my fill as moonlight streamed in through the French doors, illuminating his long, lean muscles. I would never get tired of looking at this man.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
He hummed, and then the couch dipped beneath his weight as he pressed one knee into a cushion, then the other, and settled himself fully onto my lap.
“Can I?—”
“Yes,” I answered, before he could finish his question.
He huffed out a breath of laughter against my throat. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
I tilted my head to the side. "No, but as we previously established, I'd let you do anything to me.”
“I really want to ride you?—”
“Yes. That.”
“Can your knee?—”
I set my hand on his chest and pressed him backward, catching his eyes. “I love you, but I really need you to stop worrying about my knee and let me fuck you already.” I glanced down and reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock.
He kissed me hard, then stretched toward the side table, flipping open the lid of a wooden box I kept there. Originally, I’d bought it to store my remote controls, but after a naked mad dash upstairs to grab some lube, I’d started keeping a small bottle there, too.
He flipped the cap open and drizzled some into my waiting palm before slicking up his fingers and reaching behind himself. I slicked myself up as he worked himself open, watching his brow furrow, his lower lip catch between his teeth.
“You’re staring.”
“I am," I said, moving from my dick to his.
“I like it when you look at me.”
“I know.” On the upstroke, I dragged my thumb over his slit, gathering up the moisture there.
Sebastian pulled his fingers free and rose up onto his knees. He took hold of my aching cock and lined it up with his hole, sinking down in one slow, continuous slide. He held still for a couple of seconds, adjusting, then started moving, his hips rolling over me.
My hands landed on his ass and squeezed, pulling him down harder against me. He took the hint, planting his hands on my shoulders and lifting off me before slamming back down.
“Fuck, yes. Like that.”
He laughed, the sound a little breathless, as he bounced energetically on my cock before stopping to roll his hips over me, grinding our bodies together.
My head dropped back, and I groaned.
“You like that?” He smirked.
“You know I do, you tease.”
I let him lead, watching a flush creep up his throat, the way his eyes stayed on mine even when I could see him fighting the instinct to close them.
“You feel so good,” he told me, his voice rough. “Every time. I don’t know how it’s still so good.”
I pulled him down into a kiss that started out sweet but quickly turned hungry and all-consuming. I gripped his hips, my fingers digging into his flesh, and planted my feet flat on the floor, fucking up into him in short, hard thrusts that made the couch springs squeak in protest.
He broke away with a gasp. “Right there. Just like that.”
