“So greedy,” I murmured as he pressed his nose against my pelvis and relaxed his throat to swallow around me.
My knees nearly buckled from how good it felt.
I grabbed his shoulder to steady myself, feeling his muscles flex under my grip when he pulled back to suck in a deep breath before going right back to it—faster, harder, sloppier. His tongue was relentless, swirling around the head, then flattening along the underside, and tracing the vein that ran the length of me before dipping into my slit.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” I choked out.
I came hard, my whole body jerking as I spilled into his mouth. He sucked me through it, swallowing every drop beforegiving me one last, thorough lick, then popping off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Holy shit,” I said, my breath coming hard and fast.
My legs did give out then, and I slumped down the door until my ass hit the floor. “You’re too good at that.”
He climbed onto my thighs, settling his weight across my lap, his lips swollen and his face flushed. He looked so fucking pleased with himself, I had no choice but to laugh.
He cut me off, crashing his mouth to mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, deep and messy. I could taste the sharp, salty tang of my cum as his tongue slid against mine.
“Your turn,” I murmured against his lips.
He pulled back and muttered, “I … uh … it’s good. I’m good.”
“What?”
His eyes dropped down to his lap, and my gaze followed. The front of his blue dress pants sported a wet patch.
My lips quirked to the side. “You came just from blowing me?”
His cheeks turned red. “I really love sucking your dick.”
I laughed, so fucking happy, and curled forward to kiss him. “And I really love how much you love sucking my dick.”
He ducked his head, laughing quietly, then planted both hands on my chest and pushed himself to his feet. He reached down to pull me up after him.
He headed upstairs, and I followed closely behind, gripping the high, tight globes of his ass and squeezing. “God, I love your hockey butt,” I murmured at the top of the landing, leaning in close and nuzzling my nose against the back of his neck.
He tilted his head to the side, giving me better access to the spot just below his ear that drove him wild when I nibbled at it.
“Come love my hockey butt in the shower?”
“Mmm,” I hummed against his skin. “Now we’re talking.”
CHAPTER 39
I steppedout of the bathroom, steam billowing out from behind me, to see that Sebastian had already climbed under the covers. His back was propped against the headboard, his chest and abs on display, his lower half covered. His reading glasses were on, and a small amber jar was open on the bedside table next to him as he worked the cream into his knuckles.
I stopped and simply watched him, marveling at the quiet domesticity of this moment. This was my reality now. For the rest of my life, this was how my nights would end. I shook my head in wonder.
God, I was a lucky fucking bastard.
I crossed the room and joined him in bed. “Is that the stuff that costs a million dollars an ounce?”
“It’s a hundred and fifty,” he said without looking up from his ministrations. “And it’s per jar, not per ounce.”
“Oh, well. Totally reasonable then,” I snarked.
He looked at me over the rims of his glasses, his gaze heated. “Laugh all you want. But you love these soft hands on your body. Inyourbody.”
I felt my body heat from the tips of my ears to the soles of my feet. I really did love those hands.
