In response, my body finally relaxed and fully accommodated him. I urged him on with my hips, and slowly, deliberately, he moved inside me, testing... and then a little faster. We settled into a rhythm, and he surprised me by continuing to talk, whispering a string of sentiments. Instructions. Questions. Filthy things.So beautiful. Jesus Christ. Touch me here. Tell me you want this. Does it feel good? Tell me you like me fucking you.
Yes, yes, anddear God, yes.
Everythingfelt good. Every part of me. Every part of him. Pleasure rocketed through me as I listened to his running commentary, reveling in the intimacy of every whispered word.
Delighted by it.
My head fell back against the bed while he continued pinning my arms down, his thrusts quickening. His commentary soon became desperate and clipped. I knew he was on the verge. He knew it, too, and released one of my arms so that he could slip his hand between us and stroke me while he plunged into me with increasing gusto.
A new-to-me experience.
My body went haywire.
“Oh God,” I whispered, and that was all the warning I could give him.
“Not yet,” he said desperately, thrusting faster.
But it was like stopping a moving train. I just couldn’t do it.
Didn’t want to.
My body began shaking as I strained against him. The orgasm crept over me like a mile-high wave of rising pleasure, threatening to obliterate me, him, and possibly the entire solar system. Rightas it was hitting, I opened my eyes to Seb. Every muscle tensed and heaved; his body was a machine, and I was astounded by all of it. By him. By us.
One moment, he was begging me to wait for him. The next, his head was rearing back, eyes squeezed closed, straining. And as the building pleasure crested and exploded inside me, he joined in, his entire body rigid, and we cried out together.
He collapsed on top of me like he’d been shot, murmuring, “Jesus Christ” over and over. I didn’t mind his weight. It was heavy and comforting, like a sexy weighted blanket. I could feel his heartbeat pounding in time with mine, fierce and insistent, and then slowing down.
But Seb became overly concerned about squishing me, and after a few more ragged breaths, he rolled me over along with him until he was on his back. My legs remained wrapped tightly around him to hold him inside me, a losing battle.
“Not yet,” I told him. I wanted to remain connected, that’s all.
But he said, “Give me five minutes.”
“Really?”
“Maybe four.”
I chuckled and finally shifted my hips away from him, letting him slip out. We both groaned, then I laid my head down on his chest and exhaled. Our breathing was still labored, and my head lifted and fell along with his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“Okay does notevenbegin to describe it.” I looked up at him, unable to stop myself from smiling when I saw him grinning down at me with heavily slitted eyes.
“Yeah?”
“One hundred percent yes.”
“Thank God,” he whispered.
“You?”
“Oh, me? Well...” He tucked one arm behind his head. “I can die happy now. There’s nothing more I want from this world.”
I chuckled and sighed, still tingling with pleasure. “I feel like we just accomplished the most important task in the history of humanity and basically just saved the world.”
Seb laughed, and I felt it echo inside his chest. “Damn right we did. We deserve awards.”
“Sex heroes.”
