I'll show you smug,I thought and pushed him up. The couch was only a few steps away. Sebastian sat down, and I followed him, pulling at his belt.
“Need any help with that?” he teased as my fingers fumbled.
“The sooner you get your pants off, the sooner I can ride you,” I complained.
His smile turned into a leer, but he quickly got with the program. We paused only for him to fish a condom from his pants pocket.
His erection was hot in my hand. I crawled back over to straddle him, stroking his cock up and down. Sebastian half closed his eyes, thrusting into my hand.
His erection was so flushed that it had to be painful.Poor baby.I would take care of that soon enough.
I helped him roll on the condom and then climbed on, more than ready for another ride to bring me to orgasm number two.
As I lowered myself on him, he gripped my hips, helping me along.
“You're so large,” I groaned, lowering myself inch by inch.
He smirked up at me. “Not that I'm not glad to hear it, but you've had me a few times already.”
“Yeah, but it feels so good every single time,” I murmured and let out a breathy little sigh when I had taken him down to the root. My inner muscles fluttered and clenched around him. God, he was marvelous.
Sebastian had a strained look on his face—the look of a man who desperately wanted to thrust up, but also wanted to make sure I was comfortable before the real fun began. I dropped a kiss on his lips for his thoughtfulness. Then with a flex of my thighs, I began moving up and down, riding him in earnest.
His fingers tightened around my hips. Sebastian helped lift me up and shove me back down. This particular ride had a bit of a bounce, and I loved every moment of it.
Then Sebastian dipped his head to suck at my tits again. I was lost. With the perfect sensation of his cock hitting deep inside me and the man's teeth scraping ever so lightly at my nipples, I came hard a second time, moaning my ecstasy.
Sebastian was still rock hard, moving up within my lax body. It wouldn't take him long to find his own orgasm.
An idea hit me, and I grinned slyly at him.
“What?” he grunted, seeing the look in my eye.
“You've already had sex in a stable. You really need to get out of your clean-freak comfort zone.”
“The flagstones in that stable are pressure washed on a regular basis,” he argued back, and although I could see that it pained him, he slowed to a stop, eyeing me. “What are you thinking?”
“Ever done anal?”
The speed at which he pulled out of me was all the assurance I needed that he was on board.
It took a few seconds for Sebastian to change the condom. I got into position as he did it, bracing myself on the arm of the couch.
The condom came with a generous amount of lube. My body was already nice and relaxed, thanks to the double orgasm, but Sebastian checked anyway just to make sure I was ready for him.
Then slowly, he entered me.
“You're so tight,” he murmured.
I wiggled my bottom at him. “That's the idea.”
If I was tight, he was large. I had to focus to relax, but once he was in...oh yeah, I had forgotten why I loved it so much. It was a different set of nerves from getting fucked in the pussy.
As he thrust in and out of me—shallow at first and then harder as I proved I could take it—I reached down to stroke my clit.
The double sensation was heaven. Shortly, I began pushing back against him, asking for more. When he gave it to me, I cried out in pure wanton pleasure.
An orgasm crashed over me a third time. Sebastian followed shortly after, ramming me hard in short bursts of frantic need before he let out a low groan. He slumped over me.
