Then he yanked back and kissed a hot trail down my neck, hands squeezing my breasts.
It seemed Sebastian was a breast man. That was fine, because I had more than enough to go around.
“Sebastian,” I breathed, running my hands up and down his torso, feeling his rock-hard abs, which were the result of hard equestrian work. The man had to have a core of steel. I was going to test that out.
We broke apart enough for him to slip his shirt off, then rip me out of my sundress.
As I tossed it away, Sebastian's lips landed on my nipple. I gasped anew, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair. His warm tongue circled first one nipple and then the other with hot kisses and nips that made me groan.
My groan took on a whole new, higher pitch when one warm hand gripped my thigh and moved upward.
“Please,” I moaned. I managed to push my panties down to my thighs before his fingers once again brushed over my pussy. With his other hand, he yanked down hard, and the last of the fabric slid off as fast as if they were on fire.
Sebastian leaned up and captured my mouth with his own again. His fingers found my clit in no time and worked it hard and fast.
I gasped, a sound that was mostly swallowed in his lips. His touch was surer than it had been last time and a bit rougher, and I loved every moment of it. Yanking my mouth away, I stared up at the ceiling, luxuriating in the feel of him working my nub. My own pleasure built quickly—too quickly.
I squirmed. “Sebastian! I want to feel you inside me.”
He peppered kisses against my jaw, his fingers not stopping for one second. “In a moment,” he said. “Patience. Weren’t you the one who wanted to enjoy the ride?”
The son of a bitch has got me there.
I decided to take his advice and clutched him, my hips rolling up into his touch as his fingers played and pleasured me.
He did eventually move down, circling around the very edge of my entrance before thrusting his fingers in and out at a rapid pace that set all of my nerves alight.
I moaned wantonly, so close. And when his mouth fell again to my tits, I could not hold it back anymore. I came hard, moaning out my pleasure in his large, luxurious room.
He fingered me through the last of my waves until I fell back, briefly sated.
The sound of the zipper brought me out of my haze, and I watched with greedy eyes as he pulled down his pants.
Whoa, baby.Why in the world had I thought I’d been satisfied with mere fingers when I could havethatglorious unit inside me? Sebastian was large, hung like a horse, if you excuse the comparison.
He watched me looking on with greedy eyes and smiled. He was hard and flushed and reached down to stroke his erection.
“You like?” he asked.
“I swear to god, Sebastian. If you don't get that thing inside me, you and me—we’re through.”
He barked out a laugh, and I reached up, knocking his hand away to get my fingers on his silky, hard length. My pussy was still wet from the previous playtime, and I knew that I was more than ready for him.
I stroked him, from root to tip, while he kicked off his pants. We were both gloriously naked. I sat back against the head of the bed. “How do you want me?” I asked, deceptively casual, as if I weren’t ready to beg for it.
“All fours. Get on your hands and knees.”
Woo-hoo.I loved that position.
With a smile, I did as I was told. He came up behind me, gripping my ass in both hands. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yeah,” I promised, “I’ve been waiting for this.” I heard the sound of a condom foil rustling and looked back to see him rolling it on. Licking my lips, I spread my legs wider for him.
He returned and pressed close, the head of his cock nudging against my pussy entrance. “You’re so wet. You can't wait to feel my cock, can you?”
“Give it to me, Sebastian!”
I let out a breathless little cry as he breached me, in and in andin. He felt even bigger on the inside than I had thought. I moaned.
