Pleasure sparked through my body, all the way to my toes, curling tight as he began to thrust in earnest. His forehead pressed to mine, breath hot against my mouth, soft grunts leaving him as skin slapped against skin.
“Fuck—yes. Like that.”
My neck strained as I arched back, lifting my hips to meet his punishing thrusts. He hit exactly where I needed him, again and again, until my mind went blissfully blank from the feel of him. I didn’t hold back a single sound, knowing how much he loved it—how much heneededit. And it wasn’t a show. He was driving me insane with every thrust, racking pleasure through my entire body.
My hand slid into his hair, keeping him close as I watched him now, trying to hold on to every second of it. This was Sebastian—his body over mine, his cock buried inside me, his shoulders flexing and straining as he moved. He looked down at me, his expression etched with pleasure, yes—but also something softer. Almost reverent.
The realization that this was actually happening—with him—pushed me closer to the edge more than the frantic movement of our bodies ever could. My cock was trapped between us, untouched and slick with precum, straining for friction.
Sebastian’s breathing grew more labored, his chest rising and falling faster, his control clearly fraying. I loved seeing him like this. Loved that I was the only one who could make him give in to his instincts.
I tightened my grip on his hair. “Make me come.”
“Anything for you, my pet.” He tilted his head, bracing himself on one hand as the other slid between us. “Anything.”His lips crashed back onto mine as his hand wrapped around my cock, no patience left in the way he stroked me.
“Fuck—”
My thighs clung to him, heat coiling low in my gut, pressure winding tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. My balls pulled tight, my breath stuttered, everything in me straining toward it—right there?—
“God…” he breathed, awed, like he was watching something sacred happen.
I cupped his face, beard rough beneath my palms, needing him close, needing him with me. “Come with me.”
He nodded against my forehead, breath shaking, thrusts turning messy and frantic. “Fuck—yes?—”
The pressure snapped.
I gasped.
He groaned my name like it hurt, hips jerking hard as he stayed buried deep, his cock throbbing inside me as he came. The sounds he made, the way his body shuddered, the heat flooding through me—it all tipped me over the edge, and I spilled into his hand, pulse after pulse breaking free.
Everything blurred. My head went light, the edges of my vision soft and hazy as I watched him breathe, watched the way he stayed over me, still connected, still holding himself inside like he couldn’t let go yet.
I thought, distantly, how much I would’ve loved it if he’d actually filled me.
Next time.
“I love you,” he whispered against my mouth, voice wrecked, body slowly easing as the aftershocks faded.
I let go of his face and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down with me into the shared heat of the bed. Sebastian pressed a kiss to my throat and stayed there, breathing me in, his weight warm and familiar.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
The haze began to lift, and little things came back into focus—the muted city noise drifting through the window, the rumpled sheets beneath us, the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine. This room. This bed.
Look at us back here.
I traced a slow line over his shoulder, reacquainting myself with the feel of him, letting the silence settle between us.
Sebastian pulled out, slow and careful, disposing of the condom before returning to my side. He pressed soft kisses along my cheek and down my neck, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be.
I smiled, letting myself take it in.
He grabbed something—a shirt maybe—and gently wiped my chest, then his. “Do you want water?” His voice stayed low, as if anything louder might break the moment.
I turned just enough to brush my nose against his cheek. “Don’t leave.”
His arms came around my waist, drawing me closer, fitting us together again. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
