With every ounce of control within me, I tried to focus on the book, only for my head to fall back as his tongue ran up the side of my neck. He was so hard—I could feel it digging into me.
“I’m regretting asking you to put clothes on.” He released my nipple and put his finger into his mouth. “I like it so much better when I can see how your body reacts to me touching you.”
I sucked in a deep gasp of air when he pulled his finger out of his lips and dropped his hand under the covers to rub my clit.
“Is this what you did to yourself while we were broken up?” he whispered into my ear. “Or this?” He moved his hand down lower, slipping one finger inside of me.
I whimpered into his neck, unable to form a legitimate answer.
The thickness of his finger flicked inside of me. “Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I forced out, already bordering breathless.
His free arm held me still as he fucked me with his finger, bending and extending it in sequence with my breathy moans. “So wet already,” he growled slowly into my ear. “Wet and ready for my cock.”
Fucking hell.
Much to my displeasure, he pulled his finger out of me, then used his palm to guide my body into a turn. Facing him, I tore his shirt off then bent forward and pressed my lips to the firm mounds on his abdomen.
He folded his arms behind his head, silent as he watched me run my mouth lower down his torso. When I reached the band of his lounge pants, I pulled my lips free from his skin, but only so I could remove the final barrier between us.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Sebastian warned, his voice already having that guttural rasp it got when he craved my body. “You sure you don’t want to look at the book first?”
“First of all,youstarted this. Second of all, screw the book.”
His cock twitched as I wrapped my hand around it. I ran my thumb over the tip then arched my back before dipping my head down, tasting precum as I took him into my mouth.
Sebastian moaned, the sound only motivating me to take him deeper into my throat. He grabbed the back of my neck, guiding my rhythm as I sucked him, flicking my tongue around the head of his shaft.
“I could come from just watching you,” he breathed.
Just to tweak him, I pulled my head back, his cock slipping out of my lips with apop. “Actually, I think I’m going to go get some dinner before we go any further.”
“The fuck you are,” he growled, putting me on my hands and knees and positioning himself behind me in one fluid motion.
He drove into me, filling and stretching me in the best possible way. I almost came from simply the feeling of him hard inside of me, but I fought my pleasure back, instead rocking my hips back and asking for more.
“I swear, I could fuck you all day long and never get tired of the way my dick feels when it’s inside of you,” he groaned into my ear as he began to thrust.
Leaning back, he dug his fingers into my hips, pulling me flush into him so I took him even deeper. He fucked me like I was what he needed to survive. There was no lenity in his motions, just pure lust—and I loved every damn second of it. I needed this just as much as he did.
“You are mine and only mine. Don’t you ever forget that.” His possessiveness lit a fire inside of me, one I never wanted to burn out.
Just when I started to get close, he pulled out, but only to flip me onto my back. “I want to see your beautiful face when you come around me,” he practically whimpered as he fought back his own desire.
Sebastian wrapped one of his arms around my thigh, pulling my leg up to rest on his shoulder, deepening himself within me. I quite literallyscreamedhis name as his thrusts became faster and harder. My legs involuntarily shook as my muscles tightened around him, my sanity teetering at the edge of my orgasm.
“Come on, love. I want to feel you let go.” His voice was rough and needy, and all I needed to do exactly as he wished. Let go.
He put a rough palm over my mouth, muffling my screams as I cascaded into a trance of pure pleasure. My eyes fell closed and I could feel him pulsing inside of me when he found his own release.
With the cessation of euphoria, he fell to his back beside me, resting his hands on his stomach. “Woah,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
“Woah is right,” I answered breathily from where I laid beside him.
We both laid in complete silence, staring at the ceiling above.
“Give me five minutes, and we can go again,” Sebastian rasped, though his eyes settled closed.
