“That’s a long time without having my dick inside of you.” He leaned back against the door, his lips turning up in a smirk that made my knees weak. “I’m in charge tonight?—”
My eyes tore away from him to roll back to view my brain. “Aren’t you always in charge? That’s the whole problem we’ve been having lately.”
He held a finger to his lips, silencing me. “Take your shirt off.”
I didn’t move. I wanted him, yes. But that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy on the overprotective ass.
“Shirt. Off. Now.” His glare sliced into me.
Grumbling, I lifted my arms, pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it to the ground. “Fine. Now take yours off.”
Sebastian shook his head. “Pants,” he cockily used the single word as an order. His eyes flickered to my bare stomach, lingering over my bra, which I knew he would make me take off next.
I stepped out of my pants, adding them to the pile with my shirt. “If you wanted a strip tease, you should have asked me nicely before you pissed me off.”
He watched me from the door, his expression growing more cocky by the second. “Bra, too, love.”
The way he looked at me like I was the most exquisite thing in the world forced my thighs to clench.
Moving my arms to my back, I unhooked the lace, shrugging it off my shoulders and down my arms until it landed on the ground.
Sebastian licked his lips hungrily, then kicked off the door, striding for me. He grabbed me by the waist, whirling me around and splaying a palm on the small of my back.
“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all day,” he groaned, pushing me down.
He ran a hand down my hips, skimming his finger along the edge of my panties. I gasped as he dropped to his knees behind me, then tore the lace undergarment in half.
“What the hell!”
“Shh,” he demanded, pulling the ruined panties off of my skin and throwing them to the side. He trailed kisses from the base off my spine down my ass cheek before rising back to his feet and using one hand to spin me towards him.
“You know, sex doesn’t fix relationship problems,” I gasped, fighting back a moan as he flicked a finger over the sensitive flesh of my nipple.
“No, but it helps. And besides, we don’t have relationship problems. We just aren’t agreeing at the moment,” he whispered, now pinching the nub between his fingers.
“Disagreeing is a problem,” I groaned out, determined not to give in to the feel of his hands on my body.
“We’re going to have an even bigger problem if you don’t get on the bed right now and spread your legs so I can fuck your pretty little pussy.”
All of my words escaped me.
My determination to remain stubborn—completely withdrawn.
All of my senses—gone.
When his words still had me too frozen to move, he picked me up, pushing my back against the wall then dropping to one knee. He supported my entire weight with his arms, steadying me before lowering me down onto his face. He loosened the hold of his hand, instead holding me entirely with his mouth as it settled over my core. His tongue smoothly flicked over my clit, eliciting a head-dropping moan from my chest.
He held me static on his face, and I couldn't so much as squirm between the way his tongue delved inside of me and my back pressed tight to the wall. All I could do was relish in his savage ecstasy and explore the blistering edge of an orgasm.
“Seb,” I whimpered. “You're gonna make me?—”
He ruined my pleasure by throwing me over his shoulder, spanking my ass before he dropped me down onto our mattress.
He lowered himself over me, then crashed his mouth into mine, sucking my lips into a kiss—if you could even call it that. The entanglement and motion of our tongues was too messy to describe as a legitimate kiss.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes so good,” he growled into me, dropping one of his hands between my legs.
I sucked in a gasp when he wasted no time sliding one of his thick fingers inside of me.
