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“You have. Good. I’ve thought of you.”
He’s pumping steadily into me, and I’m racing toward climax, barely able to keep a rhythm as I fist his cock. I’m too swept up in what he’s saying.
“Are you going to come like this, angel? Riding my fingers?”
Fuck. I might have to rethink my cleaning habits, because Sebastian’s filthy mouth is suddenly all I want, twenty-four seven.
I nod, frantic. I’m so close. “Please don’t stop.”
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you like this? Stripped down and begging? Let me see it. Let me see you come for me.”
My orgasm rolls over me, the breaching of a wave and then slow pulses, like the space between heartbeats.Yes, yes, yes. Sebastian is steady, methodical, stretching the moment until I’m sensitive and tender and wrung out, a blissful puddle in the shape of a person. The aftershocks continue, and I can’t move. It’s too comfortable in his arms, and I want to stave off the fear of what happens next for as long as possible.
As far as stress-relievers go, this scores high. Hundreds of dollars spent on massages in my lifetime—deep tissue, hot stones, therapeutic—and I’ve never left this relaxed. Pour me into a glass and call me half-full, because that orgasm just gave me a new lease on life. I might be able to hear colors now, for all I know.
“Touch yourself,” I rasp. “I want to watch.” His hand is slick, covered in me. It’s easily the most erotic thing I’ve seen. I want to see him get himself off. Want to see both of us coating that gorgeous cock of his.
Tattooed fingers wrap around his cock. “Fuck,” he growls, and it has no right to be as sexy as he is.
Between us, I watch as he fists his cock, my mouth watering.
Sebastian notices. Of course he does.
“Open your mouth.” With a grunt, he slows and stops, thumbing over the reddened head of his cock, collecting the precum before raising it to my lips. “Taste me, beautiful.”
Keeping my gaze locked with his, I suck his thumb into my mouth and moan at the taste of salt and skin. His lashes flutter as he pushes farther into my mouth. I circle it with my tongue, lapping up every drop as he presses in.
I only realize he’s started touching himself again when he groans, deeper than the Mariana Trench, and comes hard, all over his stomach.
It’s easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
The sight of his cum dripping down his hard stomach is extremely compelling.
Belatedly, I become aware of Sebastian slowly caressing my back, the gentle drag of his hand along my spine, the white noise of our deep breaths evening out. Soon, he’ll say something and this moment will break. And then we’ll have to talk about what this means.
A question that’s pretty difficult to answer while my pulse is still skittering.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” He kisses me, and I close my eyes, savoring it. “You’ve gone quiet.”
I nod. “I’m still floating. That was”—explosive—“surprising.”
He pulls back, eyes roaming my face. I want to duck and hide, find a safe corner and think about this. Because what just happened? Is big. Huge. And I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
“It was. Do you want to talk about it?”
Yes.
No.
I have no idea. I can barely feel my legs. How am I supposed to think right now?
“Um… Can we, maybe tomorrow? Is that okay?”
The smell of sex and sweat surrounds us.
Sebastian reaches for his shirt, using it to clean himself off. “Yes, Bee. You should know by now I want to give you what you want, no matter what it is.”
