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“Very.”
“Very?”
“Yes. Are you just going to repeat me all night, little mate?” he asks, chuckling lightly. He moves back, dislodging me from his chest, and I frown at him in the dark. “Would you like some help?”
“With?”
“The tension you’re carrying.” His tone drops as his hand rises and cups my cheek. There’s a slight pressure there that has me squeezing my thighs together, rustling the sheets.
I know he knows that I’m turned on.
He can smell it.
He can feel it.
He knows.
“I, um,” I stutter.
“Trust me?” he asks softly. I nod, ever so slightly, but that’s all he seems to need. He pushes me back with one hand, keeping a hold of my head with the other, and settles me into the middle of the bed.
He grabs a hold of my shorts. “May I?”
“Yes.” A breathy whisper, but it was enough.
He tugs my shorts down so gently, his fingers leaving sparks in their wake, but I grab them once they reach my knees, stopping him.
“Phoebe,” I whisper.
“She’s asleep, and I’d hear the moment she even stirred,” he says softly. He lowers his face closer to mine, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “We can stop if you want. No pressure whatsoever.”
“You’ll stop if she wakes up?”
He laughs, bending down to kiss me deeply. He smooths my worries away and pulls back. “Of course.”
“Okay.”
He goes back to pulling my shorts down, and then tugs them off properly. Seb grabs my ankles, gently pulling them apart, and kneels down in between. “I’m not going to stop until all this tension is gone.”
There’s a heat scorching my skin everywhere he touches, independent of the bond, and he brings the duvet up over his head as he lowers his mouth to me. The heat of his breath sends shivers up my spine, and I grip at the bedsheets as I wait.
“Your pleasure is mine.”
And with that, his tongue darts out and circles my clit, teasing and taunting. I’m writhing under him, and I whimper. I freeze and reach over to grab his pillow, covering my face.
Seb’s beard tickles against me, and I can’t decide if I love it or hate it. The scratchiness adds extra sensation as his talented tongue drives me towards the edge. He slowly presses one finger inside, and I tense, waiting for the pain, but it doesn’t come.
He wiggles it back and forth, getting the feel of me, and I cry out under the pillow. He slowly adds a second one, gently stretching me, as his tongue continues circling my clit.
“I’m…” I whisper as my orgasm starts to approach.
I can feel the tightening in my core, my grip on the pillow tightening as I hold it against my face, and he starts upping the ante.
I expected him to stop. To slow down. To not let me come at all.
But, no, Seb seems to be encouraging my body to climb higher and higher, the pleasure building that much more. There’s sparks flying between us, my nerves are burning with ecstasy, it feels amazing.
I grind against his face as his fingers curl and brush against that spot inside me, and just as I reach the peak, I don’t just fall… I explode.
