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His response was another hard, insistent kiss, his fingers thrusting into her pussy.
So she stroked him, her fingers tight. And when he jerked against her hand, she decided to be a tease. She released him and then began to lightly trail her fingers over his cock. They moved delicately over the head, her fingertips circling in the beads of pre-cum on the crown. Then she glided downward, tracing a thick vein on the underside of his cock before lightly grazing his balls. He pushed against her hand, and his kisses became more urgent, his mouth moving to her neck and licking and sucking at the skin there.
And when his thumb started to flick at her clit again, she wasn’t coming down anymore. Instead, her need started to ratchet back up again.
“When am I going to get this inside me?” She dragged her fingers over his length again, then circled the head with her thumb. It grew wet with pre-cum and she moved her thumb to her mouth and then licked it. “Unless you want me to go down on you?”
His hand left her pussy and he gripped her wet hair, holding her against him as he kissed her fiercely. Then, he slid his hips over hers and rocked the length of his cock over her folds. “I can absolutely give you this, baby, but you have to tell me you want it. That we’re not going too fast for you.”
“Not too fast,” she breathed. She lifted her legs and locked her skates together, wheels spinning. “Do that again. Rub against me.”
He adjusted his hands next to her on the bed, and then leaned in and kissed her again, then rocked his length along her sex. The head of his cock pushed against her clit, and she moaned in response.
“Feels so good,” she told him.
“It’ll feel that good inside you, too,” he said, nipping her chin.
She knew it would. Sebastian was nothing if not considerate. He wouldn’t throw her down on the bed and pump a few times into her, then finish without her getting hers first. He’d make sure that she was just as into it, and that she came before he did. That was a rare quality in a man, and she was actually excited to see if she could come again. “Think you can give me another orgasm before you lose control?”
“Absolutely,” he promised, and there was no joking on his face. “I want you squeezing around my cock with your own orgasm when I come inside you.”
She shivered, imagining it. “I want that, too.”
“How are you feeling?” He pressed a few more kisses to her face.
She wiggled under him. “Like I need a big hard cock inside me.”
Sebastian chuckled. “I think I can handle that request.” He sat up and she unlocked her legs from around him, the wheels on her skates spinning again. He got up from the bed and headed over to the bedside table, where the box of condoms lay, then took one out and unwrapped it. She watched him as he put it on, and as he stroked the latex down his shaft her hand went back to her pussy, touching herself again. As he returned to the bed, she lifted a hand, reaching for him. He laced his fingers with hers, then moved on top of her, his hips settling between her thighs. He didn’t push into her, just began to gently kiss her, his cock resting against her pussy. It was both sweetness and tease all at once.
His fingers entwined with hers, gently holding her hand over her head? It was that small touch that nearly undid her. She panted and mewed against his mouth, eager for more, knowing she was safe with him. He had her. He’d never let her suffer. “Sebastian, please.”
“Right here, love,” he told her softly. “I’ve got you.” Then his fingers unlaced from hers and he propped himself up on one arm, his other hand guiding his cock to her core. He rubbed the head of it against her entrance, slicking the condom, and she whimpered again at how good it felt, how much it made her ache and need more. So much more. She wanted him deep inside her, filling her up.
Then he kissed her again and began to press deep, pushing inside her.
Awe filled her, and Chelsea couldn’t breathe. He felt so good, so right. She held her breath as he kept kissing her jaw, her neck, everywhere he could touch her, as if trying to distract her from the incredible sensation of him sinking into her. As if she could be distracted.
When he was in so deep that she could have sworn he was touching her heart, he lifted his head.
And stilled.
“Chelsea?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re crying. Are you okay?” Worry etched his handsome face. “Do you want me to stop?”
She was? She had no idea. Her hand went to wipe her eyes, and she shook her head. “If I’m crying, it’s because it feels so amazing to be with you like this. You’re wonderful, Sebastian. So wonderful.”
