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He exhaled deeply, face relaxing. “Thank fucking god. For a moment there, I thought I’d hurt you.” He nuzzled her neck again, burying his face against her. “You know we can stop at any time, right? Just because I’m inside you doesn’t mean that we have to keep going—”
Chelsea lifted her skates and locked her legs around his hips, then dug her wheels into his ass. “Keep going,” she demanded. “I want you to.”
“Okay, but if you start sobbing and calling me daddy, I’m out.”
She giggled and sniffed back her tears. “Deal.”
He captured her mouth in another kiss, this one soft, tender, and utterly sweet. His hips moved, and then he was stroking into her.
And she held her breath again, because oh, it felt so good. So right. She clung to him, moaning her pleasure as he began a slow, delicious rhythm, moving in and out and murmuring words of encouragement to her. About how beautiful she was, how good she felt around him, how sexy her uniform was, how he liked the jiggle of her breasts when he thrust inside her. She felt sexy and beautiful, and even though he was on top of her, it felt like she was the center of his world, his universe, and she loved the feeling.
Like she was the one in control despite everything.
Eventually, she started to do more than just lovingly run her hands over his muscles. Her hips lifted to meet his thrust, and his kisses took on a greater intensity. Then, his movements did. Each thrust seemed harder, more intense than the last, until she was crying out with each one, her hands digging into the muscles of his shoulders to brace herself. And god, it felt so good. She reveled in the sensations, lost in pleasure. He could go on endlessly like this and she wouldn’t mind one bit.
But it seemed that Sebastian had other plans. After a rough, ragged thrust, he reached between them and placed his thumb on her clit. When he thrust again, his hand moved, rubbing her just the right way. She cried out, her eyes flying open, and clung to him even harder.
“Right there?” he murmured, thrusting again.
Her whimper of agreement was the only answer she could form.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He thrust hard again, and her entire body tensed, her mouth falling open. Oh, god, she was going to, she was so close . . .
With his next thrust, a choked cry escaped her and another orgasm ripped through her body.
“Fuck, that’s right, baby,” he whispered as she climaxed. “I can feel you clenching around me. God, you feel so fucking good. Keep coming for me, love.” He paused in his strokes and kept rubbing her clit, and she kept coming. And coming. And it felt like it was tearing her apart at the seams . . . in a good way.
By the time he’d wrung every last shudder out of her, she was limp on the bed, dazed with pleasure. He kissed her again, and her own response was languid. “God, I love how drowsy and well-fucked you look,” he murmured, and thrust hard into her again. “Makes me want to come. Right. Now.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
“Yes,” she breathed, dragging her fingers through the curls of his hair. “Come for me, Sebastian.” And with a wicked grin, she added, “Stud.”
His laugh choked off and his hands tensed, his eyes closing. His next thrust was wildly rocking, and she felt his entire body jerk as he came, giving in to the pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her, pressing more kisses to her neck. “Fuuuck.”
“Yeah.” She sounded so pleased. So utterly sated. She hugged Sebastian’s sweaty body against her. “Okay, so that was pretty amazing.” She patted his shoulder. “You did good.”
He laughed, rolling onto his side and pulling her along with him. “Just good?”
“All right. Let me think up a Sebastian comparison.” She tilted her head and then offered, “You did as well as expected.”
He groaned and nipped her jawline. “Damning me with faint praise, woman.”
“Not really. My expectations were really, really high.” As he continued to press soft kisses to her skin, she sighed with pleasure once more. “ Really high.”
“Then I am as pleased as . . .” He thought for a moment. “As . . . a lottery winner.”
Giggles erupted from her throat. “That is quite possibly the worst comparison ever.”
“What? Have you ever seen a sad lottery winner? I don’t think you have.”
Her laughter bubbled, and she hugged him close. “I am the happiest lottery winner myself, then.”
“Want to take a shower?”
“Sounds good,” she said between kisses. “Give me a moment and I’ll join you. I need to de-gear.” She gestured at her skates.
