Cradling her face between my palms, I kiss her slow, deep, and thorough. She makes a small sound of surprise against my mouth before melting into me.
"Sebastian," she breathes when we finally break apart.
"We have all night for commands," I tell her, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "Right now, I just need to taste you."
I kiss her again, walking her backward into her bedroom and not stopping until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She clutches my shoulders as we tumble onto the mattress together. The lace of her lingerie scratches against my chest, a teasing barrier I'm suddenly desperate to remove.
But not quickly. This moment deserves to be savored.
Pulling back, I kneel between her spread thighs. "Keep your hands above your head."
She complies immediately, raising her arms and gripping the edge of her pillow. The position arches her back slightly and pushes her lace-covered breasts up in silent offering. The sight of her like this makes my chest tighten with something that goes so far beyond desire it should fucking terrify me.
"Good girl," I murmur, and the flush that spreads across her cheeks is intoxicating.
Starting at her ankles, I trace my fingers up the delicate lace of her stockings, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch. When I reach the garter clips at her thighs, I take my time unfastening each one, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin.
"Do you have any idea," I say between kisses, "what you do to me? Seeing you like this?"
Sliding my hands up to her hips, my fingertips trace the waistband of her panties but I don’t remove them. "You make me want things I've never allowed myself to want," I admit. "Make me feel things I've spent years convincing myself I don't need."
By the time I've removed both stockings, her breathing has quickened and her thighs tremble slightly under my touch.
I move up her body, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. As the fabric falls away, I can't help the groan that escapes me at the sight of her perfect breasts spilling free, nipples already tight and begging for attention.
"You're fucking gorgeous," I tell her, bending to take one rosy peak into my mouth. The sound she makes vibrates through her chest against my lips. I suck harder, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and her back arches off the bed.
"Sebastian, please," she pants, arms straining to stay above her head as I ordered.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while my hand slides down her stomach to the edge of her panties. Her hips lift in silent plea, but I ignore it, fingers simply tracing the lacey edge without dipping beneath.
"Patience," I murmur against her skin. "We have all night."
I keep teasing her until the sexiest growl of frustration blows over her lips. It’s only then that I slowly drag her underwear down her legs. When she's completely bare beneath me, I stand at the foot of the bed, drinking in every inch of her naked form sprawled across her sheets.
Her hair is a wild tangle of red against the pillow, her skin flushed and marked with my attention. Her legs are slightly parted, enough that I can see that perfect pussy ready and begging for my mouth.
"I'm the only one who ever gets to see you like this." The words come out more possessive than I’d like but I can’t fucking help it. "Understand?"
"Yes," she whispers. "Only you."
Something primal and satisfied uncurls in my chest at her agreement. She's mine. Has been since the moment she stood up to me in the emergency room.
"Spread your legs wider," I growl. "And touch yourself."
With those pretty green eyes focused on mine, her hand slides between her thighs.
"Like this?" she asks, fingers circling her clit with deliberate slowness.
My mouth goes dry as I watch her touch herself. "Just like that," I manage, my voice strained with the effort of not throwing myself on top of her immediately. "Show me how you like to be touched."
She does, her movements growing more confident under my hungry gaze. Her back arches slightly off the bed as her fingerswork faster and her other hand comes down to toy with her nipple.
"That's it," I encourage, unable to tear my eyes away. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mia."
Ready to be more than a spectator, I shrug my shirt off and let it fall to the floor without breaking eye contact. My jeans are next. I push them down along with my boxers. Mia's eyes drop to take in the sight of me naked, and her rhythm falters for a moment.
"Don't stop," I tell her, moving toward the bed. "Keep touching yourself."
