He sets me down on the edge of his bed with surprising gentleness before he stands between my spread knees, looking down at me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. The buttons of his shirt are already undone, revealing a tantalizing strip of tanned skin and taut muscle.
Those long fingers find the waistband of my jeans and in one smooth motion he pulls the denim down my legs. My panties follow, leaving me completely naked.
"Perfect," he whispers as he kneels between my legs. His hands slide up my calves, my thighs, thumbs tracing circles on sensitive skin that make me shiver despite the heat building between us.
When he stands again, he shrugs out of his shirt in a single fluid movement that makes the muscles in his abdomen ripple.
He's all lean muscle and sharp angles, not bulky like a bodybuilder but defined in a way that speaks of careful discipline. A trail of dark hair narrows from his chest down past his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
I reach out, unable to resist tracing my fingers over the ridges of his abs, feeling them contract beneath my touch. "You're beautiful," I tell him again. It’s the truth, he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
Something flashes in his eyes before he masks it with a smirk. "Was about to say the same thing."
His hands drop to his belt, and I watch, transfixed, as he unbuckles it with deliberate slowness. The button of his jeans follows, then the zipper. He pushes them down along with his boxers, stepping out of them with a grace that seems unfair given the circumstances.
And then he's completely naked before me, magnificent in a way that makes my mouth go dry. His cock stands proud againsthis stomach, thick and hard and intimidating in the best possible way. I've felt him against me, held him in my hand, tasted him in my mouth, but seeing all of him like this is different, more intimate, more real.
He reaches past me to the nightstand, retrieving a small foil packet that glints in the low light. He holds it between us, a question in his eyes.
"I'm clean," he says, voice dropping to something intimate. "I haven't been with anyone in a really long time."
The way I don’t even need to think about it should terrify me. Reaching up, I take the packet from his fingers and toss it aside.
"I'm on birth control," I tell him, holding his gaze. "And I'm clean too."
For a heartbeat, he doesn't move, doesn't even seem to breathe. Then he surges forward, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slides around my waist. He pulls me flush against him as his mouth claims mine in a kiss that's equal parts desperation and relief. It's hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping inside to twisting with mine in a way that makes me moan into his mouth.
We fall backward, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as his weight settles over me. The feeling of skin against skin is overwhelming—his chest against my breasts, his cock pressed hot and hard against my inner thigh, his heartbeat thundering in time with mine. Every point of contact burns like a brand, marking me as his in ways I never expected to want.
"Mia," he breathes against my lips. "Fuck, Mia."
I arch against him, needing more friction, more pressure, just…more of him. "Please," I whisper.
His answering smile is dark and promising as he trails his lips down my throat. "Don't worry, Trouble. I'm going to give you everything you need."
His mouth leaves a trail of fire down my neck, across my collarbone, and finally closes around my nipple. The wet heat of his tongue sends a jolt straight between my legs, where I'm already aching for him. His teeth graze the sensitive peak, just hard enough to make me gasp, then soothe the sting with gentle strokes that have me arching off the bed.
"So responsive," he murmurs against my skin, his voice vibrating through my chest. "I could spend hours just like this, learning every inch of you."
His hand cups my other breast, thumb circling the nipple with maddening precision while his mouth continues its sweet torture. Every lick, every gentle suck is calculated to drive me higher without giving me the release I crave. When he finally switches his attention to my neglected breast, I'm panting, my fingers tangled in the sheets to anchor myself against the sensations threatening to overwhelm me.
"Sebastian," I breathe.
He lifts his head, dark eyes meeting mine as he shifts his body so the hard length of him slides against my inner thigh. I feel the thick, hot weight of his cock against pussy, but he doesn't enter me, just rocks his hips in a slow, deliberate motion that drags his dick along my clit. The pressure is exquisite but nowhere near enough.
"Please," I whisper, my hands finding his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips as he maintains that torturous rhythm.
"Please what?" he asks, a hint of that infuriating smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Tell me what you want, Mia."
My nails dig into his skin as he slides against me again, the head of his cock nudging my entrance before gliding away. "I want you inside me," I manage, my voice sounding desperate even to my own ears. "Now. Please."
"Like this?" He shifts, just the very tip of him pressing against me, stretching me slightly before retreating again. The brief contact makes my inner walls clench around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"More," I demand, lifting my hips to chase the sensation.
His hands find my hips, pinning me to the mattress with a strength that makes my breath catch. "Patience," he whispers, lowering his head to brush his lips against mine in the ghost of a kiss. "I've been dreaming about this moment since the first day you walked into my department. I'm not rushing it."
I make a sound of frustration that turns into a gasp as he pushes forward again, this time sliding just the head of his cock inside me. Before I can get used to the sensation, he pulls back, leaving me empty and aching again.
