Dipping his head, he captures my mouth in a kiss that's softer than I expect, almost tender. His tongue slides against mine in a slow, sensual dance that has me melting beneath him. This time, he slides in a few more inches before retreating. The sensation of him stretching me sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.
"Sebastian, please," I beg, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "Stop teasing me."
His breath is hot against my neck as he laughs softly. "This isn't teasing, Mia. This is savoring."
He pushes forward again, this time giving me half his length before withdrawing with that same maddening deliberateness. My back arches off the bed as pleasure and frustration war within me. The stretch is perfect, the fullness I crave, but then it's gone again, leaving me empty and desperate.
"You're driving me insane," I pant, my nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.
"Good," he growls against my throat. "I want you completely out of your mind. I want you to remember this every time you sitin a meeting, every time you see me in the hallway. I want you to feel me for days."
He slides in deeper this time, three-quarters of his length filling me before he pulls back again. The sensation is exquisite torture and my hips chase his movement, desperate for more contact, more friction, more of everything he's giving me in these tantalizing increments.
"Please," I whimper, the word torn from my throat. "I need all of you."
Something in my voice must break through his resolve because his grip on my hips tightens, his jaw clenching as he fights an internal battle. When he looks at me again, the careful control has been replaced by raw, desperate hunger.
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself completely inside me. The sensation steals my breath, pleasure so intense it borders on pain radiating through every nerve ending. For a moment, we both freeze, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being joined so completely.
"Fuck, Mia," he groans, dropping his forehead to rest against mine. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect around me."
When he finally moves, it's with long, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. His hand slides up my body to wrap around my throat, fingers pressing against my pulse point with just enough pressure to make my heart race even faster.
His eyes find mine and I see the moment doubt creeps in, the way his expression shifts from desire to uncertainty. He pulls his hand away, fingers gently trailing across my skin.
Without thinking, I catch his wrist to stop his retreat and guide his hand back to my throat, pressing his palm firmly against my hammering pulse.
"I trust you," I tell him, the words coming from somewhere deep inside me, somewhere true and unguarded. My gaze holdshis, steady and sure despite the vulnerability of my position. "I trust you, Sebastian."
He adjusts his grip slightly, his thumb and fingers finding the sides of my neck rather than the front.
"If it's too much, tap my arm twice," he rasps. "Understand?"
I nod, then realize he needs verbal confirmation. "Yes," I whisper. "I understand."
My words, my consent, unleashes something primal in him. His thrusts become harder, deeper, each one driving me closer to an edge I've never experienced before. The combination of his hand on my throat and his cock filling me so completely creates a cocktail of sensations that makes my mind go blank with pleasure.
Applying the slightest pressure to the sides of my neck, he restricts the blood flow just enough to create a light-headed sensation that amplifies every other feeling. The pressure comes and goes in waves, perfectly timed with his thrusts and my breathing. It's nothing like I imagined. Not scary or uncomfortable, but a building intensity that makes every nerve ending more sensitive, every touch more electric.
"Sebastian," I gasp, his name a broken sound as pleasure builds inside me, different from anything I've ever experienced. My vision narrows to just his face above mine, to those dark eyes watching me with such careful attention.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let go for me, Mia. Let me see you fall apart."
The pressure builds to impossible levels, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I'm balanced on a knife's edge of sensation. When my orgasm finally crashes over me, it's with an intensity that makes the earlier one seem like a gentle wave in comparison. My vision goes white, my body arching off the bed as pleasure tears through me in devastating waves.
Sebastian works me through it, his movements never faltering even as I clench around him like a vice. Only when the last tremor fades does he allow his own control to snap, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his own release.
"Mia," he groans as he buries himself deep and comes with a force that makes his whole body shudder.
We collapse together, both breathing hard and trembling from the intensity of what just passed between us. His hand releases my throat to stroke my hair with surprising tenderness, while the other traces lazy patterns on my hip.
"Holy fucking shit," I breathe when I finally find my voice.
He lifts his head to look at me, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Worth the wait?"
I try to answer but can only manage a soft "Mmm" of contentment, my body still humming with residual pleasure, my mind blissfully empty of everything but the sensation of him.
His chuckle vibrates through both our bodies as he carefully withdraws from me, making me whimper at the loss. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, then my eyelids, then each cheek, before finally claiming my lips in a kiss so tender it makes my heart ache.
