Oh.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Especially not when I’ve already slept with him. I know exactly what it feels like to have his dick inside of me, stretching me out. Of course I make him aroused. Between his extensive sexual history and how we met… honestly? I’d be offended if he wasn’t attracted to me after we got married.
But he never touched me again. Not like this. And because he didn’t, I couldn’t, and now… I ghost my fingers over the denim, wishing there wasn’t any of the fabric separating my questing fingers from his erection.
“Tell me, love? Does that feel fake?” he demands. His breath is hot on my ear, his voice shredded. His arm is wrapped around me, making it so that I can’t do anything but stroke him through his jeans.
I shake my head.
Sebastien groans, dropping his. He kisses my throat, tongue dragging against my fluttering pulse. Sucks on a patch of skin under my jaw, thrusting into my hand.
“This is real,” he grunts out. “It’s always been real. And if you think it’s not… that’s my fucking fault. I tried to be good. I tried to give you time, get to know me… because,fuck. I want to know you. Don’t you want to know me?”
He sounds so vulnerable all of a sudden, all I can do is be honest back: “I do… and I really, really want to touch you.”
He barks out a laugh. “Oh, love… I want that more than you know.”
“Really?”
Disentangling himself from our embrace, he leans back enough to reach for the button on his jeans. He quickly undoes it, then jerks down his zipper. Digging into his jeans, he grabshis cock, freeing it, and I have to bite down hard to keep from moaning.
Cocks aren’t pretty. Sorry. I’ve only had two lovers, but I’ve seen more than a few, and they’re all kinda weird. I much prefer what they do to me, how they make me feel, than what they look like. That’s why, when I fucked Sebastien in the bathroom of the Last Prayer, I barely paid attention. I just climbed on his lap, guiding it into me, and riding him in a way that Eric rarely let me. For him, sex meant I needed to be submissive.
With Sebastien, he didn’t seem to mind me taking control the first time. And now…
I grab him. He grunts, and I realize that I need a little friction. Releasing him just long enough to lick my palm, I take him in hand again and begin to stroke.
He bucks into my fist. “Yes.Yes. You do that… you keep on fucking touching me just like that, love, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Ask me anything. Get to know me.” With a quick shove, he pushes his jeans down past his ass, then his underwear. He spreads his legs, bracing them in the dirt, giving me full access to his cock as he pants my name. “Annaliese… I want you to want me. Not just because I’m Bas Reynolds. But because I’m your Sebastien.”
I’m distracted. I can see his dark blond curls, plus the thick cock jutting out from them. He’s shifting his hips a little, forcing me to move with him until I take over the stroking myself, and while the one thing I really want to know is what Sebastien looks like when he comes in my hand, I think about what he said.
He wants to know me. He wants me to know him.
Think, Annaliese. You’re organized. There isn’t anything you can do with a binder, a pen, and a checklist. You certainly can give your husband a handjobandask him some questions about himself at the same time.
Right?
“Um. What’s your favorite color?”
His eyes were heavy-lidded, more closed than not, but he quirks them open. Yeah, yeah. I know that was a stupid question, but I make up for it by licking my thumb, swirling it around the head of cock, before returning to jerking him off.
He grunts. “It used to be black. But now I think it’s brown. Like your hair… unh. And youreyes.”
Charmer. I smile, increasing the pace. “You a cat lover or a dog lover? And don’t say none because I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like animals.”
“Cat,” he gasps. “But that’s because Adrian got into Loni’s pants after he rescued a pair from the shelter. If a pussy can get me back in your pussy, love, then give me a cat anyday.”
My cheeks heat up. To hear him talk so boldly… filthily like that… I dart out my tongue, dabbing the corner of my mouth as the veins in his neck stand out. He’s gotta be close. I hope so. I’ve done every trick that I was ever taught to pleasure a lover, and a few I’m picking up now because Sebastien is the most receptive one I’ve ever had…
He’s gritting his teeth. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen.
“What are you thinking about right this very second?” I ask.
His gaze snaps to mine, hungry and bright. You want to know?”
I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. “Yes.”
“Just how badly I want to bend you over my bike and fuck you until you admit that I’m your husband and you’re my wife.”
