“Suck,” he orders.
I do as he tells me, taking my time running my tongue around his fingers and looking into his eyes.
Ever since our first night together, he’s proved just how wrong the men before him were for me.
Sebastian gets me.
He understands my needs and desires.
And he’ll make sure I enjoy every second of it.
He withdraws his fingers before he tells me to bend over and hold on to the mirror.
“I can recall some comments, Lily, can you?” he says, his hand slowly caressing my ass.
“Hmmm, no. I can’t,” I say, and when his hand comes down on my ass, I cry out from the sting and the pleasure.
He takes hold of my skirt, lifting it up over my ass, exposing my thong.
“You sure?” he asks.
I’m looking at him in the mirror, watching him as he stands behind me.
“Yeah, I think you need to remind me,” I say, eager for him to continue.
His hand comes down again, and I grip the mirror harder in my hands, trying to steady myself.
“I can recall you being a fucking brat—calling me a cry-baby, for instance,” he says, slapping my ass once more.
I moan, feeling the wetness gather in my thong as Sebastian runs his hand down from my ass to my thighs.
He doesn’t touch me where I need him the most, taking his time and dragging out my pleasure.
“And then there was something about being scared of your brother.”
Another slap, and I can feel the heat rising on my butt cheeks.
Sebastian goes down to his knees directly behind me, and even though I feel slightly exposed, I trust him to make me feel good.
He drags his finger all the way from my calf up the inside of my leg, before I’m certain he’ll finally touch me where I need him.
But then, he makes his way down again, taking his sweet time as I buckle against him, desperate for his touch.
“What do you want, Lily?” he asks, his hands moving slowly.
“You,” I say, feeling like I might die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
“Finally, a correct answer,” he says before rewarding me. He plunges two of his fingers inside me, and I cry out, meeting his thrust as he finds the perfect rhythm.
“Look at you, fucking my fingers like you’ve been made for it,” he says, and when I look up into the mirror, our eyes meet, the intensity overwhelming as he pleasures my body.
“Sebastian,” I moan, the sensations taking over.
Just as I think I can’t hold back any longer, he drags some of my wetness up toward my butthole. He watches me in the mirror, looking for any signs of discomfort or that I don’t want this.
I’ve never gone down that route before, but I’m quickly learning that anything Sebastian does to my body makes me feel fantastic, so I trust him to do this as well.
I give him a nod before he continues smearing my wetness, making sure I’m slick.
