“Lily, you feel amazing.”
He thrusts harder into me, and I meet him halfway.
His grip on me turns punishing, and a part of me hopes he’ll leave marks.
I’d love to have a memory of this evening.
“I told myself I would spare your face, considering the makeup, but fuck, Lily, I need you,” he says before his arms go around my back, lifting me up towards his own face, before his lips come down on my own.
He continues fucking me, our tongues twisting in open-mouth kisses.
I couldn’t care less for the makeup.
I’ll do it again.
The new position causes his cock to rub against my clit, and I scream as I come.
Sebastian follows closely after, holding me tight in his arms as he spills into me.
It takes me a moment to register that we just fucked without a condom.
Sebastian seems oblivious as he lies down in the bed, taking me with him in his arms.
I’m not worried, considering I’m on the pill and clean.
I’ve never been so caught up in pleasure that I’ve even considered it.
“Sebastian,” I murmur.
We’re breathing heavy, and I wonder just how much time we’ve spent. We’ll probably be a little late to the party, but oh well.
“Yeah?”
“We didn’t use a condom,” I say, and he sits up quickly in bed, looking down at me.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, Lily. I’m clean, and you make me fucking crazy, so I didn’t even think about it. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
His panic is slightly adorable, and I decide to toy with him a little.
“Okay. I hope you’re ready to be a father, considering I’m on no birth control and should be in my fertile window.”
If his panic was bad before, it’s terrifying now.
But then his expression calms, and he smiles softly as he looks at my stomach.
“If that’s the case, we’ll figure it out.”
Now I’m the one panicking.
He can’t be serious.
I’m not ready to be a mother.
I was just joking.
He can’t be serious, can he?
Amid his statement, I even forget that I’m on freaking birth control.
