“This?Thisis my religion. Fuck God, I worshipyou.”
I’m teetering on the edge when he whimpers. “I-I’m right there?—”
“Don’t come.”
“But–”
I pull out, erupting all over his stomach, painting him in my climax.
“What thefuck, Sebastian?” he cries.
Ignoring his protests, I grab his hand and swipe it through the mess.
“What are you doing now?”
I’m still twitching from my release as I bring his slick fingers behind me. “Open me up.”
His eyes are saucers.
“Seriously?”
“Do you wanna fuck me or not?”
He shakes my hand off and takes over circling my rim. I tense for a second.
“Have you done this before?”
My face heats. I nod.
A snarl twists his lips. “Withwho?”
“No one, baby,” I promise. He’s still staring expectantly.Jesus Christ. “I wanted to know what you felt… when I was inside you.”
The realization washes over him, a devious smirk unfurling. “And you liked it.”
I shut him up with a sloppy kiss. His chuckle morphs into a moan as his finger breaches me, working in to the knuckle.
“Holy shit,” he breathes into my mouth. “You feel incredible.” I’m still so sensitive from the recent orgasm that I can barely hold myself up. Kiss-swollen lips graze mine, his free hand flattening on my sternum. “On your back.”
His palm guides me until I’m reclined on the cushions whilehe settles between my thighs. Nerves creep in as he scoops more cum from his stomach and smears it between my cheeks.
“Damn,” he whispers, gaze glued to where he’s rubbing me. “I better not be hallucinating ‘cause this is the hottest shit I’ve ever done.”
Two fingers enter this time. I suck in a sharp breath. But the burn simmers into something molten and soon I’m rocking into his gentle thrusts. He scissors his fingers, stretching me and spreading a new ache through my body. He takes his time exploring me and when he finds my prostate, sounds I’ve never made before start slipping out.
“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs.
“Too good.”
“Think you’re ready?”
I nod.
“Tell me you want me,” It’s rasped and dripping in lust. I cuff his throat, my thumb tracing the sharp edge of his jaw.
“I wantyou. I needyou. All of you.”
Awe. Adoration. Something more— something I wish he’d say. It’s all there, beaming down at me.
