Now, he didn’t want to be celibate.
He wanted to fuck Sunny until she was in agony with too much pleasure, shaking her pussy foundations.
Drawing back from her mouth, she panted in his face as he continued to play inside her panties. Sunny was a wild little thing, seeking pleasure, and he loved bringing that side out of her. Eventually, he would explore her every sexual desire. She had desire seeping out of every pore like an untapped volcano, and there was only so much Seb could withstand by holding himself at bay.
“Can you be quiet? I need to see your face when I make you come.” He told her in a hushed tone, inches from her mouth.
Sunny, all flush and lovely, bobbed her head as she gripped the back of Seb’s neck, digging in her nails and rolling her lips inward when he stabbed his buried fingers higher in her pussy and then dragged them out again, repeating with a frenzied pattern.
For a long minute, Seb tested out her control, and as fast as he fucked his fingers, and her lips opened with little pleasured pops, she only emitted puffs of air over his face.
She was a goddess coming in his hand; he watched it happen. He felt it as she clutched those fingers and went stiff all over before she flung her leg higher on his hip to a better angle and locked her arm on his waist. Her shudders were an elixir to Seb’s blood. And though his cock was aching, knowing he’d have to rub two climaxes out of it before he slept tonight, he felt as sated as Sunny looked as she finally softened with a heavy exhale and flattened herself to the mattress with stuttered pants.
Reluctantly, he removed his hand. Not that he wanted to, but he was on borrowed time, and Seb listened to Sunny’s little rejected whimper.She wanted his hand down her pants as much as he needed it there, too. He wasted nothing she gave him.
Not her time, her smile, or the dripping nectar on his two fingers that he sucked cleaned as her eyes watched, widening when she saw how much he enjoyed tasting her.
“You make me feel so good, Sebastian. I will never get used to you making me come. It’s like a dream come true.”
Oh, his full name made his dick ache in a way that tortured him, and Seb swallowed a growl.
Then she made it worse, stroking a finger over his wet lips. But the exploration didn’t stop there. She went to his Adam’s apple, down to his chest, stomach, and then over his crotch. That’s where her hand stayed, feeling his bulge, trying to burst out of the zipper and get at her.
There were no saints in the room, and Seb covered her hand, helping her fingers feel what she did to him while the pleasure burned the back of his eyelids.
He wanted her in the worst, most deviant, sweetest, slowest ways. He just wanted her burned into his skin forever.
The way Seb’s cock felt ready to erupt, Sunny would have to contend with him being a savage with her the first few dozen times of fucking. There was no chance of slow lovemaking when he finally unlocked himself to have her.
“When do I get to do the same for you?”
His grunt was pure heat as he stared into her eyes. “You already have the answer, Sunshine.”
She played so tentatively against his jeans, like she was testing out what his erection could take, that his eyes rolled into his skull, close to coming. Her exploration might be shy, but his Sunny was focused. She was going to be dynamite in the sack and would drain him dry everynight until he was just a walking husk of a man who worshipped the ballet flats she walked in.
“If you keep saying that, I’m going to think you mean it, and then a wedding will be planned, and you’ll realize your joke backfired, but it’ll be too late, Sebastian, because Daddy will have four shotguns pointing at your back at the altar.”
Seb grinned and used his index finger to tip up her chin. She was too fucking cute, but he knew her game, giving him those under-the-lashes glances like she was testing out her theory to see if he’d back off.
“Make it happen, baby. See if I’m joking.”
She let his junk go and used her fist to thump his chest, pouting. “Sebastian Priest, that’s a horrible way to propose to me. Ask me in the right way.”
“Fine, I will.” He gathered her in and shut off the lamp. “Now close your pretty eyes. It’s time to sleep.”
“Sebastian! Do you mean it?”
“Yes, I mean it, woman. It’s time to fucking sleep. You’ve got shit to do tomorrow.”
“I do have stuff to do tomorrow,” she agreed, “but that’s not what I meant.”
“I mean everything I say to you. Now flip over. I want your ass pressed against my dick. I need some sweet before I leave.”
She was giggling when she rolled over and then backed her ass right up into his aching crotch. He groaned and buried his face in her hair, holding Sunny by the belly so she didn’t wriggle too much.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She whispered.
“Me too, baby.”
