She could just love bomb on her man and enjoy every second.
He emptied his pockets, dropping his money clip, keys, and phone onto a large dining table when she sneaked up behind him and wrapped both arms around Seb’s waist, her face nuzzling his back.
He smelled good. But then, he always did.
“I have so much planned for us,” she shared happily.
“Oh, yeah?” she heard the amusement in his tone as he unlaced her fingers but kept hold of her hands, bringing Sunny across his lap when he parked himself on a dining chair. “Does it involve you being naked and my mouth somewhere on that nakedness?”
“Sebastian.” She laughed, somewhat shy and partly turned on. She loved how openly he expressed his desire for her. And to be truthful, she was on board for his suggestion, too. “We have to leave the suite sometime.”
“Who the fuck said that?” both of his eyebrows rose into his hairline, giving him the cutest boyish look.
“Me. I said it, your darling, adored wife.”
“Mmhm?” he smirked, his lips tapping hers as Sunny looped both arms around Seb’s shoulders. A memory of holding those broad shoulders last night while he railed her into the shower wall, bringing her to a fabulous release, bombarded Sunny’s mind, and the breath whooshed out of her lips.
Man, that was a good time.
The best.
But all the times they’d had sex so far were the best.
While Seb brushed his mouth against her thumping pulse, she fingered the back of his hair and enjoyed the attention. A God among men. A titan of sexuality. His claim of having only two female partners in nearly a decade—far fewer than she had assumed—left her feeling elated.
Her man had been celibate this entire time. And most of that time had been because of her. What a head rush that was.
No wonder he could keep going and going last night.
It explained how every muscle ached today.
Sunny knew, with only a day’s worth of experience, she was going to become a sexaholic. A proper, whorish wife. And she couldn’t wait.
“You’re deep in thought.” His husky voice rumbled against her neck. Using his hair as an anchor, Sunny brought Seb’s head up to look him in the eye.
“I was thinking about last night.”
Seb tapped a kiss to her lips.
“Did I do you right, Sunshine?”
There went her heated cheeks again, and this time, Sebastian snickered. So Sunny had to poke him.
“You know you did, you terrible boy. It was worth the wait, wasn’t it?”
“It had to be because I couldn’t fuck you when you were eighteen when I wanted to.”
Her heart swooped like it was flying on a kite.
Sunny took hold of Sebastian’s face, admiring every masculine edge. He should be on the cover of Men’s Health magazine, wearing tight black briefs and showcasing his glistening six-pack. She’d buy every copy so no other female eyes could admire her man.
“But didIdoyouright?” she asked, needing a little assurance for her first go around with sex. She’d get better, she vowed. She was terrific about studying. But hey, he’d been celibate, so Sunny reckoned even if she’d been bad, it would still be good sex compared to getting himself off. “I know I wasn’t doing the instigating.”
She’d thought about that on the drive earlier, about how she should have taken part more, and wondered if Seb had minded taking the lead.
The kiss crushed on her lips, forcing them open like a bossy dominant, all but corralling her tongue until she mewled, and then hepulled back. “You could lie there like a fucking corpse, and I’d still be having the best sex of my life because it’s with my woman, my fucking perfect wife,my Sunny.”
Oh, he was waging a war on her heart, and Sunny fell deeper in love with Seb by the second.
