Page 55 of After Midnight

I’m sure.

With every cell in my body, I want this.

Slowly, I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, and he sits up on his knees, lifting his arms so I can slide the fabric off over his head. His body is a piece of art: broad shoulders, defined abs, biceps that have no trouble carrying me from room to room. He’s kneeling on the edge of my bed now, and I sit up, my legs still draped around his hips.

With steady fingers, he lifts my T-shirt off and over my head, then drops the fabric to my bedroom floor. I’m wearing a lightweight black bralette, and Sebastian traces his palm up my waist, along my ribs, then—

I catch my breath as he covers my breast with his palm and squeezes. His thumb drifts lazily across my nipple, which hardens at his touch, poking against the thin fabric.

“Take it off,” I whisper to him.

So he does. Gently, so as not to catch the fabric on my piercings, he eases the bralette off my breasts and over my head. And when his gaze caresses me, I feel like it’s the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of a man—like no one has ever seen me as clearly as he does.

“Did these hurt?” he asks, slowly guiding me back onto the bed, then lowering his lips to one of my pierced nipples. His tongue flicks out, wetting the metal, and I moan softly as he sucks the swollen bud into his mouth.

“Y-yes,” I gasp out, feeling myself get wet as Sebastian gently nips at my hard nipple, then eases the sting with the soft touch of his tongue. “Like my soul left my body.”

He rumbles out a low laugh, then moves to my other breast, heaping the same amount of attention on that nipple, licking and sucking until both my tits gleam in the pale moonlight coming through my open blinds.

Outside, the sun has set, and darkness crawls across the desert, creating shadows that cling to the walls of my room and paint Sebastian’s body in swashes of black.

“Do you like them?” I ask.

His mouth turns up into a smile. “I love them. They’re so sexy.”

He trails his thumb across one of the metal bars, and the sensation makes me curl my toes.

Then his hand moves down, from my breast to my ribs to my waist. His fingers dip under the waistband of my leggings, and he looks up, meeting my eyes in the deepening dark.

I take a breath, breasts rising and falling, and my fingers twist into my plush comforter as he finally begins to guide the fabric off my hips, then over my knees, and finally off my feet.

Now I’m clad in nothing but a lacy black thong—one I picked specifically for this moment, hoping our date tonight would lead here. Though I had no idea this was how it would feel—not just physical, but almost spiritual, in a way that makes me think I’ve never been fucked in the way he’s about to fuck me.

Instead of taking my panties off, he starts to kiss his way down the length of my body, taking a deliciously infuriating amount of time. His lips brush each of my ribs, linger at my belly button, move to my hip bones . . .

I’m squirming on the bed now, aching for him to touch me. My pussy flutters, trembling with need. Tiny whimpers leave my lips, but he keeps up that maddeningly slow pace.

And then he lowers himself to his knees next to my bed, so his head is at the perfect level for him to—

His fingers wrap around my panties, and finally, he’s pulling them off. Strings of wetness cling to the fabric, the panties already soaked even though he hasn’t touched me yet.

Sebastian groans, low and deep. His gaze traces me: my naked pussy lips, my swollen clit, the juice glistening along the insides of my thighs. His hands wrap around my legs, and he scoots me to the edge of the bed, then shifts to press my thighs down and apart, making my pussy gape open for him.

His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and he holds my stare as he slowly, slowly lowers his mouth to my cunt. And—

Holy fuck.

I let out a moan as his lips close over my clit. I swear I see stars dancing on my dark ceiling.

My grip on the comforter tightens until my fingers ache. Sebastian sucks my clit into his mouth, bathes it in the wet heat from his tongue. Then he slides lower, still pressing my thighs apart, and his tongue pushes inside me.

Tears spring to my eyes—a mixture of devastating need and overwhelming ecstasy. Finally, he’s inside me.

He fucks me with his tongue, deep and slow, making me groan as The xx continues to play over the speakers in the living room. Then he licks me from cunt to clit, spreading my wetness across my bare pussy lips before sucking my clit into his mouth again.

My muscles start to tense, and my heart beats faster, matching the pace of my panted breaths.

“Y-you’re going to make me cum already,” I gasp out.