The door creaked. I didn’t stop.
I turned my head slowly instead, to find Sebastian standing in the doorway.
For a second, neither of us moved.
His eyes were locked on me. Not confused. Not startled.
Like he’d known exactly what he’d find.
He just stood there, watching. Not saying anything.
Fuck…
I should’ve stopped. Should’ve pulled the blanket up, and told him to get out.
I didn’t.
Instead, I held his gaze… and just kept going.
Sounds of the storm faded away, as the air in the room thickened. I let my fingers continue their slow push-pull, gliding through my heat. Emerging wet and slick from the depths of my own molten essence.
Something inside me broke. It was the rest of my will. The last of my inhibitions dropped away, falling like a curtain.
With a small shift of my hips, I pulled my shorts down, exposing myself fully. I wanted him to see. It made me hotter, knowing he could.
To my surprise, Sebastian followed my lead and did the same.
I was shocked by the size of him. His length. His girth. The hardness, jutting from beneath his sculpted torso, as he pulled his shirt overhead and dropped it to my bedroom floor.
My breath caught as he began stroking himself.
We didn’t look away. Not once.
Oh my God…
The storm picked up again, rattling the window. Like it was trying to drown out the silence between us.
Didn’t work.
I drew closer to the edge, and the edge wasn’t far. Sensing it, possibly from the noises I was making, Sebastian’s hand began gliding even faster along the length of his incredible-looking dick.
It was the threshold of a very big decision.
Then I decided… it wasn’t a decision at all.
“Get in here,” I said softly.
That was all it took.
He crossed the room and climbed into the bed. No hesitation. No rush.
Just certainty.
The mattress dipped as he slid in beside me, slow and careful — giving me every chance to stop this if I wanted to.
I didn’t.
His hand found my wrist, warm and steady, holding me in place as his other hand pulled my shorts away completely.