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My lashes fluttered, my arms cradling his head as he closed his hot mouth over the peak of my breast. My hips twisted to press against his abs, looking for the pressure he drew with every flick of his tongue. And his arms slipped around me, bringing us skin to skin in a twist, connected by his lips on my body.
He commanded me without need for words, every touch a silent insistence that his words were true. That he wanted to be here, with me. That he could convince me with his body what I couldn’t accept with his words. I could feel that promise in his fingertips, in the way he held me, as if I were a precious thing he was determined not to lose.
I only wished it was so easy.
But if there was one thing I’d learned from loving Sebastian, it was that right now was the only time I could count on. And so I sighed into him and let the rest go.
My hands roamed down his torso, but when I reached the hem of his shorts, he caught my wrist, rolled me onto my back, pinned me with his hips. Took my mouth like it was his to possess. And I reveled in that possession, in the weight of his body pressing me into the bed, in the heat of his mouth and the depth of his kiss. I wanted to be his, just as I wanted him to be mine. So every kiss was a give and take, an exchange of devotion, a quiet plea for forever in a world where there were no guarantees.
My top had been shed some time ago, and my shorts were half off before I realized. With a shimmy, they were gone, and my bottoms along with them. Again, I tried to free him, but again he held me off, abandoning my lips for a trail of kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, to my breasts, where he took his time again, though this time, he satisfied my shifting hips with long, practiced strokes that traced the rippling flesh between my thighs. When I tried once more to touch him, he snagged both wrists in his hand and held them over my head, putting enough weight on them that I could only submit.
So I let him carry me away, stretching out beneath him like a spoiled, lazy cat. When he relaxed his grip on my wrists, I thought he’d move down my body to take the space he’d teased, but instead, he rose to roll me over. I panted into my hair as he stroked the curve of my waist, my hip, my bare ass. A gasp of blind surprise when his lips followed, the hot sweep of his tongue on my ass. His hand cueing my hips to rise, making room for him to spread me open and meet my heat with his.
My moan was muffled by the sheets, my hands fisting and releasing without purpose. Every nerve fired, racing to meet his tongue as it stroked and traced the valley of my body. He knew where to press, circling a slow index finger with the masterful skill I’d only experienced by my own hand and with him. On their own, my hips rocked along with him, setting a pace he followed, knowing when my muscles locked, when my lungs emptied, that he shouldn’t stop, not until a sweet cry of release left me, my body flexing and pulsing around nothing, which I intended to rectify.
Without sight, I reached for him, but he was already kicking off his shorts, the bare tip of him stroking the still-aching dip in a tease so intense, I shifted backward to fit him inside of me. But he shifted back with me, not giving me what I wanted, not until I writhed and mewled beneath him. One hand gripped my hip, holding me still. The other guided him to breach me, and with a long, breathless stroke, he buried himself inside me.
For a moment, his hips stayed where they were as he descended to press a trembling kiss to my shoulderblade. I grappled for air, felt his nose brush my neck, his hot breath against my skin. His hand clasped the back of my neck when he rose. And after a slow retreat, he slammed into me hard enough to elicit a sharp cry of pleasure-pain.
For a moment, I was too stunned by sensation to do anything but feel. But with every pump of his hips, heat simmered, drawing to the point of connection once again. My hand slipped beneath me, finding the aching tip of me to satisfy my desire. But when he realized I was about to come again, he somehow exited me, rolled us over, and set me in his lap in what felt like a single motion. My thighs trembled, my hands on his shoulders and his on his base as he guided himself into me again. And our bodies fit together so right, the slightest shift of my hips brought shocks of pleasure that rose like embers against starless sky. And when I came, it was with him deep inside of me, satisfying every need.
