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“Wow, when did you learn to talk like this?”
The look of shock on his face was priceless, but in his eyes, I could see a yearning. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, I could tell. Just as I could tell that he was having a fierce battle inside of himself about it.
“You'd be surprised at everything I've learned to do,” I said, winking at him. “The wine just makes it easier for me to speak my mind, which is something I may regret in the morning.”
“No, don't. I mean, no need to regret it,” he said quickly. “I'm just surprised, that's all.”
“Surprised in a good way?” I asked hopefully.
He chuckled and glanced out the window. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said.
“You guess so?”
But the limo had stopped and the driver opened the door, giving Sebastian the perfect opportunity to escape. I followed behind him quickly, and as we walked out toward our bungalows. Not content to just let this drop, knowing I might never have a better opportunity to fulfill a girlhood fantasy, I grabbed on to his arm, forcing him to turn and look at me.
“Listen, Sebastian,” I said, licking my lips and imagining what it would be like for his to be pressed against mine. “I'm sorry I said all that. Please don't let things get weird between us. I really don't want any weird tension because I spoke my mind after having too much – ”
But before I could say another word, he pulled me close to him and I no longer had to wonder what his lips would feel like pressed against mine, because he was kissing me. His hands were entangled in my hair, holding my face to his, pressing his body hard against mine. And he pressed past my lips with his tongue, I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
The moonlight was cascading down over us, the waves were crashing around us and I was making out with the man I'd loved for as long as I could remember. Could life get any better than that?
Sebastian pulled back quickly, a look of absolute panic on his face as he started to backpedal. But I didn't let him. I pulled him back to me and kissed him again, silencing his apologies and he didn't stop me.
All the years I'd spent looking at him, fantasizing about him, yearning to kiss him, to touch him, to know what he looked like underneath his tailored suits; I couldn't believe that I was about to find out. Running my hands down his chest, I stroked the bulge in his pants, making him jump back in surprise.
“Violet,” he said, stroking my cheek. “Oh Violet...”
“Yes, Sebastian?” I said, giving him my best bedroom eyes.
“You're so beautiful.”
My heart raced. I needed to be with this man. Desperately. And for the first time ever, it seemed like he wanted to be with me too. I took his hand in mine, and together we walked toward my bungalow in silence, both of us basking in the romance of where we were, consumed by our thoughts of what the night had in store for us.
As soon as we were inside though, it was a different story. Sebastian barely gave me a chance to shut the door when he was kissing me again, pushing me toward the bedroom as I worked at removing his shirt. My hands fumbled at the buttons, but once I removed them, his shirt fell to the floor with a swoosh. His pants were next, but when I reached for them, he stopped me, staring at me intently.
“No, Violet,” he said.
“But I thought – ”
I was suddenly very confused and uncertain, fearing that he was putting a stop to things before they got out of hand. But instead of stopping anything, Sebastian pulled my dress off over my head, throwing it to the floor before lifting me up and carrying me over to the bed, where he laid me down, gently.
I was still so confused, but not for long. In that moment, I realized that Sebastian was a giver, not a taker, and as he fell down to his knees and slid my panties aside, every nerve in my body was on fire. Feeling his warm breath on my most intimate parts drove me crazy, and when he lowered his mouth and started teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, I thought I might explode from the intense feelings rampaging through my body.
“Sebastian,” I moaned. “Oh God, yes.”
Sebastian was amazing with his mouth, working his tongue over all the right places, licking and sucking and teasing my opening, as he went to town. My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer to me without me even realizing it, because it all felt so incredible and amazing.
As Sebastian fucked me with his tongue, I felt my body come alive. For the first time with a man, I knew what it felt like to be the center of attention, for someone to not be all about them, to take my pleasure into account. No, Sebastian was making sure I enjoyed this as much, if not more, than he did, and from the way he was pulling my body closer to him, I could tell he was enjoying every second of it.
My body shuddered as he ate me out, bringing me to orgasm within a matter of minutes. I thrust upward toward his face, crying out as pleasure took hold of me. Every muscle in my body spasmed as my toes curled and I just repeated over and over, “Sebastian, Oh God, Sebastian.”
It was everything I'd always dreamed it to be and more. Never had I imagined it would actually happen, but there in Bali, my fantasies were becoming a reality.
As soon as my climax subsided, Sebastian looked up at me. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, like “Oh God, what have I done?” but I wasn't about to let that fear take root. I pulled him so he was on top of me, and kissed him passionately, not allowing him to have second thoughts about this. We'd already gone too far to turn back now, and I needed him inside of me.
“Please, Sebastian,” I begged, wriggling underneath him as I stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes. “We're both adults here. I want it. Do you want it?”
“God yes,” he said, his brow furrowed as he stared down at me. “More than anything I've wanted in my entire life.”
