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With a groan, he succumbed, his thick arms wrapping around me and lifting me. His lips showed me how to properly kiss. It wasn’t just about mashing our mouths together. There was a sensual slide to it, a soft rub that parted my lips and introduced me to the thrust of his tongue.
I felt the heat of arousal.
When he sat on the couch, with me in his lap, I hummed, my body aflame with need.
He was gentle. His hands gently stroked me through my clothes as his mouth never relinquished mine. When his fingers tugged at my tunic, I helped him remove it and gasped as he stroked callused digits over my flesh.
I cried out when he leaned me back so he could tug a nipple into his mouth. Shocking. The jolt of pleasure hit me between the legs and had me making noises I’d never imagined. He laid me on the couch and denuded me.
My flesh warmed at his ardent regard, then burned as he kissed and stroked me all over. My breasts got the attention first, and I squirmed as pressure built inside me.
When he touched me between the legs, I gasped and froze, but not for long. As he dipped a finger into me, I jerked my hips and moved against him. Wanting more.
I panted. And trembled.
Squirmed and cried out. When he knelt between my legs and used his mouth on me, I exploded.
Or so it felt. A shudder hit me, pleasure so intense my whole body bucked. He held me, though, held me as he licked me and drew out my trembling climax.
I moaned as I went from my peak to another.
“Commander.”
As he rose to cover me, he growled, “Sebastian,” against my mouth.
“Sebastian.” I sighed his name as my arms wound around his neck, wanting to kiss him, tasting what could only be me on his lips.
Something hard probed against my vulva. It frightened me a bit. It felt large. I knew from my studies that this first time would hurt.
He even warned me. “This next part will be uncomfortable.”
He thrust, and a hardness penetrated me, tearing, the pain sharp.
He stilled and sucked my lower lip, teasing it. Slowly, I relaxed and began kissing him back. His hips rocked, and while I was sore, I felt a tingle, then a tremble that tightened as he moved inside me.
Our bodies rolled together, and my second climax proved stronger than the first, leaving me breathless and in awe.
He braced himself rather than crush me with his weight. A finger stroked my cheek as he asked softly, “Are you okay?”
“When can we do that again?”
His laughter gave me almost as much as pleasure.
We had sex two more times before he had to leave.
Apparently, he’d found his mood, and I discovered pleasure.
When he did finally depart, I also learned what it meant to be lonely and miss someone.
