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“You can’t go to sleep,” he tells me, and instantly my eyelids fall shut just to fuck with him. He shrugs his shoulder and I give him a look.
“Stop moving,” I complain in as flirtatious of a voice as I can and feel pride rise when he rewards me with that charming smile of his that drives me wild.
He smells like fresh woods, the kind you want to get lost in; his body is hard and dominating. Every piece of him chiseled like Adonis. I splay my hand on his chest and revel in the fact that he’s letting me.
Back in school, I thought that he was avoiding me because he was older. At least at first. Then when I realized who he was and why everyone else avoided him, I wondered how a boy like him could be interested in a girl like me. The more he avoided me, the stupider I felt.
When the only piece of reality you crave is revealed to be all in your head, it does something awful to you.
“I like you coming to me after work, but I could have picked you up.” Sebastian starts up a conversation as the credits to the comedy scroll on the screen. If someone asked me to repeat a line from what we just watched, I’d come up with nothing. All I’m thinking about is how Sebastian is going to fuck me.
I’ve masturbated but I don’t know if I have a hymen or not. I’ve used a few toys I’ve read about in books although I don’t often feel the need to do that. Not unless I read a steamier romance. Or one where the hero reminds me of Sebastian.
“I wanted to leave work early. It was a short walk.” I answer him with a shrug and try to keep my train of thought on the fact that he hasn’t made a move yet. He hasn’t done anything other than to put his arm around my shoulder and pull me to close to him under the covers on the sofa.
“You sure like to walk everywhere,” he remarks like he doesn’t like it.
“I don’t mind it.” It’s one of the things that took me a long time to do alone. I don’t know if it’s because I was old enough to understand what happened to my mother, or if I was always afraid of walking alone, but learning to accept the fear and proving it wrong is one way to cope. “Sometimes it’s nice,” I add, swallowing down the memories that beg to ruin this moment.
Sebastian shifts on the sofa and it dips, making me fall slightly.
“You ready for bed?” he asks me, pulling me back up by my waist and shifting me into his lap. His warm breath tickles my shoulder as he kisses me for the first time since we came back to his place. Right on the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my body and hardening my nipples.
My body feels alive with need. Every nerve ending is waiting to go off and sitting on an edge that feels so close.
With both of my eyes closed, I hum a response. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” I tell him as he stands, leaving me with the chill of his immediate absence and forcing me to open my eyes.
He offers me a hand and I take it to stand but he only smirks at me, not giving me any words in the least.
Cue my stupid heart.
It’s just sex.
That ball of nerves threatens to suffocate me as I walk in time with Sebastian to the bedroom. He doesn’t waste any time stripping down to nothing. So, I follow suit. First my shirt and then my pants, but by the time I’m left in my bra and underwear, he’s already naked and stroking his erection.
Oh, my God.
My pussy heats and clenches around nothing. Fire blazes inside of me. I can’t take my stare away from him as he strokes himself.
He’s cocky as he asks me, “Need a hand?”
A voice inside of me begs me to tell him I haven’t done this before, but instead, I meet his gaze steadily and unhook my bra, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Then I easily step out of my thong, even though I know he’s let his own gaze wander to my body.
He doesn’t say anything. No comment on my body at all as I walk to the bed and get under the covers. It’s dark in his bedroom, but there’s enough light enough to see. There’s hardly any light from the windows with the curtains drawn even though there are streetlights close by. And he left the hall light on, which he didn’t do yesterday, so that had to be on purpose. So, he could see.
Adrenaline races through my veins as the bed groans with his weight and dips.
Still, I feel like he can see everything. Even as I’m hiding under the covers.
“No covers,” he says with a playfulness I wasn’t expecting. “I get to have you my way tonight, Chloe Rose,” he teases me.
“I’m cold.” The excuse slips easily from my lips as my heart pounds furiously in my chest.
His lips find mine in a slow, languid kiss. His hot tongue dips into my mouth as he pulls back the covers.
Suddenly, I actually am cold. In every place, he isn’t touching me, and I feel like I’ll freeze to death if his hands don’t find every inch of my body right this second.
He breaks the kiss, towering over me and climbing on top of me to tell me, “I’ll warm you up.” I expect another kiss, but his lips fall to the dip below my collar. One kiss there, then one an inch below. I can’t breathe.
