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“Sebastian,” she whimpered as she writhed on the mattress.
I circled my tongue around her clit, and she cried out. Her thick thighs clenched around me as the pent-up sexual energy exploded from her.
Once her body relaxed, I stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. The look of satisfaction on her face is enough to make me cum in my pants. I watched her through half-lidded eyes.
“Ready for more.”
She sat up and leveled me with a sultry glare. “Strip.”
Chapter 8
Becca
Desirepooledlikehoneybetween my legs as I watched Sebastian strip off his shirt, revealing chiseled abs with a light dusting of dark hair trailing from his navel to below his waist. He removed his slacks and boxers, releasing a massive erection which he promptly slid a condom onto—a jolt of longing coursed through me.
He moved across the bed towards me. His muscles flexed with every movement. I ran my fingers over his taut muscles, and they flexed beneath my touch. His smooth, tanned skin glowed in the moonlight filtering through the windows. I reached out and grabbed the base of his cock, slowly moving my hand upward.
“Touch me,” he urged as he placed a hot kiss on my mouth.
He rolled on his back, and I straddled him. As I ran my fingers up and down his shaft, a tantalizing warmth hit me in the core. Sebastian moaned and gripped my hips. I circled my finger and thumb and took him in long gentle strokes. His grip on my hips increased.
“Do you like it?” I whispered.
He swallowed hard. “Fuck, yeah.”
Soon his hips matched the movements of my hand, and my need for him built. I wanted him inside me.
He grabbed my hand. “I don’t want this to end too soon.”
In one swift movement, I’m between him and the mattress. His hot mouth sucked at my nipple before moving to the next one, and the sensation threatened to overwhelm me. This was what all the fuss was about. I’ve heard girlfriends talk about their experiences, but I never believed sex would live up to the hype.
Oh, how wrong I was.
“Please,” I cried out and wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Please, what?” His devilish grin is deliciously tantalizing.
He positioned himself at my entrance, and I ran my hands along his back, urging him forward. He rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“What do you want, Becca?”
My pulse jumped at the sound of my name. I realize that I am the center of his desires. No one else. Just me.
“I want you.”
“What do you want me to do, baby?” he whispered in my ear as his finger circled the clusters of nerves at my entrance.
I quivered beneath him, unsure if I would survive this much longer.
“I want …” My face moved to his shoulder.
“Look at me.”
I look at him. My heart was hammering against my ribs. “I want you inside me.”
A smile ticks up one corner of his mouth. “I’ll get you to say fuck eventually.”
He kissed me gently, his tongue slowly glided against mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck in anticipation. He made the first slow thrust inside me. The pain is sharp but brief. With one hand, he cupped my face. His other hand gripped my hip. For several moments he watched my face before he began to thrust slowly. My legs increased their grip around his waist.
