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“Can you give my hair a trim tonight?” He grins and nods. Jumping up, he brings his chair into the kitchen, and I grab the scissors from the bathroom. This time, I’m much more relaxed as he brushes my hair and does his magic. It’s so much easier than struggling through the panic of a new hairdresser and salon.
When he’s finished, I have a quick shower as he cleans up. Grabbing a long-sleeved metal tee, I slip it over my head and pull on plaid shorts.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asks as I enter the living room. I grab the remote and hand it to him as I sit with him on the chair.
His hands trace a tantalizing path over my body as we watch the plot unfold. Tilting my head up, I meet his lips with mine, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. As his hand slides up my body, I feel his firm grip around my throat while our kiss intensifies. I straddle him, feeling the heat of his body beneath me as our tongues dance. Sebastian’s hand slips into my shorts. He finds my clit quickly and rubs me gently as I grow wet for him. He pulls away from me to open his pants, wets his lips and looks into my eyes. The last few times we’ve hooked up has only been about me, and when I pull out his hard dick, I’m surprised to see the silver piercings down his shaft.
“Did this hurt?” I ask, realizing that’s probably a stupid question.
“It did at first, but not now. If you aren’t comfortable going further, we can do something else.” Running my fingers down over the bars, the groan that he lets out fills me with need. I stand to pull my shorts off and then hover over him, lowering myself down slowly. I feel every ridge as he enters me. His hands grip my hips tightly as I take all of him.
“Fuck, this is better than I would have ever imagined,” he says as his eyes lower over the front of us. Holding onto his shoulders, I ride him at my pace. One of his hands moves between us, his thumb strokes my clit, and his other hand grabs me by the throat as he pumps into me.
“Sebastian, I’m going to come,” I whisper as the pleasure courses through my body. The way his eyes look into mine, as if he wants to devour me, sends me over the edge. He stands without putting me down and walks me to my bedroom. My back hits the comforter as he lowers me and fucks into me harder.
“You feel incredible. I’m not going to last.” He hooks his arm under my leg, and the angle sets fire to my body and spots cover my eyes as I come again, harder than I ever have in my life. He doesn’t stop, and soon he pulls out, lifts my shirt, and comes over my stomach. “My sweet dove, that was incredible.”
I turn my head and look at his sweaty face, biting the inside of my lip, emotions swirl through me. I lean over to kiss his cheek before I get up to clean up in the bathroom. We fall asleep quickly when I return.
Ten
Sebastian
As I walk up to her door to pick her up for dinner with her mother, my nerves swirl in my stomach. The thought of her mother not liking me doesn't worry me. I’m more certain of thatthan anything. I’m worried about Marla and what effect tonight will have on her.
As I knock, the door opens and my breathing almost stops. Marla is dressed in a simple black dress, the sleeves halfway down her forearms, and it cuts off around her knee. Her hair is straight, red lipstick adorns her lips, she has leather cuffs on both wrists and red gemstones grace her ears. She is a vision of perfection. I want to take her away and protect her from everything that may come.
“Sebastian, you look great. Do you want to come in while I order an Uber?”
I look down at my dark jeans and t-shirt and wonder what she sees. Lifting my sunglasses onto my head, I step forward and draw her in for a kiss. My hand cups her lower back, and her hand falls against my chest.
“I have a car.” This surprises her. I wait while she grabs her purse, and we’re out the door.
“I’ll give you her address,” she says, rattling off the address, and I roughly know where we’re heading. “I’d rather walk anywhere with you than drive, but this is too far to walk.” I laugh and link my fingers with hers as we walk to the car.
“How was your day?” I ask her as we drive to her mother's.
“It was good. I got a lot of projects done. I had a meeting, and one of my clients wants to take me on full-time,” her smile lights up the car. “How was yours?”
“I’m so incredibly proud of you. All your talent and hard work is finally being recognized. My day was alright, just took care of some gardening.” We drive in comfortable silence. My hand never leaves her knee until we pull into the driveway.
When we get out of the car, I put my arm around her waist. The short walk to the door is all the time needed for Marla’s entire body to tense under my touch.
“This house has a heavy cloud of despair over it,” I whisper, and Marla gives me a meek smile. She presses the doorbell, and I lower my hand to squeeze hers. Her reaction to coming here breaks my heart.
“She won’t like me, but that’s not my problem. You are incredible, and you need to remember that,” I whisper as we wait.
A middle-aged woman with pin-straight, dark brown hair appears. She has green eyes and awful square glasses that don’t match her face, which is heavily caked in makeup. “Oh, you must be Sebastian. Nice to meet you. I’m Violet.” She doesn’t offer her hand, and I don’t stick mine out. I'm almost certain we've crossed paths before, maybe years ago, when she looked younger and had a more natural appearance.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Her eyes stare at me in disdain, but she holds her tongue.
“Glad to see you can dress up, Marla.” My dove flinches, her mother's words are meant to cut and hurt.
As we walk up the stairs, I look around. Large chestnut china cabinets line the walls, filled to the brim with knickknacks and pictures. I see none of Marla, which is unfortunate. Walking to the kitchen, the smell of steamed vegetables hangs in the air. “I hope you both are hungry. I’ve been working hard again. I made vegetables, rice and a chicken recipe I found online.”
Marla’s eyes fall on the dishes. “Thank you, Mom. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“Of course I did. It’s not every day that you come over with a man. How did you guys meet? Oh, my manners. Can I get you anything to drink?” her eyes are on me.
