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“You love my cock. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned. He bent down to kiss me, and I held him close, my control slipping.
He pulled out almost all the way again before slamming into me, taking me right over the edge.
“Sebastian,” I moaned again, waves of pleasure washing over me. Over and over again.
My muscles contracted, squeezing his cock. “Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”
Sebastian continued to rock into me, thrusting hard, and his eyes were on me when he came seconds later.
My arms were shaky from holding myself up, so I draped them over his shoulders. “Holy shit. My arms are going to be sore tomorrow.”
I felt his warm breath in my ear as he chuckled, voice hoarse. “I bet that’s not the only thing that’s going to be sore.”
“Oh, please. My vagina is tough, it will be just fine.”
He burst into laughter and I sighed, running my fingers through his short hair, internally loving these little moments between us. The little moments that made this so much more than just sex or attraction, but something more. Something real.
TWENTY-FIVE
FAITH
“Oh shit. We have to get to my art class.” I stumbled out of bed after another Earth-shattering orgasm. I was about to return the favor when I remembered it was Friday. After everything that happened with Willow, I’d completely lost track of time. “Shit. Shit. Shit. What time is it?”
Sebastian launched himself out of bed, his hair in disarray. I froze for a second to appreciate how good he looked with his freshly fucked hair.
Admire him later, Faith.
I cleared my throat. “Time?”
Sebastian consulted his watch. “We have three hours.”
I groaned. We’d be lucky to make it in time. Traffic in the city on a Friday afternoon tended to be a nightmare.
Sebastian threw on his clothes while I did the same as I attempted to find my brush, which had inexplicably disappeared off the face of the planet. Not having any luck, I finger combed my hair, then checked my wrists for a hair tie. Finding one, I threw my hair in a messy topknot and called it a day.
“I have to pee. I’ll meet you at the car in three.” I darted off to the bathroom.
A few minutes later we were buckled in and headed to the city. While I wanted to spend quality time talking about us, I spent it sketching out my lesson plan instead. Damn my procrastination. I scrambled for inspiration, trying to figure out what would work best to teach the teens tonight.
* * *
Class went well. The teens loved painting Willow because you’d better believe I made them paint my favorite pup. After the night before, I wanted a dozen Willow paintings gracing Sebastian’s house to remind him how much that dog is loved. I even began class making sure everyone would be fine with me taking their work. They all seemed thrilled to be asked, and it dovetailed into a lengthy conversation about how to sign your work. Was it better to use your initials? Hide your name on the canvas somewhere? Mark it with huge, sweeping letters? They all had strong opinions on the matter. Something I appreciated greatly. Once they signed their work, they insisted on seeing actual photos of Willow.
Sebastian grumbled from his spot in the back of the classroom but obliged the group, sliding through his camera app as teens crowded behind him.
I may have snuck a few photos of my own because the whole scene charmed me to pieces.
The man had a heart of gold, dammit. Gone was the illusion that he was some aloof man in the periphery of my life. My awareness of him had only heightened since sleeping together and it freaked me the fuck out.
Most men in my past were nothing special. My feelings for them weren’t a fraction of the feelings I had for Sebastian.
And that scared the shit out of me. Not knowing if this was all temporary. This had started as a safe place to stay away from the paparazzi and an attempt to reclaim my muse. It had turned into so much more, but how long would it last? My sudden disappearance from the city had drawn some speculations from the blogs and anonymous Instagram accounts. By the time the next couple of weeks were up, it should be safe to go home. Back to my normal life, whatever the hell that was. I couldn’t be sure anymore because certainly nothing felt normal now that my mom wasn’t in this world with me.
A nagging thought in the back of my mind struck. It did feel normal being with Sebastian. Comfortable and easy in a way that I’d never felt with a man.
We'd depleted our energy in bed the last few days and nights, and rushing to the city for today's class had drained me entirely. The day finally caught up with me, hitting me like a sledgehammer.
