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Sebastian lets out a growl and thrusts a little against me. His cock is a hard ridge against my ass, and I move back instinctively to grind against him, as his hands keep massaging me with their expert touch.
My head tilts back to rest on his shoulder and I start to close my eyes, but Seb gives my nipples a quick tweak, making me gasp and lift my head to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“That’s right, watch yourself,” he instructs me, heated. “Watch how your body responds. Are you wet?”
I give a halting nod.
“Show me.”
He takes my right hand, and he guides it down, between my legs. He nudges them apart, baring me to the mirror. To my own fascinated eyes.
Sebastian nudges my hand deeper between my thighs, until my fingertips brush my clit.
I whimper.
“Touch yourself,” he whispers, urging me on. “Feel what I feel when I touch you, see just how wet you are.”
I can’t even think of resisting. I want it too much. I stroke myself again, then skim my fingers lower, dipping into my wetness. Sebastian groans. “Show me,” he commands, lifting my hand away.
My fingers glisten in the dim light.
Sebastian takes my wrist and guides it up towards his mouth. He licks my fingers, and I shudder at the filthy gesture.
“Your turn,” he says, and my eyes widen in surprise. But Sebastian is already guiding my fingers to my mouth. “Lick them clean,” he murmurs, pressing them into my mouth.
In a haze of desire, I do it, thrilled by the taste of myself, salty on my tongue.
“Good girl. Now, finish what you started. Touch that pretty pussy for me, get yourself off.”
I’m so turned on, I don’t need any more instruction. I reach between my thighs again and begin to play: Circling my clit in the steady, deep strokes that I know will get me there, every time. It won’t take long, I know, with Sebastian’s dark gaze locked on me in the mirror, and his hands moving now to caress and tweak at my breasts, my body is already wound tight and ready to break. Sexual tension is thick in the air, and my own touch sends pleasure shooting all the way from my center to the tips of my fingers and toes. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes while I do it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, but even as I twist tighter, cresting higher, release stays elusive, just out of reach.
A whimper falls from my lips, and I writhe in his arms, desperate.
“I-I can’t…” I sob, pressing back against him.
“What do you need?” Sebastian’s voice is thick with satisfaction. “What do you want from me?”
I blush. “Your fingers,” I gasp. “Please… Inside.”
Sebastian lets out another low groan, thrusting against my ass as he covers my hand with his own, stretching me with first one thick finger, and then the next, pumping them deep as I keep up my own strokes on my clit.
“Fuck…” my twisted cry of pleasure echoes in the silent house. “There, just like that. OhGod!”
The sensations are so good, and I have to force myself not to close my eyes—but I want to watch this, the sight of his hand and mine working together to drive me wild; our eyes locked in shocking intimacy in the mirror.
“That’s right, baby,” he groans. “Take what you need. Take it all the way.” He thrusts his fingers faster, and I speed up too, matching his pace as my body tightens—
I come with a cry, clutching onto him for balance as the pleasure rips through me. My legs give way, but Sebastian’s strong arms hold me up, his eyes still locked on mine as the waves crash through me, the muscles of my abdomen tighten and releasing over and over again, my body shaking in his arms.
Oh my god.
I’m shaken by the intensity of the orgasm, howconnectedwe were. I’m still reeling from it all as Sabastian produces a robe, wrapping me up in it, and leading me to the velvet chaise. He sits down, pulling me into his lap, and I gladly collapse there, breathing fast.
He strokes my hair softly, holding me curled against him. “You did so well, my Sparrow,” he whispers. “I’m proud of you.”
I feel a foreign glow of satisfaction at his praise. But slowly, my senses come back to me, and I realize I’m crushed in his arms, with his cock pressed hard against me. I wriggle against it instinctively, feeling Sebastian’s hard muscles tense.
His touch is still slow. Reassuring. But I can hear his breathing turn labored, as if he’s anticipating something more to come.
