He pulled my hair, making me squeal. “Very funny.”
I giggled, picking up my head to look at him. “I’m teasing. I want to be here. I needed this.”
“Needed what?”
“Just…this.” Even I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d meant, but something about being there in his arms, feeling wanted and beautiful and free and sexy—it gave me hope. I’d felt so bad about myself for so long that I’d forgotten it was possible to feel this good, this excited about life and its twists and turns. Maybe it was just a physical thing between us, but it was enough, and if it fulfilled a need in him too, then all the better.
We kissed, slowly and lazily, his tongue parting my lips. After a moment, one of his hands stole up to my breast, squeezing it softly, and I moved a hand between his legs, stroking him like I had earlier in the boat, feeling him come to life beneath my palm. “I’m glad you’re here too,” he whispered against my lips. “Otherwise I’d be upstairs in my bed jerking off to you right now.”
My core muscles tightened at the image, and I pressed my hand over his erection. “You just put a very naughty thought in my head.”
“What’s that?” His fingers teased my nipple through the thin material of my dress, making them both stiffen and tingle.
“I want to watch that.”
He went still. “You do?”
I bit my lip. “Sorry, is that too dirty? I’ve never watched anyone do it before, I just think it would be hot to watch you. But it’s probably too dirty.”
“No. No. You just surprised me is all.” He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue more demanding, sliding between my lips with a skill that started a hum between my legs. “Want to come upstairs?” he asked, his voice low and playful.
“Yes.”
He stood and took my arm, helping me up. I went to pick up my shoes, but he yanked me toward the cabin
“Leave them.” He pulled me roughly across the patio and through the sliding door. A minute later I was breathlessly climbing the ladder to the loft. When I reached the top, I was surprised at how light it was up there—the moonlight shining in the huge window bathed the entire room in silver. Sebastian came up behind me and lifted my dress by the hem, and I raised my arms. He slipped the garment off my head and when I turned to face him, he was turning it right side out, as if he were going to hang it up or something.
“Really, Sebastian?” I grabbed the thing and threw on the floor.
“It’s a nice dress.”
“Oh, God. You’re so cute. But fuck the dress. And fuck your shirt too.” I started unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers trembling with the need to touch him. He helped me finish and I shoved it down his shoulders, dropping it next to my dress. Grabbing his white t-shirt at the neck, he tugged it off, adding to the pile of clothing on the floor. Immediately, I threw my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his warm, bare chest and crushing my mouth to his. He wrapped his arms around my back and lifted me off the floor, and I instinctively circled his trim waist with my legs. His muscular torso felt hot and hard against my inner thighs.
“Your body is incredible,” I panted as he moved his hands beneath my ass. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on it all day.”
“I’ve been hard for you for two days,” he said, his fingers kneading my flesh. “And we both know that two is better than one, so I win.”
Turning us toward the bed, he knelt on the mattress, laying me down gently on my back before pulling my drenched panties down my legs. I propped myself on my elbows, excited to watch him take his pants off and get started on the show. But after removing his shoes, he crawled up my body, lowering his mouth to my chest.
“Hey.” I fidgeted impatiently. “You said I could watch.”
“You can. You can watch me do this.” He drew a circle around one hard nipple with his tongue before sucking it hard. “You can watch me do this.” He dragged his tongue in a line straight south, making my clit tingle. “And you can watch me do this.”
Pushing my legs apart, he buried his tongue in my pussy, stroking up through the center and lingering at the top before doing it again.
“Oh, God…” It felt so fucking good, and watching him do it made me so hot, I couldn’t bring myself to protest. My mouth hung open as he slowly circled my clit with his tongue, dizzying, decadent arcs that made my toes curl and my hands claw at his crisp white bedsheets. Then he sucked it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it.
“You taste even better than I imagined, Skylar Nixon.” He picked up his head for just a second. “And I imagined it a lot. So you have to let me have this.” Dropping his mouth to me again, he pressed my thighs wider as he worked his tongue and lips and teeth over me until the room was spinning and I could hardly breathe.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” I panted. “You’re amazing. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
“Good. Let me feel it.”
I gasped as I felt one finger slide inside me. Then two. Somehow his fingers and tongue worked in some sort of tandem magic that had my back arching off the bed, my toes pointing.
“Oh God! What are you doing to me?” Dropping my head back, I fisted my hands in his sheets and writhed beneath his agile tongue and dexterous fingers.
Actually, writhed doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I thrashed and moaned and cursed and grabbed his head and rocked my hips, grinding against his greedy mouth until I exploded in feverish bursts of white hot madness, crying out with every rhythmic pulse around his fingers and against his tongue.
When my body had stopped convulsing, he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. “Still want to watch?”
“Fuck yes, I do.” Panting, I braced myself on my elbows, watching as he stepped off the bed and got completely naked. Moonlight dusted his shoulders and hair, outlining the powerful masculine lines of his body. The front of him was in shadow, but I could make out the serious expression, the flat hard stomach, the fully erect cock. It stood out from his body as he came toward me, and I nearly lunged for it, mouth open.
He knelt on the bed again, legs apart, and took himself in his fist. Slowly he began working his hand up and down its thick, hard length. I was breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “God. I could watch you all day.”
“I can still taste you.” His voice was low and gravelly. “You’re on my tongue, like honey.”
“Oh, God.” Desire ignited again inside me. I sat all the way up, knees wide, one hand moving between my legs. “I’m so wet. You’ve got me dripping.”
“Yes,” he hissed, his jaw clenched. His hand moved faster. “Drip all over your fingers. Let me watch.”
Without tearing my eyes from his body, I rubbed my clit in hard, steady circles, widening my knees and arching my back. The second orgasm built even quicker than the first, gathering momentum inside a minute. “Christ,” I whispered, working my fingers faster, watching the muscles in Sebastian’s abs and forearm and shoulder flex. “You’re going to make me come again. And you’re not even touching me.”
A few seconds later his body was sprawled over mine, his cock pushing easily inside my slick wet center. “I can’t take it, you’re too beautiful,” he whispered, driving deep. “And I’ve thought of this so many times—I can’t have you in my bed and not be inside you.”
“I want you inside me.” I clawed his back, his arms, his ass, digging my fingers into his flesh, pulling him closer. “You feel so good there.” And he did—so good I was starting to panic this was the best sex I’d ever have and I’d never feel this way again. What if this was a one-time deal? What if tomorrow the voice in his head told him he’d smother me in my sleep if I stayed the night? He reached behind me, tilting my hips up so he could rub the hard base of his cock against my clit as he rocked into me. I was both amazed and terrified by his skill, by his size, by the way he knew exactly what I needed to feel. Deep inside me, something began to tighten.
Too deep.
That deep.