“Sebastian,” she panted.
“Got your skate on, love?”
Actually, she’d forgotten all about lacing it. She’d forgotten everything except his hands on her. She tried to concentrate, but it was impossible to function when his fingers glided over her folds. “I can’t,” she breathed. “You touching me is too distracting.”
“Shall I stop?”
“No. God, no.” She loved his touch.
His hand slid around her front and cupped her breast. “You smell so good. I forgot how wonderful you smell. What’s your soap this week?”
Her soap? She didn’t have one. “No soap, just me and junk food.”
His thumb stroked over her nipple even as his mouth brushed her shoulder. “Then it’s just you that smells mouthwatering.”
She gave a little sigh of pleasure at his sweet words. His fingers dipped into her core again and her sigh turned into a moan as she tried to push down against his hand, to force his fingers deeper and give herself the satisfaction she wanted.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her shoulder. His hand moved up, fingers skating over her clit, and he gave it a quick rub. “Skates on, then the fun begins.”
She moaned, her hands going back to her skate as he continued to circle her clit with his fingertips. Slowly, deliberately, she tried to ignore the sensations curling through her body as she laced the skate up. Then, she dropped her leg, and his fingers pushed hard against her clit. She cried out and clung to him, tilting her face up for a kiss.
His mouth brushed over hers, and then he grinned. “Now the other skate, baby.”
She groaned, but forced herself to drag it on. Instead of hiking her leg onto the low back of the couch again, she bent at the waist and began to do up her laces. His hands slid away, cupping her ass, and he began to press kisses on the backs of her thighs. It made shivers move up her spine, and she was utterly relieved when she finished lacing her second skate and straightened. “All done.”
Chelsea now wore her knee socks, her skates, and her tiny skirt that covered absolutely nothing. She cupped her breasts and turned to face Sebastian. “I’m ready for my orgasm now.”
He grinned and his hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. “Are you, now?”
She nodded, and reached between them, gripping his erect cock in her hand. His jeans were loose at his waist, his cock freed. His skin felt scorching hot against hers, and she moaned. “I want you, Sebastian.”
“I want you, too, baby.” Sebastian’s mouth moved over hers in the barest tease of a kiss. “But I want to taste you, first.”
A shiver rippled through her at his words. “Yeah?”
“Over the edge of the couch, baby,” he said, turning her toward it. “Put that sweet ass in the air.”
She did as he commanded, feeling wickedly naughty. The sofa was just high enough that her hips went over it, and her skates barely touched the ground behind her. Her ass thrust into the air, and as she bent over, Sebastian pushed her legs apart. Another erotic little thrill shot through her.
“That’s what I wanted,” Sebastian murmured, and she felt his hands move down the backs of her thighs. A moment later, he pushed her forward a little, spreading her legs more.
And then his face was buried in her pussy.
A little shriek escaped her. Then her hands were digging into the couch, and the moans began. Sebastian’s mouth moved over her folds, seeking the entrance to her core, and she felt his tongue press inside, penetrating her. And it felt incredible. A cry escaped her throat and she rocked back against him.
He made an “Mmmm” of pleasure and his hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he fucked her with his tongue. Over and over, he pushed it into her pussy, deep inside of her, licking her from within.
Chelsea began to tremble all over, her breathing rapid. “Sebastian, please. Oh, god. I need . . . Oh . . . I need you to fuck me, baby.”
“Not yet,” he said between licks, and she moaned a protest. He nipped the curve of her bottom, and then she felt a finger slide into her. He rubbed it in and out inside of her, and it seemed he was searching for something.
And then he touched her in one spot and her legs jerked like a marionette.
A loud squeal escaped her.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “That’s just the spot I was looking for.” His finger rubbed against her G-spot again, and Chelsea’s cries became choked, her body clenching helplessly around his fingers.
“Sebastian,” she panted. “Please. Oh, please!”
“Come for me first,” he told her, and rubbed her G-spot again.
Pleasure exploded through her, and Chelsea’s cry was buried in the couch cushions as she came. Wetness slid down her thighs and Sebastian’s fingers continued to work in and out of her as he murmured encouraging words to her. Over and over, he pumped into her with his fingers and she came for what felt like forever.
When she finally stopped quaking, a long sigh escaped her and she clung to the couch cushions, feeling wrung out.
“That looked delicious,” he said, and dragged his tongue over her damp inner thighs.
Chelsea moaned, pushing against his tongue. How did he always feel so good, no matter how he touched her? It was like he’d brought her to life.
She loved it. Loved his touch, his caresses, his words, his dirty talk, his everything. “I love you, Sebastian,” she said softly. “So, so much.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the rounded cheek of her ass. “I love you, too, but I’m not done with you yet, baby. Let me get out a condom.”
“All right,” she said. “I’ll just be here, all limp and with legs like noodles.” She patted the couch cushions and gave a little wriggle. “Needing a good fucking.”
His hand slapped her ass lightly, and she gave a little squeal. “I’m not leaving. I’m just getting it out of my wallet.”
“Mmm, you came prepared.”
“I came hoping for the best, because I was not going to let you walk out of my life again. Even if it meant moving to Austin to be with you, I’d do it.”
A happy smile curved her mouth. “You’re the best man.”
“Wait until I get inside you.” The sound of a condom packet punctuated his comment. “Then you’ll really think I’m the best.”
“Arrogant,” she said with a chuckle.
“Just someone who knows how to please his wife.” A moment later, the head of his cock pressed against her pussy, and he dragged it slowly over her folds, back and forth.
Chelsea moaned, desire returning in a rush. Her nipples hardened, and she fought the urge to buck up against him, to force his cock inside her. The glide of his flesh over hers felt incredible. “Oh, god, that’s so good.”
“Looks pretty fucking amazing from this side, too,” Sebastian told her, and repeated the motion.
She pushed her ass out farther, so it was sticking out, and he hummed his appreciation at the small movement. “I want you inside me, Sebastian. Please. Fill me up.”
“My sweet Chelsea. My beautiful wife,” he said softly, and then pushed into her.
She gasped. Being filled up by him—there was no sensation like it in the world. That first thrust always startled her with how good, and how achingly deep it felt. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
Sebastian groaned and thrust into her again. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and then he began to thrust into her from behind. “God, you feel so fucking amazing, baby. I love being deep inside you.”
She whimpered as he pushed deep into her with each thrust. “I love you. So much.”
“Love you, too,” he gritted, and his thrusts became harder, his skin slapping against hers with each stroke. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. And no one’s ever going to come between us. Ever again.”
“Ever,” she agreed, panting. Her desire was ratcheting up again, his rough thrusts making her ache with every plunge of his cock into her. Her breasts swayed and brushed against the pillows with every thrust, and even that small motion aroused her. “I’m yours. Forever.”