Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,40

held me firm.

“Lillian it’s just a dream, your safe…I have you!” He kissed the top of my head and my internal alarms began to yell at me.

I knew that voice, and I knew that English accent.

Sebastian…but how?

Pulling up from him, he released his hold and his hand at the nape of my neck. I watched as he laid his body back down to the bed.

Oh, shit!

Looking down at him and his bare chest…I tensed and looked to myself…I was exposed…no shirt just my bare chest and me. I raised my eyes to his. He smiled deviously, and said nothing. Finding control of my hand, I lowered it down and between my legs.

Oh, thank god. I had my underwear on. Closing my eyes, I released the air from my lungs.

“Lillian…I’m not that kind of guy.” He paused, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. “How are you feeling?”

My head started to throb. The ache, circling from the back to the front. I lowered my head squinting in pain. He eased me back down to his chest.

“My head?” I whispered through the pain.

“Perhaps we should take you to the ER, and have you checked out Lillian?”

“I don’t need the ER to tell I’m hung over Sebastian!” pausing, the reality of where I was hit. “How did I get here?” and why the fuck was I naked in bed with you?

“I brought you here last night after you passed out in my arms. I didn’t know where you lived, so this made sense to me.”

Still on his chest, I realized that he and I were tangled and wrapped up in each other.

Double shit…

Moving my leg, I hit his very bare and very hard arousal.

Moving my leg, I hit his very bare and very hard arousal. Dear lord, he was completely nude under the sheets. Who does that? Closing my eyes, debating what I should do next, wasn’t an option. His arms gripped me tight.

Before I could blink, he had me on my back. Looking up at him, I knew what he wanted but his slight hesitation, made me doubt what he planned to do. His hand, tenderly moving my hair from my face and his eyes beseeching mine. Shit, he looked so different. He looked to me with such care and concern. Sebastian’s gaze implored mine, searching for a hidden answer with in me. He looked to me in want and need. But, the need was more than sex.

He lowered down and kissed my cheek then jaw. Unaware of my own body, I found my hands cautiously moving up his arms landing lightly around his neck. His hands moved slow and deliberately, just grazing my skin. Down the length of me and to my panties snaking around my back, he lifted me from the bed forcing my back to arch as he pulled my panties off and down my legs. Why the hell wasn’t I stopping him? His blue eyes, staring into mine, his expression held no malice, just a longing, pure and sober. The look in his eyes scared the shit out of me. Catching my breath his head lowered down to the side of mine and my lungs burned with the need for air. Pulling in a desperate breath, my body trembled from the pure intimacy he invoked.

His lips and tongue moved down with purpose pausing at my chest. Gingerly, his hand cupped my breast as his mouth sensually took my nipple. Teasing the bud, he sucked hard pulling. My arousal skyrocketed with each careful stroke of his tongue. The sensation relaxed my nerves instantly and pulled the desire hidden within me. Sebastian’s free hand slid down and between my legs, slowly teasing the outer edges of my bared center. Slowly he broke into the wet slits of my pussy, easing down into my soaked and desperate desire. With two fingers he drove inside me only to slow his actions. Shifting slowly, he was taking his time to learn my body. Locating my g-spot, he began to work me. Slow at first, with each thrust of his fingers, began to fuck me with them, adding a third finger. Letting go my body began to respond to his movements, arching into his thrusts.

Taking me just to the edge, he removed his hand. It was as if he sensed my need to climax and just stopped. My body withered under his, needing and begging for the climax he denied.

Pausing, he was up on his knees and his hands moved