make you…” His words trail off in a groan of pleasure.
I wrap my hand around him and move it up and down in sync with my head-bobbing, relishing the gurgles that come from him. His fist tightens in my hair, and I make out the words, “I’m coming.”
I giggle but continue sucking. When he does come, hot spurts of his essence—salty and smooth—shoot into the back of my throat. I drink it all in, content in the fact that I’ve rendered Sebastian stupid. And it feels incredible.
He pushes me back and his eyes take on a predatory look. I realize I might have made a mistake doing that. Sebastian looks like he wants to get back at me for it, which could be fun.
I decide to enjoy it as he tugs the robe completely off and wraps his arms around me, his body covering mine on the bed. Then he takes my breast into his mouth and moans, his steely girth pressing into my thigh. Is he hard again already? Or did he never get soft?
My head falls back on the soft pillow, and I let myself experience the sensations arcing through my body. Who knew my breasts were such an erogenous area? His arms tremble as he balances himself over me, laving my breasts with his tongue. His teeth scrape the nipple and then his lips latch onto it, sucking, before moving on to the other. Each pass and suckle sends a shock of desire straight to my core, and I can’t help it. My hips are writhing, I’m pulling at his golden locks, and I’m simply lost.
Yup. He can kiss my breasts for a lifetime and I’ll be happy.
But then Sebastian moves. His hands and mouth are everywhere. My waist, my hips, my bellybutton, lower still. He ghosts kisses over my thighs, the stubble on his face glancing over my sex, and I have to watch him.
He looks up at me with a grin on his face but doesn’t say anything. It’s like he knows that what he’s about to do is going to send me flying, and he’s looking forward to it.
“Yes,” I urge him on, shameless. He latches on to my core and I hear a low moan rumbling through the air and realize that it came from me.
Oh. My. God.
His tongue is positively delicious. It’s swirling around and flicking things down there I wasn’t entirely aware I had. Men have gone down on me before; I haven’t lived like a nun. Well, okay, two men. But neither was particularly good at it. And neither of them did it very much. So I really had no comparison.
He sticks two fingers inside me, and light bursts behind my eyes. Oh my God. He’s rubbing a spot in there. This is…is…is…
OH MY GOD!
My fingers are still in his hair, my hips pressing into his face in an embarrassing way, and now my thighs clamp around his face, no doubt smothering him.
But I have never felt anything like this before. It’s an exquisite pain I never want to end.
His tongue slows as I come down from what is for sure the biggest orgasm of my life. He laps me up like an ice cream cone, and I go limp on the bed.
“Condom,” he moans. “I have to get one.”
I stifle a whimper of protest as he slides off the bed and rustles around in his clothing. But he returns a minute later, his thick erection sheathed and ready.
I revel in the sensations of his body, the warmth and heat of it as he crawls up, kissing my body in reverse order as he makes his way back. When he reaches my mouth, I taste myself on his tongue as he surges inside me.
I come alive again on a gasp. He fills me so completely I can barely think, much less breathe. We moan together as we join, his mouth still on mine in a kiss I never want to end. He’s seeking, exploring, and I’m loving every second of it. Together, we taste like heaven, the unique flavor of his mouth I remember from so long ago coupled with my essence on his tongue.
Warmth from the friction of him pulsing in and out washes over me. He disengages his lips from mine and lowers his head to my neck, each breath heating me from the inside out, but it’s not a normal warmth. No, this is a white-hot heat that brings me to a climax almost as fast as