I writhed under his touch, urging him higher. The pure hunger I felt for him making me crazed.
Was this what it was always supposed to feel like?
An insatiable need to have them own your body and soul?
The realisation that I would have done absolutely anything he asked so long as he didn’t stop made me heady. When his fingers finally brushed the side of my breast, he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra at the same time as I gasped with need. He groaned into my mouth, and it was single handedly the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
He hastily reached for the hem of my jumper and lifted it above my head as I raised my arms to take it off. Staring at my now bare chest, he greedily took in my hard nipples, his eyes flaring before he nuzzled into my neck, kissing and moving down. I shamelessly arched in closer, wanting to feel my skin on his, and I ground into him, my nipples hardening further under his touch. He kissed his way down my throat, before hoisting me up against the door, forcing my legs to lock around him.
“Holy shit, Sebastian,” I hissed, when he took my nipple into his mouth, ripping at his hair with unabashed desire.
I felt close to the edge already. His touch triggering such carnality in me that I lost focus on where I ended and he began but I knew there was still too much clothing between us. I wanted him to trail that tongue down my body and show me what it felt like to have his mouth everywhere. Because if his tongue felt that good on my chest, I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like where I really wanted him.
He licked patterns across my skin before greedily drawing my other nipple into his mouth evoking another moan from me. His hand moved to where he’d just been sucking, still wet from his touch as he pinched the peak between his fingers andoh god, I was done.
“Please take me to bed,” I begged, his tongue continuing the rapid flicker against my skin and I could think of nothing other than what it was going to feel like having him inside me.
“I don’t think I'm going to be able to control myself with you, babe.” His soft words, mumbled against my chest were so faint I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear, but I grinned all the same. I loved his honesty, but more than that I loved the affection accompanying him calling mebabe. The ownership associated with referring to me in an intimate and endearing way.
“Why do you think I came back?” I panted, “I want you to own me.” I said with a certitude I knew to my core. I trusted him without any shadow of a doubt.
“I need you to be sure, because once I taste you, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to stop.” He was breathing hard and his words, while providing an opportunity for me to cease this before it went any further, only made me want him more.
“Seb,” I spoke against his mouth, “I want you to take control and make it memorable,” I added with a wink which was supposed to be seductive but based on the slight smirk he gave me, maybe missed the mark.
He carried me to his bedroom, never once breaking his lips from my neck and when he placed me on his bed and stood before me, I was speechless. The moonlight shadowed his muscles, and I licked my lips at the thought that he washerewithme,and I was enough for someone so perfect. His eyes again raked my body, and I pressed my chest up, my head rolling back at the overwhelming need to have him touch me again. As if reading my mind, he stalked forward, reaching for the hem of my sweatpants while looking me directly in the eyes.
“If you want me to stop, you say so,” he said and I sat up on my elbows and wrapped my feet around the back of his legs pulling him down until he fell over me, his hands holding him up on either side. Grazing his cheek with my fingertips I felt bold.
“I don’t want you to stop. I need you to fuck me,” I said, lifting my hips to allow him the ease needed to take off my pants.
He groaned, sliding them down my legs and standing back to look at me laid bare, only wearing the lace panties I’d purposely chosen hoping for a moment like this.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he admired, before trailing a path of kisses up my thighs.
I lifted myself off the bed, desperate for him to again give me some kind of friction where I needed him most. I knew after the heavy petting and the feel of his cock grinding against me, I was already wet for him.
“So impatient,” he chastised with a cheeky grin, his hair a mess from where I yanked on it earlier and he looked freaking adorable. He kissed along the edge of my panties before moving them to the side and I felt his breath whispering against me as he spoke.
“Fuck, you’re so ready. I’m going to devour this gorgeous little pussy.” When he finally descended and his tongue grazed my clit, I groaned loudly, gripping the sheets hard to stop myself from suffocating him in my thighs. He took his time, placing soft kisses along my skin, moving up my stomach before he drew patterns with his tongue across my chest.
When he took my nipple in his mouth again, he grazed his fingers across the other sending electric sensations to my already throbbing clit.
I was panting loudly but I couldn’t for the life of me stop.
I never knew my nipples being touched could be a catalyst to making me wetter than I already was. But the way he was moving his mouth and hands was hot as fuck. I thrust my hips up, rubbing against his leg, desperate for any form of pressure to ease the ache.
“Hearing you moan is the best thing I’ve ever heard,” his words were molten lava to my core, and I silently vowed to whatever celestial being was listening that I would do whatever was needed to hold onto this indescribable pleasure. He slid my panties down my legs until I was fully naked and again stood and assessed my now entirely naked body. Moving atop me, he lightly rubbed my tattoo before he replaced his fingers with a delicate kiss.
It felt like I had been waiting forever to be in this very position and now I was ravenous.
Moving down to my soaked core, he slowly teased my opening with his fingers, drawing a line down my skin as he lightly licked and nipped at me.
“Oh god,” I drawled.
The intensity was undeniable – me, him, this moment. Everything about it was scorching.
I was lost to anything other than the man in front of me. I grabbed his hair, and he groaned, sending a vibration reverberating through me.
