Chapter 39 Sebastian
Sebastian
"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
The words feel inadequate the moment they leave my mouth. Beautiful doesn't even begin to cover what Mia is standing before me in that black lace that barely conceals anything. Beautiful is for sunsets and paintings. What she is deserves a word that doesn't exist.
Cradling her face between my palms, I kiss her slow, deep, and thorough. She makes a small sound of surprise against my mouth before melting into me.
"Sebastian," she breathes when we finally break apart.
"We have all night for commands," I tell her, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "Right now, I just need to taste you."
I kiss her again, walking her backward into her bedroom and not stopping until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She clutches my shoulders as we tumble onto the mattress together. The lace of her lingerie scratches against my chest, a teasing barrier I'm suddenly desperate to remove.
But not quickly. This moment deserves to be savored.
Pulling back, I kneel between her spread thighs. "Keep your hands above your head."
She complies immediately, raising her arms and gripping the edge of her pillow.
The position arches her back slightly and pushes her lace-covered breasts up in silent offering.
The sight of her like this makes my chest tighten with something that goes so far beyond desire it should fucking terrify me.
"Good girl," I murmur, and the flush that spreads across her cheeks is intoxicating.
Starting at her ankles, I trace my fingers up the delicate lace of her stockings, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch. When I reach the garter clips at her thighs, I take my time unfastening each one, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin.
"Do you have any idea," I say between kisses, "what you do to me? Seeing you like this?"
Sliding my hands up to her hips, my fingertips trace the waistband of her panties but I don’t remove them. "You make me want things I've never allowed myself to want," I admit. "Make me feel things I've spent years convincing myself I don't need."
By the time I've removed both stockings, her breathing has quickened and her thighs tremble slightly under my touch.
I move up her body, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. As the fabric falls away, I can't help the groan that escapes me at the sight of her perfect breasts spilling free, nipples already tight and begging for attention.
"You're fucking gorgeous," I tell her, bending to take one rosy peak into my mouth. The sound she makes vibrates through her chest against my lips. I suck harder, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and her back arches off the bed.
"Sebastian, please," she pants, arms straining to stay above her head as I ordered.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while my hand slides down her stomach to the edge of her panties. Her hips lift in silent plea, but I ignore it, fingers simply tracing the lacey edge without dipping beneath.
"Patience," I murmur against her skin. "We have all night."
I keep teasing her until the sexiest growl of frustration blows over her lips. It’s only then that I slowly drag her underwear down her legs. When she's completely bare beneath me, I stand at the foot of the bed, drinking in every inch of her naked form sprawled across her sheets.
Her hair is a wild tangle of red against the pillow, her skin flushed and marked with my attention. Her legs are slightly parted, enough that I can see that perfect pussy ready and begging for my mouth.
"I'm the only one who ever gets to see you like this." The words come out more possessive than I’d like but I can’t fucking help it. "Understand?"
"Yes," she whispers. "Only you."
Something primal and satisfied uncurls in my chest at her agreement. She's mine. Has been since the moment she stood up to me in the emergency room.
"Spread your legs wider," I growl. "And touch yourself."
With those pretty green eyes focused on mine, her hand slides between her thighs.
"Like this?" she asks, fingers circling her clit with deliberate slowness.
My mouth goes dry as I watch her touch herself. "Just like that," I manage, my voice strained with the effort of not throwing myself on top of her immediately. "Show me how you like to be touched."
She does, her movements growing more confident under my hungry gaze. Her back arches slightly off the bed as her fingers work faster and her other hand comes down to toy with her nipple.
"That's it," I encourage, unable to tear my eyes away. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mia."
Ready to be more than a spectator, I shrug my shirt off and let it fall to the floor without breaking eye contact. My jeans are next. I push them down along with my boxers. Mia's eyes drop to take in the sight of me naked, and her rhythm falters for a moment.
"Don't stop," I tell her, moving toward the bed. "Keep touching yourself."
She obeys, her fingers resuming their movement as I kneel between her spread legs. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I stroke myself in time with her moving fingers.
"Make yourself come." It comes out as a rough demand. "I want to see you fall apart while I watch."
She moans at my words, and her fingers speed up.
"That's it, baby. Show me how you like it."
Her breathing quickens, little whimpers escaping with each exhale. Her eyes though, stay locked on mine, and the intimacy of it is almost overwhelming.
Back arching off the bed, her climax tears from her throat with a cry that sounds like my name mixed with profanity.
The sight of her coming undone is so fucking beautiful I have to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from following her over the edge. I want to prolong this, to make this night last, to explore every inch of her body and every fantasy she's willing to share.
As her tremors subside, I reach for the hand she had inside herself and bring her fingers to my mouth. Her eyes widen as I suck them between my lips and my tongue swirls around to clean her release from her skin.
"You taste fucking incredible," I tell her, releasing my grip on myself to crawl up her body until we're face to face. "And you look even better when you come. All that control you hold onto so tightly just..." I trace a finger down her cheek, "...shatters."
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I study her. There's something so open and vulnerable in her expression that it my chest ache… and my cock even harder.
"Turn around."
Mia obeys without hesitation, immediately turning onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, I drag her toward the edge of the bed.
"Feet on the floor," I demand roughly.
She complies, sliding to the edge until her feet touch the hardwood. The position leaves her bent over the mattress with her perfect ass presented to me.
Stepping between her legs, I nudge them further apart with my knee. "Put your feet on top of mine."
She shifts, placing her feet atop mine, the position keeping her from slipping and giving me complete control over her stability.
"Good girl," I murmur, one hand stroking down her spine while the other positions my cock at her entrance. She's so wet I can feel it against my tip.
I’m inside her in one powerful thrust, the sensation so overwhelming we both gasp. She's tight and hot and perfect around me, her inner walls gripping me like she never wants to let go.
"Fuck," I groan, finding her hips and holding her steady as I withdraw almost completely before driving back in. "You feel incredible, Mia. So fucking perfect."
She makes a sound that might be agreement, or just pure pleasure. She clutches at the sheets as I establish a rhythm. Each thrust pushes her slightly up the bed before I pull her back to me. The friction of her tight pussy around me sends sparks of pleasure up my spine.
"More," she demands, pushing back to meet my next thrust. "Harder, Sebastian. Please."
I comply, my grip on her hips tightening as I increase both speed and force.
My right hand slides from her hip up to her shoulder, then down along the curve of her spine, tracing the dip of her lower back before reaching the swell of her ass.
I spread her cheeks slightly, exposing her other entrance to my gaze.
"Sebastian?"
"Shhh," I soothe, my thumb circling the tight pucker of her ass. "Just feeling you."
She relaxes slightly under my touch, and I increase the pressure, my thumb pressing just enough to tease but not enter and she gasps at the sensation.
"You like that?" I ask, continuing the gentle pressure as I maintain my thrusts.
"Yes," she admits, her voice muffled against the sheets. "I've never... but I want to. With you."
The admission makes my rhythm falter for a moment before I regain control. The thought of being the first to take her there, to introduce her to that particular pleasure, makes my cock throb inside her.
"I can't wait to take you there as well," I tell her, leaning forward to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. "To feel you stretching around me, to watch you take all of me in a way no one else ever has."
Her whole body shudders at my words.
Straightening back up, I grip her hips with both hands and increase my pace. The need to claim her, to mark her as mine, grows with each thrust. My fingers dig into her skin hard enough that I know she'll carry the imprint of them tomorrow, and the thought only spurs me on.
I can feel my own release building at the base of my spine, the familiar tightening that signals I'm close to the edge. My pace increases even more, each thrust driving deeper, harder, chasing the climax that threatens to consume us both.
"That's it, baby," I growl, my hand sliding up into her hair, fingers tangling in those wild curls. "Take everything I give you."
I bend down, pressing my lips to her shoulder blade. Her muscles are taut beneath me, her body trembling.
"I'm close," she gasps. "Sebastian, I'm so close."
The sound of my name on her lips, broken and pleading, pushes me right to the precipice. I sink my teeth into the curve of her shoulder just as her body explodes around me and she screams my name into the sheets.
The sensation of her coming undone beneath me and the way she cries out, triggers my own release. It takes only two more strokes before I come so hard, my vision goes white as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
We collapse together, both of us breathing hard. I gather her against my chest, holding her close as the aftershocks ripple through us both. Her heart hammers against my ribs, gradually slowing as we come down from the high.
"Holy shit," she whispers against my neck.
I press a kiss to her temple, arms tightening around her. "Are you okay?"
She nods, tilting her head back to look at me. Her eyes are bright, satisfied, and completely trusting. "More than okay."
Something swells in my chest at her words, at the way she looks at me like I've given her everything she never knew she needed. Because maybe I have. Maybe we've given each other exactly what we were both searching for without even knowing it.
"Good," I murmur, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. "Because I plan on keeping you like this for a very long time."