32. Lily
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LILY
H e kissed me like it was the last time we’d ever see each other—a sensual place caught between wild longing and desperate hunger.
It was lips, tongue, need .
Sebastian held my head to his, his fingers threaded through my hair. I could do nothing but hold on to his arms as his kiss ignited my body in a way I didn’t know existed outside of my romance novels.
His kiss tasted of yearning and frustration. I moaned as his other hand gripped my arse, hauling me against him. His erection dug into me, making me moan even louder.
Sebastian grunted, slipping his hand from my hair to join the other one on my butt.
He squeezed it and we stumbled back against the wall.
It broke the kiss and Sebastian stared down at my mouth, his eyes hooded.
His voice was thick as he confessed, “I’ve fantasized about doing many a filthy thing to your gorgeous arse. ”
My belly clenched, low and deep. “Like what?”
“I’d prefer to show you. But first …” His mouth crushed over mine again.
He tasted of champagne and something all him.
I’d never been much a fan of kissing. It wasn’t that I disliked it, but it wasn’t my favorite part of foreplay.
Yet with Sebastian, it was different. His tongue caressing mine was turning me on in a way a kiss never had.
I needed him inside me.
Before I changed my mind.
Sebastian’s mouth left mine as I fumbled for the zip on his jeans. His breath puffed against my forehead as he looked down between us. Sliding his hand under my dress, his thumb pressed the fabric against my clit. I shivered, arousal squeezing my inner muscles. “Let me take care of you first.”
I shook my head. “I … after. I just want …”
“What do you want?” He ducked his head to press a kiss to my throat. “Lily, what do you want?”
“You inside me.”
“Sweet holy hell.” His mouth was on mine again as we stumbled across the hall toward my bedroom.
Then we were on the bed, hands pawing and ripping while lips and tongues ravaged each other’s mouths.
He pushed the hem of my dress up and gripped my knickers, hurriedly drawing them down my thighs.
My usual self-consciousness seemed to have taken a vacation, overwhelmed instead by heady lust.
Sebastian moved to draw my dress over my head, but I slid my hand inside his jeans instead. “Just get inside me.”
“Fuuuuccck.” He growled seconds before he kissed me, impossibly hungrier than ever as I fumbled to pull the zipper down on his jeans.
I arched into him as he slipped his hands between my legs, sliding his fingers into me.
The wet he found there made him groan against my mouth.
“Lily, God, Lily.” He drew away to watch my expression as he pumped in and out of me.
The look on his face … He watched me as if I was the sexiest, most exciting woman he’d ever seen in his life.
“Sebastian!”
His features hardened, tautening with need, and he sat up straddling me, the movement forcing my hands to fall to my sides.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him or the way his hands shook.
All composure gone, he tugged out his wallet from his back pocket, flipped it open impatiently, and removed a foil package.
A small voice prodded the back of my mind, screaming at me this was a terrible idea and I’d regret it. We’d both been drinking. We both knew our reasoning for doing this was beyond flawed.
Yet I was too far gone. I’d never experienced sexual desire like this, and I might never again. For once I wanted to be brave and soak up life. No matter what.
I panted beneath Sebastian as he threw away the wallet and tugged the zipper on his jeans down the rest of the way. His eyes locked with mine as he shoved down his jeans and boxers just far enough to release his thick, swollen erection. He was … there was … girth and length.
Wow.
No wonder he was so confident walking around with that thing in his trousers.
My fingers clawed the duvet beneath me as he rolled on the condom. I let my legs fall open, inviting him to settle between them. He did, bracing his elbows on either side of my head as we kissed.
I moaned into his mouth at the feel of the hard heat nudging into me.
Sebastian tore his mouth from mine again, his features etched with something akin to pain. “Lily …” He clasped my thigh, spreading me wider. “My Lily.”
My heart throbbed at the possessive words and raced as Sebastian pushed into me.
That overwhelming fullness I’d been desperate for shot electric sparks of pleasure down my spine. It ached but in a really delicious way.
“Sebastian,” I breathed out his name, sliding my hands down his arse, pushing his jeans further out of the way so I could curl my fingers into his muscular cheeks.
He grunted, his head bowing into my neck as he pushed up onto his hands and moved his hips.
If everything was out of control before, it turned utterly wild.
Forgotten was our friendship, our doubts, the complication of attraction.
Everything distilled down to abject need, centered around the hot, fast, hard drive of him inside me.
My hips rose in shallow thrusts to meet his, my cries filling his ears as his groans filled mine.
I loved the taut look on his face, the heat burning in his blue-green gaze. The tension inside me tightened, tightened, tightened every time he dragged his cock out and thrust back in. So full. It was everything. It was heaven. Perfect. Coiling bloody ecstasy.
I’d never come with only sex before. Usually, I needed some action on my clit to come.
This was … this was unbelievable.
“I’m close,” I gasped, shocked.
Sebastian pulled my thigh up against his hip, changing the angle of his thrust. “Lily, Lily,” he gasped my name over and over, pleasure suffusing his expression.
The tension inside shattered, lights exploding behind my eyes as I cried out.
My orgasm rolled through me, my inner muscles rippling and squeezing around Sebastian.
His hips pounded faster against me, falling out of rhythm, and then momentarily stilled before he let out a guttural cry, his grip on my thigh bruising as his hips jerked with the swell and throb of his release.
“Lily!” His eyes rolled as his climax shuddered through him with surprising and impressive lengthiness.
Finally, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. His weight was heavy but warm, and I closed my eyes.
Holy heck.
Our labored breathing filled my bedroom.
My heart pounded against my chest.
Finally, the blood rushing in my ears calmed and I became fully cognizant of our situation.
I was sprawled on my bed with Sebastian between my legs, still inside me. My dress was pushed up around my waist and he was still fully dressed with his jeans halfway down his legs.
It had been frantic.
Unromantic, frantic, needy, animal sex.
And it was the best sex I’d ever had.