Chapter 25
Sebastian
Dinner at a restaurant with Aliena alone is surprisingly easy. I was worried it might be forced and uncomfortable, coming across as a date when I invited her but it’s not. I should have known Aliena wouldn’t mistake this for anything it’s not.
As the waiter takes away our finished dishes, asking how we liked our appetizers, Aliena picks up her phone, smiling to herself at whatever she finds there. I try to quell my curiosity but the question as to who texted her is on the tip of my tongue, something close to jealousy turning my stomach.
Forcing my gaze from her face, I thank the waiter and tell him the food was great. By the time I’m done saying as much, Aliena has put her phone down again. “Sorry for that,” she tells me, a soft smile still playing on her lips.
“Don’t worry about it,” I assure her right as my phone chimes in my pocket. She smiles more widely and gives me a pointed look.
“Check it. It’s only fair,” she insists and while I usually wouldn’t, the way she’s looking at me is enough to convince me otherwise. Her eyes hold something Mischievous. Like she’s in on something funny but won’t tell me .
I check my phone, cocking a brow at Aliena when I see the message I’ve received is from her. She sent me a picture.
Wordlessly, I click on it, nearly choking on thin air when it is done loading. Because there she is, the girl currently sitting opposite me, wearing nothing more than a matching lingerie set in my favorite color.
I swallow thickly, having trouble taking my eyes off the photo to look at Aliena. “What is this?” I ask hoarsely.
She shrugs elegantly, throwing me a feline smile. “Consider it your birthday present. Do you like it?” she asks.
My eyes flick back to the picture almost without my permission. I turn my phone off after a few long seconds, chuckling to myself as I try to pull myself together. “Yeah. Fuck, Aliena, yes, I like it. I hate that you showed me this now, though, when we’re still a course away from the privacy of our home.”
“Two courses,” she corrects me. “Don’t forget about dessert.”
“Oh, Sweetheart, I just looked at my dessert. Don’t worry, I won’t forget,” I tell her, satisfied when a blush creeps over her cheeks.
Thankfully, our main course arrives soon, granting me a distraction when all I can think about is how that colorful lace adorned her subtle curves. In the picture, she was sitting on the edge of a bed – my bed – and the thought that she was there wearing that is enough to make the blood in my body rush south.
Every time I close my eyes, I see those thick thighs and the swing of her hips, her narrow waist, and, of course, that goddamned cleavage. Her face wasn’t in the picture. Smart girl. Not that I’d ever entrust anyone with the sight of her like that. Hell no, that’s all mine to know .
“You all right there? You got so quiet,” she asks halfway through the main course, still smiling. Yeah, she’s really satisfied with the reaction I’m giving her.
“I’m brilliant. Just asking myself whether or not I’ll get to unpack my present later on,” I trail off, hoping damn well that she tells me yes. Not that I’d be mad if she sticks to not letting me touch her, but god, I’d love to worship her body the way she deserves.
Aliena’s blush is the only thing hinting at her lack of full control and confidence. “Mhm, that’s generally how it works,” she agrees, watching me closely. I can’t help the small, triumphant groan to slip from my lips.
“You’re a demon. A cruel, cruel succubus,” I announce, despaired at the thought of another course being in the way of me taking her home.
Aliena merely shrugs, looking very proud of herself. Swallowing the last bite of my meal, I decide that the tables need to turn before I lose my mind, so I hook my feet around the legs of her chair and pull her more flushed against her edge of the table. She startles.
I lean forward and over the table, lowering my voice as I brush a strand of golden hair behind her ear. She shivers, her eyes fluttering, and I want to kiss her right there and then.
That’s not the plan, though, and part of me is still scared of her rejection. Instead, I say, “How about this, Sweetheart; I take you home right now, you let me have my dessert, and then I’ll make you whatever you want myself. Something sweet and sugary since you’ll need your energy after that. Then, I show you what we’ve been missing out on all these weeks. On every counter and up against every wall, you’ll let me. ”
When I’m done, my company just blinks at me and swallows, her eyes glazed as she thinks about the picture I just painted in her mind. Satisfied that I regained some control, I lean back in my chair.
She finally shakes herself and nods. “Yeah. Yes, that sounds good,” she confirms hoarsely. I smile and wave the closest waiter over, asking for the check.
On the ride home, I ask her what she’ll want for dessert later, remembering my promise despite my desperation to get home. The only thing keeping me sane enough to think about the possibly missing ingredients is the knowledge that it’ll be a lot more annoying to get out of the house again after I’ve made Aliena come.
“Anything with chocolate,” she answers quickly. I nod, settling on a plan for what I’ll make later and that I have all the ingredients in my pantry.
It’s a good day to know my way around the oven, I’ll say, since I have every intention of making good on my promise to fuck Aliena on every flat surface of the damn house. After months of not having touched a woman, I’m eager to make up for lost time with her. God knows I have a lot of orgasms to catch her up on.
Like the gentleman I am, I open the door for Aliena and help her out of the car, only to sling my arms around her waist and lift her over my shoulder as soon as she’s on her feet. She yelps, demanding I let her down, but I just laugh and shake my head.
On the elevator ride up, she doesn’t stop slapping her hands against my back. Her protests only falter when we’re in my apartment, nearing the stairs. Then, she holds on to me for dear life .
“Seb, please. You can’t carry me up there. We’re going to fall,” she tries to reason. I pat her thigh softly.
“Come on, Sweetheart, a little trust, please. You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” I say, taking the first few steps. I work out every day for a reason. Surprisingly enough, the girl over my shoulder doesn’t protest anymore, going pliant in my arms.
Once I’m atop the stairs, I head straight for the last room down the hall, throwing Aliena on my bed as soon as I reach it. She bounces twice before getting up on her elbows to glare at me. I smile down at her, my heart racing a mile a second as I wonder what to do next.
I want to kiss her. Fuck, I’ve been wanting nothing more than to kiss her for a long while now. I just hope that today is the day she actually lets me.
I climb over her, nearly groaning when she smiles and lets her knees fall apart to make space for me. My hips settle between her legs and my arms brace on either side of her head, one hand caressing her cheek.
With a voice so hoarse I barely recognize it, I ask, “Please, tell me I can kiss you?”
She nods. “You said I was dessert. You can taste me wherever you want.”
With an anguished groan, I smash my lips down on hers, the caress on her face becoming a possessive grip. The kiss isn’t slow or gentle. No, it’s a desperate press of lips, deepened by her when she arches her neck to come closer to me.
I nip at her lips, letting my body melt further against hers, and she opens her mouth with a sigh. My tongue seeks entry immediately, greeted by her own as we settle on a fast pace .
God, the times I’ve imagined this. Imagined her beneath me, her soft body pinned to the mattress as I learn all the ways to touch and please her. My imagination had nothing on the real thing, though.
Aliena’s hands unbutton my shirt, never once breaking the kiss, and I follow her lead, rolling up her dress. My fingers brush against the hot skin of her outer thighs, over the lace underwear I know to be green, and finally squeeze her waist. I let go of the black fabric to take in the feel of her, enjoying the way she shudders beneath my touch.
I take my hands off her only long enough for her to rip off my shirt. Then, she lifts her upper body, a silent command for me to take off her dress. I do, and when she tries to pull me back down to connect our lips once more, I deny her that and lean back, wanting to take her in.
And what a sight she is. Smooth, fair skin, interrupted only by the occasional beauty mark. Almost without my notice, my hands reach out to touch her again, to caress her tummy and feel the sway of her hips.
At the gentle contact, something enters Aliena’s eyes and she shivers. Reaching out to grab my wrist before I can reach the waistband of her panties, she breathes, “Seb.” A command to do what, exactly, I’m not sure. All I know is that my name on her lips is enough to make my blood run hotter.
“Let me look at my present,” I protest softly, leaning down to kiss her. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her lips. She shudders again.
I press another chaste kiss to her lips, pulling away a few inches before she can deepen it. Her gentle fingers find their way into my hair and when she realizes what I’m doing, she goes along, meeting every short contact of my lips readily.
Once my heart rate has finally calmed enough, I take my lips from hers and kiss her cheek instead. Then, the edge of her jaw, the sweet spot below her ear, and her throat, loving the way her pulse flutters beneath my lips.
I kiss my way over every inch of her skin, wanting to know it all. To taste it all. When I reach the edge of her bra, I look up to make sure she’s still with me. What I didn’t expect was the clear need in her eyes, silently urging me on. My resolve to take things slow dwindles and I pull down her cups, bringing my lips to one of her stiff nipples while my hand plays with the other.
Aliena arches her back, her fingers tightening in my hair as she moans softly. That sound goes straight to my throbbing dick. I’m hyper aware of every reaction of her. I want to learn just what she likes.
I experimentally skim my teeth against her pebbled skin and she sighs, squeezing my hair. With a parting kiss, I move on to her other breast, carefully daring to bite the swell of her breast. When that draws a startled sound of appreciation from the girl beneath me, I can’t help but smile against her skin.
I move on, kissing the valley between her breasts and trailing a line down to her navel. Her breaths are wholly uneven now, something I take great pleasure in. After all the times she got to exert this power over me, I’m happy to have the roles reversed for once.
Reaching the edge of her panties, I take the fabric between my teeth, pulling it away before letting it snap back into place. I bring my hands to her thighs, moving her knees further apart on each side of my face. Already, the scent of her fills the room, and my mouth waters .
Unable to wait any longer, I press a close-mouthed kiss on the most drenched part of her underwear. Aliena gasps, trying to close her legs but I hold them in place. When her hands leave my hair to grip my wrists, trying to pull them away, I reproach her playfully.
“Little troublemaker, this is my time to play. Now, can you behave or do you need me to tie up those pretty hands of yours?”
She swallows, her fingers returning to the top of my head and as she caresses my scalp, I nearly melt. “That’s my good girl,” I finally purr. Then, holding her gaze, I bring my lips back to her center, kissing her through the lace.
When I finally slip off her panties, my mouth wastes no time finding the apex of her legs. I lick her up and down once, parting her lips for me before finding her clit and sucking it into my mouth.
Her back arches off the bed as I tear another one of those sinful sounds from her. I shift my hips, never taking my mouth off her as I try to readjust my throbbing erection in my pants. Fuck, but it’s pressing painfully against my sipper. I quickly find that moving makes it worse though, and stop, trying not to focus on my own pleasure as I feast on her.
She’s fucking addictive. I play with her clit, circling and flicking it until I can feel her pulsing beneath my tongue. Before she can come, I pull away and change tactics, unwilling to let this end so quickly. No, I intend to have a lot more fun with her first.
My tongue runs through her weeping slit, nudging her entrance. “Sebastian,” Aliena whines as I tease her. I groan at the spark of pleasure hearing her say my name brings me. But, deciding I’ve been cruel enough to deny her her orgasm, I stop the teasing and start fucking her with my tongue instead.
I do that until I can feel that she’s on the verge of another orgasm only this time, I don’t deny her the pleasure. Instead, I suck her through it, lapping up every last drop of her release as she spasms and jerks beneath me. Again, her thighs try to close around my head. Again, my fingers dig into her flesh to hold her still.
Without letting her come down, my mouth latches onto her clit again. She cries out again, her body jerking at the stimulation on her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Shh, relax, Sweetheart,” I whisper against her soaked skin, granting her a short break. When her breathing is just even enough, and her hands start absently massaging my scalp, my tongue finds her clit again.
I go slower this time, making sure her pleasure rises gradually. One hand releases her thigh as I bring two fingers to her entrance, wetting them before slowly pushing inside. A long, deep groan tears from Aliena as she arches her back, clenching around my fingers.
I keep circling her clit, locking my eyes with Aliena’s as my fingers rub against her g-spot. Her breaths start coming in shallow pants, her legs tense against the sides of my head, and her fingers tighten in my hair. This time, when she comes, I don’t stop her from squeezing my head with her thighs. No, I keep up my steady assault as she writhes beneath me, coming for longer than before.
When she slumps against the mattress, breathing heavily, I finally raise my head and pull my fingers out of her. I take a second to look at her, face flushed, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, and eyes closed. She looks perfectly sated .
With one more kiss, I wrap her up in my blanket and say, “Rest for a minute, I’ll be right back with your dessert.” The only reply I get is a soft hum.