Chapter 44 - Lily #2
With light strokes, Sebastian relearned every inch of me—my ribs, my waist, my stomach.
Almost in habit, I tried to pull his hands away from my soft belly, but he shot me a chiding look.
“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you,” he reminded me.
Then his hands glided around to my arse, and his kiss deepened again as he drew me against his arousal.
The hunger returned tenfold, his tongue caressing mine in deep, wet strokes.
It was like he was determined to make love to me, but another part of him wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.
I was happy with either, truthfully.
As I stroked my hands down his arms, the touch seemed to calm him, and his kiss grew gentler.
Sebastian eventually eased away, and my lips stung in the air, swollen from all the attention.
His own mouth appeared bee stung. The earlier possessiveness I’d felt roared through me as I stared hotly at his lips.
Then he was kissing me again, but this time wet, hungry kisses down my throat and chest.
Desire rippled low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. All the time his eyes vacillated between my face and my breasts. I thrust into his touch, muttering my need for him.
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded again.
“Sebastian …”
“Tell me.” His mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked on it. My thighs clamped around his hips as my lower body arched into the sensation scoring through me.
“Sebastian!”
Suddenly, whatever war he’d been fighting to go slow was lost. He reached for the condom and ripped it out of the wrapper. He sat up, expression taut with fierceness.
I devoured the sight of his strong body above me. His tight abs and broad shoulders. The impressive cock he rolled the condom onto.
Sebastian Thorne was beautiful.
And he was mine.
His eyes flashed with something. Something I didn’t quite understand. Whatever it was it had him pulling me gently up to straddle him. Then he guided me over him, his arousal hot beneath me.
Sebastian touched my chin, bringing my head up.
My fingers curled into the back of his shoulders as I took in his expression.
“I love you. I know you’re afraid to say it back.
But I need you to know I … I wasn’t lying when I said you’re everything to me, Lily.
Everything. I didn’t … I didn’t know it was possible to love anyone this much. ”
Tears filled my eyes. I had to let go of that final barrier between us or this was never going to work.
“I love you too, Sebastian. I’m so in love with you.” My confession ended on a gasp as Sebastian slid his hand along the back of my neck, tangling in my hair to grab a handful. His kiss was bruising, desperate.
He broke it only to murmur against my lips, “Thank fuckity fuck.” He seemed to shudder in relief. Then he gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.
I gasped as sensation slammed through me, my hips rocking as he sucked, laved, and nipped at me. Tension coiled between my legs, tightening and tightening as he moved between my breasts, his hot mouth, his tongue—
“Sebastian …” I was going to come again with only this.
He stopped, and I lifted my head to beg, to plead for him to keep touching me, but halted when he gripped my hips. Guiding me, he lifted me up, and I stared down at him, waiting as he took his cock in hand and put it between my legs.
Taking his cue, I lowered myself onto him, feeling the hot tip of him against my slick opening. Electric tingles cascaded down my spine and around my belly, deep between my legs.
Sebastian took hold of my hip with one hand and cupped my right breast with the other, and I gasped at the overwhelming thick sensation of him as I lowered.
“I love you,” he said gruffly as he thrust upward.
The words apparently were so powerful, I suddenly came.
I cried out and clung to his shoulders as my climax tore through me, my inner muscles rippling and tugging and drawing Sebastian in deeper.
“Oh God. God! Lily!” Sebastian abruptly pushed me onto my back and started driving into me through my orgasm.
He moved inside me with powerful thrusts of his hips, wearing a dazed, consumed look as he held my eyes. Sebastian gritted his teeth as he moved inside me. “You’re going to come again.”
“You come,” I panted. “It’s okay.”
That seemed to be the wrong answer because I quickly found myself on my hands and knees facing the headboard. “You’ll come again,” he commanded harshly before his hand cracked against my arse, seconds before he gripped me by the nape and thrust back into me.
“Oh my …” I shivered with arousal as he took me hard and rough. My arms trembled with the power of his drives, and I could feel the quickening of my inner muscles. “Sebastian!”
“God, I love you.” There was something enticing about the dichotomy of his loving words and the way he powered into me.
And I loved it.
I loved him. “I love you!” I gasped out, pushing back into his thrusts.
The tension built in me again with every thick drag of him in and out.
“Come around me, Sawyer,” he demanded, his hand sliding between my thighs to find my clit. His finger pushed down on the bundle of nerves as he continued to thrust. “I want to feel it. Nothing feels better than your precious pussy coming around my cock.”
Just like that I shattered. Lights exploded behind my eyes as I yelled out his name and fell onto my elbows. I could feel how hard I rippled around him. The sensation was overwhelming and apparently for him too.
“Lily … Lily … my God!” Sebastian swelled to impossible thickness. His fingers bit into my hips as he tensed and then I felt him throb exquisitely inside of me. “Lily!” He jerked and shuddered, his climax juddering through him.
I slumped against the pillows, trying to catch my breath. Sebastian came down over me, his chest to my back, his cock still inside. His lips lazily caressed my shoulder as he thrust his hips shallowly against me.
Finally sated, we settled on our sides, spooning.
I had the vague thought that I hoped Maddie wasn’t home and had heard our energetic and very loud sex.
Then I decided I couldn’t care less and smiled to myself.
“Say it again,” Sebastian whispered in my ear, his embrace tightening.
Knowing exactly what he wanted, I turned to meet his tender look. “I love you, Sebastian Thorne.”
He squeezed his eyes closed, almost as if in pain. Then he let out a sigh of deep relief. “I love you too, Lily Sawyer.”