24. Sebastian
Looking at Mila on my counter, topless, her knees spread, her colorful skirt pushed high, is about to be my undoing.
I want to plunge into her, but she’s new to all this. If she wants to practice on me, I’m going to be patient.
She sits there a moment, contemplating me like she might have to work up her nerve.
Then she glances at the door. Is she thinking about running?
I drop my arms. “No pressure. We can go back to dinner.”
She shakes her head. “No, I was thinking, when is your sister due back?”
Good point.
“She’ll probably make herself scarce, but I see your point.” I bend down to retrieve Mila’s clothes. “We can take this upstairs.”
She nods. I sling her things over my shoulder and wrap my arms around her to lift her down from the counter. For a moment, I consider carrying her upstairs, but again, she taps on my chest to let me know she wants down.
Just like the first night.
“You sure? I’ve always imagined carrying someone up my stairs.”
She tilts her head. “You never have?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, then.”
I laugh, whirling her around in a circle. Then we’re heading up, so fast that she hangs on for dear life, her hair bobbing, along with her soft breasts. I vow not to be distracted, although doing things on the stairs with her has just hit my bucket list.
My bedroom door is open. I turn us to edge inside. I’ve made my bed today, not normal, but I knew she might be here. I hoped, anyway. I had this house built with double master suites, one downstairs, and one up. I wanted both views of the mountains, the foothills and the peaks.
Plus, the entire back wall of this bedroom is glass, and I rarely lower the electronic shades because there is nothing behind it but mountain range, trees, and near the top, a hint of snow.
“Oh,” Mila breathes as she catches sight of it. Dusk is falling, so the colors are brilliant. “It’s breathtaking.”
“The deck up here is amazing.” I use my elbow to press a button near the wall and two glass panels slide open to allow us out on it.
The cool air billows in, making Mila’s nipples pucker, but the warm front that blew through last night means that it’s not uncomfortably cold.
This time when Mila taps me to be let down, I set her bare feet on the smooth polished wood deck. Her hair is wild, her skin golden in the fading light. She can’t stop looking at the view.
I can’t stop looking at her.
She turns, the outline of one breast against the backdrop of the mountains, and for the first time in my life, I wish I was the one with Arya’s gift of painting. I want to burn this image into my brain.
I step forward to tug at the waistband of her skirt.
She holds it a minute, almost shy, but I lean in. “You are a goddess and I’m going to worship every inch of you.”
She lets go, and I slide it over her hips, kissing skin as it’s revealed.
The wind rushes through the trees, making leaves dance in its wake, some of them fluttering across the deck.
“I feel reckless,” Mila says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been naked outside.”
I remain kneeling in front of her, the skirt puddling as she steps out of it.
“You’re about to do a lot more than be naked out here.”
She lifts her eyes to mine. “Can I practice some things first?”
“I am all yours.”
She taps my shoulders to get me to stand up, then tentatively works on my shirt buttons.
I wait her out, looking at everything. Her hair curls over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her round, delectable breasts. I can’t help but touch them again, running a thumb across the tight nipples.
She smiles at that, but moves my arm as she pushes the shirt down my back.
She reaches for my belt, sliding it through and unlatching the hook. Then she unsnaps my jeans, and the zipper eases down with a gentle hiss.
Mila bends close as she pushes the jeans down. I step out of them as she kneels to bring them over my feet.
Then, they are gone, and Mila is still on the ground, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. Her hair blows everywhere, and those tight nipples are rosy with the light of sunset. I could not be any more erect, and my gray boxers damn near block my view with how they tent out.
She reaches up, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She touches me outside of the boxers first, running a shy hand along the length. Everything in me twitches, from my fingers to the tip of my cock.
When she reaches the top, she grasps the elastic band and tugs it down.
Of course, the elastic catches on me, and she has to reach in to pull it out of the way.
Her hand on my throbbing skin sends precum sliding out. She touches it with her fingertips, spreading it on the head.
I groan. She’s killing me.
“You like that?” she asks.
“I like everything.”
“I don’t want to mess up.” She holds the boxers open with one hand while reaching in with the other, wrapping her fingers around me.
“You can’t mess up. It’s all—” Whatever I was going to say next ends in something even I can’t decipher.
She’s gaining confidence. I can see it in her smile and how she pulls the boxers down.
She sits on her knees, holding my cock, contemplating it. “It’s purple. I didn’t think it would be so colorful.”
I grip the rail, trying to hold onto control.
She goes on. “And a bit comes out. You could probably get pregnant from that.”
Shit. Right. Condoms. They are inside.
“I can go in and get?—”
“No, not yet. And I’ve been on contraceptive forever. How long did you say it was before me?”
“Almost two years. Work has been a lot.”
She nods. “Good enough for me. I guess I’m obviously okay.”
I let out a long rush of air. She’s picking up a rhythm with her strokes, and it’s getting hard to think. “Yes.”
“So, we’re good? I want to feel your skin in me this time.”
God, I’m going to explode all over her if she keeps talking this way. “Okay.”
She pays close attention as her hand moves along my length, her gaze moving between her hands and my face, as if gauging my reactions.
I close my eyes. The mountain air is brisk and smells of pine and earth. This gorgeous woman is naked at my feet. I feel high.
She shifts closer until her hair tickles my belly. God. I look down.
Her lips open and she slides me inside her mouth.
It’s warm and soft and I grip the deck like I’m hanging from the edge.
She sits higher so she can get a better angle. She takes me in until I can feel myself bump the back of her throat. Her breasts brush my thighs.
Fuck. I’m going to lose it. She’s too beautiful. This is too incredible.
But I hang on. She’s curious. Experimenting. She sucks on the end, and that’s it.
I release the rail and snatch her up. “I’m going to fuck you below the sky,” I growl into her ear and drop her onto the oversized chaise lounge near the door.
She lies back on the cushions, her hair falling off the edge. “Please do.”
I put one knee on the lounger, glad I chose something so solid and sturdy. I’m about to test its limits.
Then I spread her legs, dragging her close to me. I lift her hips, giving me a perfect view down the soft plane of her belly to her breasts and face and hair.
I would paint this, too, if I had the skill.
I run my thumb over the edges of the glistening pink in front of me.
Mila sucks in a breath, then reaches up to grasp both sides of the chaise where it rises in the back.
I make slow lazy circles over the nub, until she’s writhing on the cushions, her body flushed with color.
When she starts breathing fast, I plunge into her, and God, it’s like homecoming. I haven’t had sex without a condom in a decade, probably, and it’s slick and warm and tight inside her.
I keep working her body, reaching up to thumb her nipple.
She’s crying out already, and I can feel the spasm of her around me. I keep everything steady and even for her as she comes, her body thrusting against mine.
Her strangled words disturb a few birds who haven’t thought to migrate yet. Then she grabs my arms. “Come inside me, Sebastian. I want to know what that feels like.”
Fuck. I hold onto both of her hips and crash into her like I’ve never let myself go before. The world is a wash of orange sky and mountains, and her skin, her hair, her glorious body.
I unleash into her, warm and wet and with a release so complete I feel like I’ve poured my soul into her. I collapse over her, propping myself up on my arms.
But she draws me down to her. “Lie on me. I’m sturdy.”
I wrap my arms around her neck to cradle her head. I drop my face to her shoulder. Her skin is soft and smooth and a comfort. She wraps her legs around the backs of my knees and locks us together.
I don’t know how long we stay there like that, but the sun sets completely and the air cools. And even as a chill ripples over my back with the arrival of night, I do not want this moment to ever end.