Chapter Six #4
He pushes harder into me, giving me his all like he’s worried this will be the last time we ever do this.
He spins his hips in a circle, stimulating my clit when he rubs his pelvis against it, and I cry out.
“Oh my God, yes, Sebastian!” I moan, forcing my heels harder into his back, and I hear his groan in response just as my orgasm starts in my toes.
“Fucking love when you say my name.” He slams his hand against my headboard as he begins to fuck me almost frantically.
He moves my leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he presses his forehead to rest against mine.
His eyes are intense and so sexy when he speaks.
“Because I know that means you're close. Come for me, baby, fucking please,” he begs low in my ear before his tongue drags over my tattoo.
“I’m so close, fuck.” My voice sounds breathy and like pure sex even in my own ears, and I know Wild is hanging on by a thread after using what he calls my sex voice.
“Come on, you can do it, baby,” he grits in my ear, and it reminds me of all the times he talked me through this when we were younger. All those times when we were both learning what we liked and what we needed to have an orgasm, and fuck if it doesn’t inch me closer to the edge.
“Oh God, yes, that feels good.” I moan as I grip his hair and guide his mouth to mine.
Just when his tongue glides across mine, my climax rips through me, and I let out a moan as I begin to shake beneath him.
I’m vaguely aware of him still praising me and begging me to coat his cock with my cum.
My eyes are closed, but tears form behind my lids, and just as one escapes and slides down my face, his lips are on my cheek, kissing it away.
“That’s my girl. Fucking love making you come,” he whispers.
“Wild, I’m still going.” I moan, feeling my first orgasm roll into a second with the way he’s keeping the pressure on my clit.
“Fuck yes, give me another,” he tells me as he continues to rut into me.
“Love you so fucking much,” he says between thrusts before he drops his face into my neck and rubs his lips along my pulse point.
I can hear him breathing me in before he lets out the sexiest noise that sounds like a cross between a whimper and a groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” he moans.
He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of contact, but he flips me onto my stomach and pulls me up on my knees before dropping his palm to my ass with a loud smack.
He’s back inside me without missing a beat as he continues to fuck me from behind.
His fingertips grip my hips, and the familiar, delicious pierce of his nails dig into my hips, reminding me of the first time we did this just like it always does.
We had both become a little aggressive, our bodies succumbing to the pleasure that only this position can provide, leading to faint bruises on my hips from when he gripped me too hard.
This wouldn’t have been a problem except that it was summer, so it was a little hard to hide while wearing my bathing suit.
His pelvis bangs against my ass harder with each thrust, and I know it won’t be long before he comes with the way his breathing has become more erratic.
“I’m going to come, baby. Join me, yeah? ”
I let out a whimper and drop my head to my pillow as it finds its way into my mouth.
I bite down as my pelvis begins to tingle with my impending orgasm, and my toes curl as it starts to flow through me.
“Wild! FUCK!” And then he’s coming at the same time mine rips through me.
His dick expands with each thrust as he empties himself inside me.
His thrusts slow, and his lips are on my neck, moving slowly down my spine as he gives me light kisses to my ass.
I feel his hands on my cheeks spreading them, and then his lips are on my sex, and his tongue swipes through my swollen cunt and then up my crack before sinking his teeth into one of my cheeks.
I shiver, just like I always do when he rubs his tongue over that puckered hole, and a wicked grin finds my lips that he’s explored every inch of my skin so thoroughly.
My heart is still beating in tandem with the pulsing between my legs when he flips me onto my back and stares into my eyes like he’s already preparing to go again.
I pull him closer and wrap my legs around his back, keeping him against me as I feel the vulnerability of the earlier conversation coupled with the intensity of our orgasms washing over me.
He presses his forehead against mine, and I reach up, resting my hand against his chest, feeling his heart pound against my palm.
I move both of my hands up farther to cup his face, dragging my fingertips across the stubble that I’ve loved ever since he started growing facial hair, and even more once I learned how it would feel between my legs.
“I love you,” I tell him, tears still in my eyes.
“You’re the only person who gets me,” I whisper.
“And…I’m terrified of what that means if we can’t be together.
No one will ever be able to hold a candle to you.
No one can live up to the impossible standards you’ve set as the first man who ever loved me. ”
His dick softens as it glides through my slick sex. Our orgasms mix, and a flutter moves from my chest to my clit when he rubs it against me. He moves his hands, sliding them underneath my back and holding me so his chest is against mine before he kisses me gently. “First and last.”