Chapter 16
SEBASTIAN
I f I were to be asked what my proudest moments were in my life up until this point, I’d have a variety of things about Camila, getting the MC off the ground, and buying my bar.
But watching Isabella trust her own femininity, and lean into it?
Besides the birth of my daughter, I’d say Isabella’s confidence ranks right up there.
Six months ago, had we had an opportunity to be together, I highly doubt she’d have told me to lick her pussy.
But now, she’s confident about her sexuality, and I’m so fucking here for it.
Looking at her beautiful thighs, I want to wear them like earmuffs.
I want her to sit on my face and cover me in her desire.
I want to be fucking buried with her taste on my lips.
And as soon as my tongue touches her core, taking one long lick from bottom to top, I loudly groan as her sweet and salty taste hits my tastebuds. “Fucking delicious.”
Isabella’s hand has made its way into my hair, holding the strands tightly as she maneuvers my head to where she wants it.
I try to get my tongue inside her, but she yanks me back to her clit.
Wondering if she’s pushing me toward the place that will get her off the fastest, I try an experiment.
Slowly circling around her clit, but only barely touching it, she gets restless as she tries to move my head.
As soon as I suck her clit in between my lips, she stops moving.
I back off, hearing her whimper of dismay, and cover a chuckle.
Lightly pressing my tongue to her clit and vibrating it against the bundle of nerves, I do another experiment by slipping one finger inside her.
Her breath catches as I massage the rough patch of skin I find, and the sound that comes out of Isabella is part moan and part sigh.
Adding a second finger, I crook my fingers to press harder against her G-spot, then suck harshly on her clit.
She clamps her thighs around my head as her back arches.
I feel the walls of her pussy flutter as she comes, and the gush I feel against my chin as I work her through the orgasm is eagerly lapped up.
As soon as her breathing evens out a little, I attack her clit and G-spot simultaneously again, and her cries of pleasure fan the flame of desire currently stewing at the base of my spine. Her second orgasm hits faster, and the walls of her pussy tighten so much I can barely move my fingers.
“Jesus Christ, Sebastian, no more,” she pants, and I appear from between her thighs with a fake pout.
“No fair,” I say dramatically. “I could have easily given you another.”
“Three in a row makes me lose the feeling in my legs, and I prefer not to feel my heartbeat in my vagina,” she says wryly. “I definitely don’t think I could handle any more than that.”
I shrug. “I bet you could.”
Her eyebrows raise as she looks at me while I slide up her body. She asks, “Not that I really want to discuss actual numbers of partners or anything, but exactly how many orgasms have you given in one sitting?”
I think for a moment before answering. “Eight.”
“Eight!” Isabella screeches. “Did she live? Need medical attention? Could she form a coherent sentence afterward? ”
I chuckle. “No, but I do think I remember her being basically comatose for a little bit, then making me help change her sheets before I left. Eight is … messy.”
“Messy,” Isabella repeats calmly, but her eyes twinkle and her lips twitch as she fights a smile. “Did she send you an award? I feel like there is a statue somewhere in this house. Best Tongue.”
I sigh. “Really a missed opportunity on her part. When I get you to nine, you’ll give me an award, right? Not an Oscar statuette. It needs to be something tongue-themed.”
“I’ll try to remember if you beat your record.”
“ When I break my record.”
“If.”
“When.”
“Sebastian!” she whines. “I think my clit would fall off.”
“It won’t,” I tell her cheerfully. “My tongue will fall asleep and basically cramp like a bitch though.”
“Seriously? It falls asleep?”
I nod. “Yup.”
“Why do you continue to do it then? If it falls asleep? Surely women are fine with one, two, or three orgasms. I’d have been fine with just that first one,” Isabella says, a hint of pink creeping onto her neck.
Interesting that demanding I lick her pussy doesn’t embarrass her, but talking about the number of orgasms does.
“Because I love getting a woman off. I get off on watching your reactions. What expressions you make, and how your body responds. I’d fucking live between your thighs if I could, baby.
” I press a closed-lips kiss against her, then jostle in surprise when her tongue tentatively slips between my lips.
She swirls it around my tongue, then stops the kiss.
I open my eyes to see her looking thoughtfully at me. “It’s not as bad as I expected, but I’m not a huge fan.”
“What?” I ask.
“How I taste on you. It’s okay,” she says with a shrug, and I can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of me.
God I love this woman. I’m still laughing when she shimmies my pants and boxer briefs off my hips, then uses her feet to push them down the rest of the way.
The laughter dies in my throat as my cock bounces against her core.
“Um, I’m not on birth control. It really messed with my hormones, and I didn’t like how it made me feel.
But I am STD-free. I got tested after I found my ex cheating. ”
Still furious that she walked in on her douchebag ex and her best friend, I try to stifle my anger as I nod.
“I have condoms. And I’m clean too. I got checked when you moved in.
I wanted to be safe, and I hoped we’d end up here.
Not that it really matters, because it’s been a while for me.
In fact, this will probably be a lot shorter than you expect.
Not only because it’s been a while, but because it’s you , and I’m struggling not to come right now just because I can feel the heat emanating from your pussy, and it’s driving me insane. ”
Isabella smiles softly. “I think that’s why I came so quickly. Because it’s you.”
Choking on emotion, I drag my gaze from hers as I lean toward my nightstand.
Opening the brand-new box of condoms, I bashfully look at her through my lashes.
“I just bought these. Again, I had hopes. But I didn’t expect it.
Not that I’m complaining, mi Cielo . Getting you in my bed was a hope, but not a goal. ”
“I think it’s okay if you call it a goal,” she teases, as I sit up and open the condom.
“It wasn’t.” Sliding the condom on, I meet her eyes again. “Getting your heart was always the goal. Sex is just a bonus.”
“Sebastian,” she whispers, holding her arms out to me. I fall into her embrace as she wraps her legs around me, and my cock notches at her opening perfectly. “Go slow to start, okay? You’re bigger than I’ve had. Then you can go hard.”
I’m struggling to respond as I slowly inch into her channel, the hot walls of her pussy clenching me tightly, and I rest my forehead against hers. Fucking hell. I’m about to blow. “Baby, I may not make it to going hard. You feel too fucking perfect.”
“Would a distraction work to calm you down?” she asks.
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Okay. I once heard my brothers talking —”
I groan. Wait. That worked. “Yeah. Keep talking about your brothers.”
She laughs, but the sound is breathy and so fucking sexy. “They didn’t know I was listening. They were talking about things they did to keep from coming too quickly. I can’t remember which one does this, but one of them chants ‘old man balls’ over and over again in his head.”
“Luca,” I pant as I bottom out, my groin against hers. “It’s Luca. I remember him telling me that once.”
“Sebastian,” Isabella moans. “You feel so good.”
I groan as my head falls against her shoulder. “You have no fucking idea how perfect you feel.”
I wait a moment as I focus on my breathing. I know with every beat of my heart that I just pushed into the only woman I’ll be with for the rest of my life. This is it. This is my forever.
“Gonna be quick,” I mutter as I pull out slightly, then slide back in.
Isabella digs her fingernails into my back, and I hope she does it hard enough to break the skin.
I want her nail marks tattooed there. She cries out as I quicken my pace, and my orgasm barrels toward me.
Old man balls, old man — fuck, this isn’t going to work.
“Sebastian,” Isabella stammers, “I think I’m going to come again.”
And that is my undoing. When my perfect girl holds her breath as she comes, her pussy clamps down on me so hard that I have no choice but to follow her over the cliff.
I roar as rope after rope fills the condom, black spots dotting my vision, and I feel the condom fill completely.
This is the hardest I’ve ever come, and I’m not remotely surprised.
Of course it would be this way with Isabella.
I collapse on top of her, my softening dick still inside her, but I can’t seem to make myself move.
This connection is so perfect, so exquisitely unique because it’s her, that I don’t want to separate.
Right now, there’s nothing between us. No jobs, families, or crazy ex-boyfriends.
It’s just me and Isabella, in our own bubble, and I want to stay here as long as possible.
It’s a few minutes before Isabella speaks. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Neither did I,” I confess. Lifting my head, I see her confused gaze. “I figured it would be the best I’ve ever had, but that wasn’t even on the scale. That was spectacular, and I can’t wait to do it again. I just need thirty to forty-five minutes. Maybe less.”
Isabella giggles. “Twenty minutes?”
“Don’t count on it. I’m an old man.”
“Thirty-six is not old,” she says with an exaggerated eye roll.
“I didn’t know you knew how old I am.”