Epilogue #2
“Sebastian!” I shriek, giggling as he throws me over his shoulder and takes the stairs two at a time. I slap his ass exuberantly, and he returns the gesture with a smack of his own. We may have accidentally figured out a couple of years ago that I find it incredibly arousing to be spanked.
Running into our bedroom, I’m tossed onto our bed with flourish.
I laugh as I bounce, but when Sebastian manages to remove my shorts and underwear while mid-bounce, the laugh turns immediately into a moan as he covers my pussy with his mouth.
I grab fistfuls of his hair, holding him in place, and I feel him chuckle against me, the hot breath against my clit sending a wave of endorphins throughout my body.
It’s a wonderful dance we play in bed: I attempt to move his head where I want his tongue, and he laughs as he refuses to give me control.
I know he’ll get me where I want to be, but I still fight him about it. Our odd version of foreplay.
“Loosen up, or I won’t let you come, baby,” he mutters against me, resting his head against my thigh, and I automatically let go of his hair. “That’s my girl.”
We may have also realized I have a praise kink.
Sebastian gives me a quick, harsh flick-flick of his tongue on my clit, then backs off, choosing to circle it slowly. I growl in frustration, making him chuckle again. “Enjoy every sensation, mi Reina . Relax. I’ll get you there. You know I will.”
From experience, I expect he’ll get me there five or six times before he finally comes himself.
Forcing myself to relax, I let out a long sigh as I close my eyes.
Focusing just on the sensations, I moan as I feel him lick down to my ass, circling the tight bud over and over again.
Our sex life has expanded since our marriage, and we’ve found that we both enjoy ass play.
The hardest I’ve ever come was with Sebastian buried deep in my ass, and a dual action vibrator inside my pussy simultaneously stimulating my clit.
The orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, and I’ve chased that high ever since.
When Sebastian slowly inserts two fingers into my pussy, I feel myself instinctively tighten around his digits as he taps my G-spot.
An orgasm starts slowly at the tips of my toes, sweeping up my legs and onto my abdomen as it steals my breath.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I let out a loud and guttural moan.
Sebastian patiently licks me through it, extending the pleasure.
Panting, I focus on my heart rate and only vaguely recognize movement as Sebastian rises from his position at the edge of the bed.
When my breathing returns to normal, I open my eyes to find my husband staring at me, his eyes dark with lust. I scramble to my knees, expecting to repay the experience of sucking him off, but he shakes his head. “Foot of the bed.”
Oh.
Directly across from our bed is a dresser with an oversized mirror.
At the foot of the bed is a cushioned bench.
As I crawl to the bench, I note Sebastian ripping his shirt over his head, then unbuttoning his jeans.
He pushes them down, stepping out of them when they hit the floor, then meets me at the bench.
I stare up at him expectantly. “What now?”
He reaches up to drag a thumb across my lips, dipping the tip into my mouth. “I want to fuck your mouth, but —”
“No buts,” I interrupt. “Let’s do that.”
He chuckles. “Oh, there will be butts, which is why I don’t want to fuck your mouth. I have something better in mind.”
I internally squeal. Is he going to recreate the best orgasm of my life? I reach out to grab the waistband of his boxer briefs, and only then do I notice a nondescript shipping box on the edge of the bench. “How long has this been here?”
“Since yesterday,” he replies simply.
“But I’ve walked past it at least a dozen times without noticing it,” I comment.
“Pretty sure we’ve talked about your shitty situational awareness, baby.” His voice is light, with a teasing tone, and I can’t help but laugh at myself. Sometimes I can’t see my own hand in front of my face.
“Well, what’s in it?” I ask, curiosity evident as I lean toward it, but Sebastian stops me with a hand to my décolletage as I reach out to touch the box.
“Not for you to know just yet. We’re wearing too many clothes.
” His other hand lands on top of mine, pushing it down playfully.
I roll my eyes with a smile as I drag his boxer briefs down his legs, quickly darting in to suck the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He gasps, but lets me take his length deep into my throat before pushing me back. “You’re too fucking good at that.”
I preen at his praise, but don’t try to push any further.
I know I could. I know he’d let me, because while he might be considered the dominant in our relationship, I know I’m the one with all the power.
In this moment, however, I can see the excitement in his eyes bubbling just under the surface, and I want to know what he has planned.
Sebastian sits on the bench, facing the dresser and mirror, then motions for me to stand in front of him. I awkwardly slide off the bed, removing my shirt as I do. I reach around to unclasp my bra, but he stops me. “No. Leave it on and turn around.”
His hands find my hips as I slowly turn, then he pulls me down into his lap, kicking my legs out to be on the outside of his.
His cock slides between my ass cheeks perfectly, and I inhale quickly.
One hand stays gripped on my hip, while the other slides up my arm and across my collarbone.
Sebastian brackets my throat with his hand as he watches me in the mirror.
“I want to watch you. I want to see your face when you come, knowing that I’m fucking you so good you can’t wait another second for me to come with you.
And I want to know what it feels like with you so stuffed, so stimulated, that you cover me with your cream. ”
“I love when you talk like this,” I moan, my eyes closing and my head dropping back to loll against his shoulder.
“I know you do,” he whispers huskily. The hand around my neck drops down to cover my breast, and he pinches my nipple through my bra. At the same time, I hear a lid popping open, and I smile in delight. “I love how much you love me taking your ass.”
“I know you do,” I repeat, feeling him lean back slightly so he can reach between our bodies. His knuckles drag up and down my spine, and I know he’s lubing his cock. The same hand dips between us to circle my hole.
“Stand for me, baby,” he murmurs. As soon as I feel the blunt tip of his cock against my backside, I tremble in anticipation. “Touch yourself.”
As Sebastian slowly swivels my hips around, I circle my clit. I can already feel an orgasm waiting, like I’ve been sitting at the cusp of an explosion all day. I hear a rustle as Sebastian reaches into the package, and I see him grab a long, pink device. “What is that?”
“A new vibrator for your G-spot,” he answers.
Another swivel of my hips, and another inch buried in my ass.
I bite back a loud moan as tingles shoot down my spine, and I slow my finger on my clit.
I’m not ready to come yet. “You aren’t coming until I say you can.
I can tell when you’re getting close, Isabella, and I’ll stop everything if you don’t. ”
“I won’t come, I promise.”
Another inch, and this time, Sebastian groans. “Goddamn I love fucking you here. So tight. So perfect.”
I mumble gibberish in response, so overwhelmed with white- hot pleasure I can barely see straight. I feel him notch the new toy at my opening, sliding it inside. It rubs against my upper wall right as he bottoms out in my ass.
“Don’t come,” he mutters as he turns on the vibrator, and I’m hit with such an intense wave of sensation that I scream.
Sebastian wraps an arm around my waist, holding me up a few inches, then pumps into me from below.
I’m assaulted with so many different feelings that I can’t process which to focus on.
“Eyes open, baby. Watch me fuck you. I wish you could see how perfect you look from my vantage point. Watching my cock bury itself into your ass is about to make me come.”
I moan in delight. Knowing I can unravel this man makes me heady. “Sebastian, I’m going to come …”
Everything stops.
“Noooo!” I wail.
He chuckles, but the sound is pained. “I’m not done yet.”
My body shakes as I feel him lean toward the box of toys again. “I don’t think I can take anything else inside me.”
“This isn’t for inside.” I force my eyes to focus, watching as Sebastian brings a small object to my clit.
“What is tha — holy shit!” I scream, as he turns on the new device. It suctions hard on my clit, harder than I’ve ever experienced before, and my back bows as I attempt to breathe. Everything stops again, and a sheen of sweat forms across every inch of my skin. “Seb, please!”
“Please, what?” he grunts.
“Please let me come,” I whisper. He drags what I’ll refer to as the clit sucker three thousand back and forth across my sensitive nub, making me tremble in need and anticipation.
“One more minute,” he says. “You’ll come when I’m ready. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Get me there.”
Barely even able to feel my feet at this point, I lean forward slightly, bracing my hands on Sebastian’s knees.
His head remains on my shoulder, his eyes locked with mine, as I find the strength to move.
He groans loudly, teeth latching onto my neck, and I feel his cock start to twitch.
He turns on the G-spot wand and the clit sucker together, and I immediately explode into an orgasm so intense, so mind-blowing, that I struggle to stay alert.
Insane tremors wrack my body and never seem to end, but Sebastian also doesn’t remove either toy, sending me into another orgasm of equal intensity.
I close my eyes when they begin to cross, attempting to push his hands away, but he doesn’t let up.
When the third orgasm hits, Sebastian whips the G-spot massager out of me, and I feel my body gush.
It feels like it’s coming from everywhere, but I’m too exhausted to think about it.
Sebastian drops the toys, grabbing me from underneath my thighs, and stands, still buried inside me.
He quickly walks us to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside.
He slowly drops my thighs, allowing my feet to hit the ground, then carefully slides out of me.
I hiss as he does, knowing I’ll be incredibly sore for the next couple of days, but not caring one bit.
I love everything Sebastian does to my body.
I settle against my husband as he quietly washes my body, shampoos my hair, and whispers how much he adores me.
Our love story isn’t commonplace. It isn’t perfect by any means.
And sometimes I wonder what might have been had I let him take me out one of the first times he asked.
But then I think about how Camila might not exist. And how much I grew those years by myself, knowing the exact person I am, and what kind of partner I needed.
Knowing I’d get here, to my perfect little family in our big Italian-Puerto Rican world, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
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