Chapter 30 #2
“Are you sure? You tucked that book away awfully fast earlier.”
Sebastian leaned towards my ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I don't need to read erotica when I can make my own.”
I chewed on my lip, understanding what he was suggesting, but not acknowledging it.
Leaning back, I bent my neck up to get a better view of the bookshelf behind him. My finger tapped against my chin, stopping to point at a novel that grabbed my attention. “How about that one? Sounds dirty.” I winked at him.
His head shook with laughter, then he moved his arms down my back and under my behind, scooping me up in one swift motion.
I raised my arms to his shoulders and locked my legs around him, giggling as I clung to him like a vine for support.
He spun us around, placing my back against the bookshelf and holding me there.
Our heads were at the same height, so when his lips captured mine in a needy kiss, neither of us were straining our necks.
My eyes fluttered closed as my tongue slipped between his lips. He kissed me back greedily, as if he could never have enough of me. Books fell from the shelves around us, but neither of us gave the interruption any attention.
His lips were smooth as they caressed mine in jumbled, enticing movements. Sebastian moved one arm from underneath me, tearing his glasses from his face and throwing them to the side, the lack of barrier allowing us to deepen our kiss.
He returned his hand to my ass, holding my back against the bookshelf for support. I fisted the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer despite there being no gap to close.
We devoured each other hungrily. Desperately. I couldn't possibly get enough of him.
He smiled into our kiss as I grasped the back of his neck and intertwined our tongues even more. A gasp quietly escaped me as he squeezed my ass and slid me up higher on his torso. The friction sent a jolt of heat between my thighs, and I already felt myself getting wet for him.
“Seb,” I moaned his name into his mouth. I needed more. More of this. More of him.
He sensed my need and carefully lowered me to the ground, not breaking our kiss. With my feet planted to the floor, he moved his lips from mine and trailed them down my neck. My whole body tingled from the feel of his mouth nipping at my skin.
Sebastian pulled his mouth away from my flesh to look at me, gazing into my eyes, full of desire for him.
“Please,” I begged, not needing to say what for.
He smirked in satisfaction at how quickly I was coming undone for him. Then, as if I wasn't already craving him enough, he dropped to his knees before me.
Gods. Seeing this man—this powerful force of a man—kneeling before me sent me into absolute shambles.
I chewed my lip, anticipating what he was going to do to me—how he was about to make me feel.
He looked into my face, smiling deviously with the knowledge that he had full control as he gripped the sides of my lounge pants, pulling them down past my knees. I trembled as his hands cupped the inside of my thighs, applying gentle pressure to spread them apart.
His fingers traced up my legs, moving for my panties and hooking under the lace. He slid them down to join my pants at my feet, leaving me on display to him.
He took in the sight of me, bare and vulnerable. “Beautiful,” he whispered into my flesh as he planted kisses on the inside of my thighs, working his way up.
Fuck.
I was a silent observer as his head dipped forward, closing in on me. I shook as his breath warmed my core, teasing me.
He looked up at me with his glorious eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”
I nodded eagerly, unable to speak.
At my approval, I was met with my own gasp, brought on by the sensation of his tongue trailing over the most sensitive parts of me. He started off slowly, savoring me with his mouth.
My head dropped back, reveling in the euphoria he presented to me.
“You taste even better than I imagined you would,” he said breathily as he continued to ruin me with his tongue and teeth.
“You’ve thought about this?” I breathed amidst my moans.
“You haven't?”
Of course I have.
I tangled my hands through his hair as he moved his tongue in faster, tighter circles over my clit. He was going to utterly destroy me.
Sebastian pulled his mouth away to trail a single finger up the inside of my thigh, moving it to my center and rubbing the sensitive bud of my core.
He played with me in taunting, tantalizing motions before slipping his finger inside of me.
I let out a breathy moan as it entered me, sliding in easily. “You're so wet for me, Maeve.”
His mouth began licking me again, damning me to complete silence as I lost the ability to form words. He worked his fingers and tongue together, moving them meticulously to bring me to the edge.
“Please.” I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a hold of his hair and lifted his head to look at me. “I need you,” I pleaded. “Now.”
Sebastian chuckled, his finger still moving inside of me. He shook his head. “No. Not here.”
My mouth opened to argue, but cried out instead as he inserted another finger. My neck fell back and I returned to that undeniable sense of euphoria as his fingers worked within me.
“I want you completely bare and sprawled on my bed when I take you for the first time,” he spoke into my skin, his voice primal and demanding.
Without any warning, his mouth was back on me. He flexed his fingers inside of me while he focused his tongue on my clit. He was so close to bringing me into oblivion.
“Fuck, Seb,” I cried out, dangerously close to climaxing.
He moved his other hand up to cover my mouth, quieting me—we were in the archives, after all.
“That's it, baby. Give in to me”
It wasn't long before I was whimpering into his hand as I came around his fingers, falling apart for him.
“Good girl.”
I grabbed his wrist and moved his hand from my mouth, sucking in air to try and catch my breath.
He pulled his fingers from inside of me, bringing them to his lips and licking me off of him. He slid my panties back up, then my pants as he rose from his knees.
His swollen lips laid on top of mine, and I tasted myself on him as he kissed me passionately.
Sebastian pulled back, grinning at the sight of me. I couldn't move—or speak, for that matter. He'd left me in complete wreckage.
“Think you'll be able to sleep now?”