Chapter 44 #2
At last I dropped my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Sebastian’s eyes impossibly widened as they roamed my bare skin, the only clothing I dawned being my fairly skimpy panties.
“Gods, you are beautiful.” The gravel in his voice was a force to be reckoned with as he stalked towards me, immediately pressing his mouth to mine.
With my panties and his dress pants being the only barrier between us, I could have fallen apart right then and there. He ground his hips against me, eliciting a low moan from my mouth.
His lips dipped to my neck, tickling the sensitive flesh before roaming upward and halting at my earlobe with a slight nip. “If at any point you get uncomfortable, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
My breathing hastened as need consumed every nerve in my body. “What are you going to do to me?”
He pulled back, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “Nothing I think you won’t like, love.”
Sebastian stepped back and took my hand in his, using it to guide me to our bed. “Sit.”
I obeyed, and he dropped to his knees before me. Firm hands settled upon my thighs which he used to force my legs apart, spreading me before him.
“Lay back.” His fingers laced into my underwear, guiding them annoyingly slowly down my legs. He gathered the material in his fist before tucking it in his back pocket. “I’m taking these back to Lumosia with me,” he purred, grinning deviously up at me.
Gods.
My back sank into the plush mattress when he lowered his mouth to me. Anticipation threatened to make me lose control as he trailed tiny, teasing kisses along the inside of the thigh. His palm flattened over my navel, holding me down.
“Close your eyes and keep them closed. That’s an order.”
Biting my lip with angst, my eyes squeezed until I saw black, though overwhelming suspense made the mundane task difficult.
A high-pitched gasp pulled from my throat when his teeth and tongue unexpectedly slid over my core. He teased me with agonizing light and slow licks every few seconds, building up the tension inside of me to a devastating level.
It didn’t take much for me to beg for him, so I’m sure it didn’t come as a surprise when I moaned out a breathless, please.
He chuckled into my flesh, the vibration making me shiver. “I love hearing you beg for me.”
“Well you sure make me do it often enough,” I answered, squeezing my eyelids even tighter when they tried to part.
“Shh. I want you to completely let go and let me take care of you.” His voice was no more than a low moan over my core.
I whimpered when he finally settled his entire mouth over me. He refused to hold back as he sucked and lapped at my clit, drawing cries of pleasure free from my lungs.
I was dangerously close to the edge. With each stroke of his tongue, he built me up higher and higher until I bordered the edge of blistering satisfaction.
“I know I tell you all the time, but you taste so fucking good.” He laid another devastating sweep over my clit. “And you have no idea how good you feel on my tongue,” he rasped as he pulled his mouth away, the abrupt removal of his lips making my eyes jump open.
His mouth bent into a wet smirk. “Not a good listener, are we?”
“Don’t act so surprised.” He had known that fact about me since we met.
Sebastian chuckled and stood upright, the bulge in his dress pants sending an instant wave of satisfaction throughout me. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
My heart rattled as he marched to the dresser, then returned to the bed with a silk tie wrapped around his hand.
“What’s that for?” Propping myself up on my elbows, my thighs clenched closed to try and ignore the tantalizing situation he’d left me in.
He did not respond. Instead, he placed the material over my eyes and tied it securely behind my head so that all I could see was black.
“Oh,” I breathed, chewing my lip in excitement.
My body arched slightly when Sebastian's hand settled against my chest, guiding me gently down to my back. “Remember what I said. If you aren’t comfortable at any point, just tell me and I’ll stop. Understood?”
I nodded, then flinched again at the sound of a belt buckle and the feel of his hand capturing both of my wrists. Cool leather replaced his hand as he fed the belt’s end through the clasp and tightened the constraints, leaving my arms locked over my head.
It was tight, though not enough to elicit any pain. Just tight enough to keep me where he wanted me.
Before I had any time to think, his mouth settled on me again, the silky motions of his tongue and the depravity of my senses creating a whole new world of sensations in my body.
“You good?” he asked between licks.
“Mhm,” I answered, unable to form a true word.
At my response, his mouth released me, only to be replaced by one of his fingers teasing my entrance.
My back arched, but he pushed me flat once more, holding me down with his forearm. “Am I going to need to hold you here, or will you stay still for me?” he purred, the deep, guttural tone in his voice somehow making me even wetter than I already was.
“Still,” I rasped out amidst a moan. “I’ll. Stay. Still.”
With that confirmation, he removed his arm and pushed a finger inside of me, thrusting it back and forth while using the soft pad of his thumb to massage my clit.
Gods, the fact that I ever thought I could give this up was absolutely insane. I couldn’t give him up. Not then, not now, not ever. I wouldn't. Sebastian Hawthorne was mine, and I was his. Always.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Please,” I practically whined. I’d been ready since I saw his damn muscles bulging through his jacket while we were at dinner.
Though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the cockiness of his smile. “That's my girl,” he whispered, sliding his finger out of me.
“This whole starting-stopping thing is driving me insane,” I groaned, bucking my hips slightly to ask for more.
“It’ll be worth it. Trust me.” His lips were still wet as they found mine. He sucked me into a needy kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue when he slipped into my mouth.
“Ready?” He ceased the kiss and the temperature in the room dropped at the release of his words.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
“You don’t even know what for.” He chuckled.
“I don’t care as long as it involves you and me, naked in this bed.”
At the release of my words, a cool, icy sensation hovered over my nipple, startling me when the cold front settled on my skin.
“Magic?” I whispered through a breath, my suspicion confirmed as the chill drifted down my stomach, stopping right above where Sebastian's mouth had been tormenting me prior.
I whimpered, my body shaking when two of his fingers—slippery and frozen like an icicle—skimmed my clit before delving back inside of me. He pumped them in and out, jolting them back and forth against my walls, the motion and coolness threatening to utterly destroy me.
“Fuck.” The curse came out as a moan as the feeling left me incapable of forming any other words.
“Does that feel good, love?” Sebastian murmured, his knees hitting the ground with a thud right before his tongue settled on me again.
With that, I completely lost the ability to speak. It was all too much. The sensations. The feel of him everywhere. All over my body.
I wanted nothing more than to grab a fistful of his hair and pull his lips into my own, but my hands were immobile. I wanted to watch him enjoy me, but all I had the pleasure of seeing was darkness. And the way he was using his magic…I couldn't—
Release found me with the addition of another finger, this one coated in a thick layer of ribbed frost. Oh. My. Gods.
I couldn't even call out for him—the only sound I was capable of making were moans of raw ecstasy. He didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers and tongue until I had rode the entire wave of my orgasm. Only then did he release me, unbuckling my hands and pulling the tie over my head.
I brushed my hair out of my eyes, my mouth stuck open in unbelievable shock at whatever he just did to me.
When my vision cleared, I was met by Sebastian's own expression of lust. He began to speak, but I didn’t hear a single word.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me, crashing my lips to his.
“I need more of you,” I pleaded, the desperation in my voice undeniable. I dropped my fingers to his pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them down to his thighs.
He slipped an arm underneath me, then rolled us over so I was on top of him. He jerked his hips to pull his pants off the rest of the way, then I got to quick work on his boxers.
He sprang free underneath me, and the size of him quite literally blew my mind, just as it always did. My head cocked slightly, unbeknownst to me.
“You look like you've seen a ghost,” he snickered, his eyebrow raised when I pulled my gaze free from his length.
I shook my head. “I just still can’t believe that…fits.”
Sebastian smirked presumptuously, folding his arms behind his head. “Oh, it fits. And you take it all like such a good girl.”
Fucking hell.
I took his cock in my hand, running my thumb over the droplet of wetness that had escaped from the tip. It jerked in my grasp before I scooted back on his legs, preparing to put my lips around it when Sebastian's fist found my hair, pulling my gaze back to him.
“I love when you suck my cock, I really do. But after watching you come like that, if I don’t fuck you right now, then I think I might actually die.”
I fought back a giddy smile by chewing the inside of my cheek. “Well maybe I’m in charge now.” I attempted to change roles, but the singular laugh Sebastian released was enough of an answer.
“Nice try.” He put his hands on my hips, pulling me up and over him.
Without hesitation, I sunk down, taking every inch of him inside of me just like he said I could.
His eyes rolled back, and his deep groan of pleasure motivated me further as I began to ride him. My hips rocked, sliding my body up and down the entirety of him.
“I really don’t want to leave you, Maeve,” he growled, adjusting us by sitting upright and putting an arm around me for support.
“Are you going to miss any other parts of me, or just the way I ride you?” Lustful sarcasm slipped off my tongue as I delved it between his lips, kissing him needily.
“Every. Single. Fucking. Part. of. You.” The words were scattered within our kiss.
Forcing my mouth away, I tossed my head back as I picked up speed, splaying an arm against his chest for extra reinforcement.
“But especially the way you ride me,” he added with a slight grunt, letting his eyes fall closed.
He whimpered—actually whimpered—when he came for me. He spilled himself inside of me, his release dripping onto my thighs when I came once more with a scream of rapture.
His body went slack beneath me, and I collapsed onto him, both of us panting heavily like we had just finished a marathon.
“That might be in the top three,” I pointed out through gasps of air. “That was just plain impeccable.”
“Definitely top three. Maybe even number one. Although the time in the storage room was pretty damn great. Oh! Actually, that time after—”
I slapped a hand over his mouth with a single huff of laughter. “We don’t talk about that time.”
He snickered.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself off of him and sunk into the mattress by his side. “So, now should we have a serious conversation like we usually do after sex, or do you wanna leave it at that and go to bed?”
He turned to me, his deep brown hair curlier than usual from his sweat. “I think for right now, just for this one night, we should pretend that nothing else matters in the world except for the love between you and I.”
My heart swelled to an uncomfortable fullness, and I smiled. “I think that sounds like the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”