chapter 24
Remi
WHEN SEBASTIAN LAYS ME DOWN on the bed—delicately, like I’m something he’s afraid to break—I feel like I’m about to have my first time all over again.
My heart is racing, my skin prickling, my lungs struggling to hold air.
I’m torn between wanting to rip his clothes off as fast as I can and wanting to savor this, to explore every inch of him until the sunrise paints my walls with rays of gold and pink.
Out in the living room, the song changes again, this time to “Infinity.”
“Remi,” Sebastian whispers as he lowers himself onto the bed on top of me, my mattress dipping beneath his weight. His fingertips trace my face, then slip around the back of my head, and he slowly pulls my scrunchie out, freeing my hair so it falls all around us.
“Sebastian,” I whisper back, touching his cheekbones with my fingers, then lowering them to his lips, feeling his breath against my skin.
His eyes search mine, and they’re a rich, dark brown in this light, like rain-soaked soil or the bark of an old oak. He’s so fucking beautiful, in a way that feels real, that feels . . . true. Maybe truer than anything or anyone I’ve known before.
“Are you sure?” he asks, even as I feel the heat and pressure in his jeans, straining against me where I still have my legs wrapped around him.
His tenderness makes emotion rise into my throat, and all I can do is nod.
I’m sure.
With every cell in my body, I want this.
Slowly, I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, and he sits up on his knees, lifting his arms so I can slide the fabric off over his head.
His body is a piece of art: broad shoulders, defined abs, biceps that have no trouble carrying me from room to room.
He’s kneeling on the edge of my bed now, and I sit up, my legs still draped around his hips.
With steady fingers, he lifts my T-shirt off and over my head, then drops the fabric to my bedroom floor. I’m wearing a lightweight black bralette, and Sebastian traces his palm up my waist, along my ribs, then—
I catch my breath as he covers my breast with his palm and squeezes. His thumb drifts lazily across my nipple, which hardens at his touch, poking against the thin fabric.
“Take it off,” I whisper to him.
So he does. Gently, so as not to catch the fabric on my piercings, he eases the bralette off my breasts and over my head. And when his gaze caresses me, I feel like it’s the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of a man—like no one has ever seen me as clearly as he does.
“Did these hurt?” he asks, slowly guiding me back onto the bed, then lowering his lips to one of my pierced nipples. His tongue flicks out, wetting the metal, and I moan softly as he sucks the swollen bud into his mouth.
“Y-yes,” I gasp out, feeling myself get wet as Sebastian gently nips at my hard nipple, then eases the sting with the soft touch of his tongue. “Like my soul left my body.”
He rumbles out a low laugh, then moves to my other breast, heaping the same amount of attention on that nipple, licking and sucking until both my tits gleam in the pale moonlight coming through my open blinds.
Outside, the sun has set, and darkness crawls across the desert, creating shadows that cling to the walls of my room and paint Sebastian’s body in swashes of black.
“Do you like them?” I ask.
His mouth turns up into a smile. “I love them. They’re so sexy.”
He trails his thumb across one of the metal bars, and the sensation makes me curl my toes.
Then his hand moves down, from my breast to my ribs to my waist. His fingers dip under the waistband of my leggings, and he looks up, meeting my eyes in the deepening dark.
I take a breath, breasts rising and falling, and my fingers twist into my plush comforter as he finally begins to guide the fabric off my hips, then over my knees, and finally off my feet.
Now I’m clad in nothing but a lacy black thong—one I picked specifically for this moment, hoping our date tonight would lead here.
Though I had no idea this was how it would feel—not just physical, but almost spiritual, in a way that makes me think I’ve never been fucked in the way he’s about to fuck me.
Instead of taking my panties off, he starts to kiss his way down the length of my body, taking a deliciously infuriating amount of time. His lips brush each of my ribs, linger at my belly button, move to my hip bones . . .
I’m squirming on the bed now, aching for him to touch me. My pussy flutters, trembling with need. Tiny whimpers leave my lips, but he keeps up that maddeningly slow pace.
And then he lowers himself to his knees next to my bed, so his head is at the perfect level for him to—
His fingers wrap around my panties, and finally, he’s pulling them off. Strings of wetness cling to the fabric, the panties already soaked even though he hasn’t touched me yet.
Sebastian groans, low and deep. His gaze traces me: my naked pussy lips, my swollen clit, the juice glistening along the insides of my thighs. His hands wrap around my legs, and he scoots me to the edge of the bed, then shifts to press my thighs down and apart, making my pussy gape open for him.
His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and he holds my stare as he slowly, slowly lowers his mouth to my cunt. And—
Holy fuck.
I let out a moan as his lips close over my clit. I swear I see stars dancing on my dark ceiling.
My grip on the comforter tightens until my fingers ache. Sebastian sucks my clit into his mouth, bathes it in the wet heat from his tongue. Then he slides lower, still pressing my thighs apart, and his tongue pushes inside me.
Tears spring to my eyes—a mixture of devastating need and overwhelming ecstasy. Finally, he’s inside me.
He fucks me with his tongue, deep and slow, making me groan as The xx continues to play over the speakers in the living room. Then he licks me from cunt to clit, spreading my wetness across my bare pussy lips before sucking my clit into his mouth again.
My muscles start to tense, and my heart beats faster, matching the pace of my panted breaths.
“Y-you’re going to make me cum already,” I gasp out.
His tongue passes over my clit again before he lifts his head and whispers, “How many times can you cum, beautiful?”
He’s still holding my thighs apart, and now that his tongue is no longer inside me, I’m aching to be filled by him. I need it so badly that a few tears are starting to gather on my lower lids, ready to spill.
“I-I don’t know.”
In the darkness, his lips form the shape of a smile. “Let’s find out.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is between my legs again, licking and lapping at me. His tongue is hot and wet, and he makes delicious sounds as he pushes it into me, then drags it along my swollen pussy lips, then sinks it in again.
I’m breathing so hard that I’m starting to get lightheaded. If I were standing, I’d be afraid to pass out.
My toes curl as tension continues to build deep inside me. “I’m . . . almost there,” I whisper, still gripping the comforter, my teeth gritted against the tidal wave preparing to crash over me.
Right before I can cum, Sebastian moves his mouth to my clit and sinks two fingers into my pussy, stretching me, curling his fingers as he thrusts them knuckle-deep.
Everything goes still, suspended in time. My breath hitches, my eyes close.
And I cum for him. I cum so fucking hard.
It makes me cry out, my whole body trembling, my pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he continues to fuck me with them, making wet sounds I know I’ll hear on repeat every time I touch myself from this night forward.
He coaxes a long orgasm out of me, pleasuring me until I’m left shaking and gasping on the mattress.
As my climax passes, Sebastian makes a satisfied sound, and he drags his tongue across my throbbing clit one last time, making me squeal at the sensitivity. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me, then slips them into his mouth, and I whimper as he sucks them clean.
Who the fuck is this guy, with dimples and innocent brown eyes but a tongue that can make me feel like I just got whisked away to another planet?
“You taste so fucking good,” he whispers, then pushes up from the floor and bends over the bed to press a kiss to my mouth. I taste myself on him, a mix of salty and sweet, and it makes me groan.
But more than that, it makes me want to taste him.
So I wrap my arms around him, tugging him down onto the bed atop me. Then I flip us over on the mattress, and Sebastian lets out a surprised breath as I straddle him, my pussy leaking hot wetness all across his bare abs. His cock strains against his zipper, begging to come out and play.
Despite the pressure in his jeans, Sebastain takes a moment to look up at me. His palm cradles my face, and he tucks a tangled strand of hair behind my ear. I turn my face to kiss his palm.
Then, wearing nothing but a smile, I ease myself off of the bed, moving to stand between his thighs as he rises up onto his forearms. And I reach for the button on his jeans.