CHAPTER 33 #2
I returned a short while later. She eyed the items in my arms nervously, but I didn’t miss the way her thighs clenched when I set them on the closest chair. She was so wet, I’d smelled her arousal from across the room.
“It’s not a proper break without lunch.” I unscrewed the cap of a half-empty whiskey bottle.
“We had lunch three hours ago.”
“Three hours is a long time.” I brought the bottle to her mouth. “Open.”
“We shouldn’t be drinking during work,” she said breathlessly.
My voice hardened. “Open your mouth, Maya.”
She didn’t argue again. A soft, dreamy sigh escaped through her nose as I tipped the bottle toward her lips. Whiskey dribbled into her mouth, and her throat worked to swallow at the same pace I was pouring.
My cock throbbed. Once I was satisfied she’d had enough, I yanked the bottle away and leaned forward to capture her mouth in a rough, messy kiss. She tasted sweet and smoky and so damn intoxicating I could spend the remainder of my days surviving on her kisses alone.
My free hand slid over her shoulder and down the curve of her waist. I tugged her shirt up, and we broke apart so she could pull it over her head.
My gaze raked over her, drinking in the sight of her half-naked form sprawled across the table.
She was a feast waiting to be devoured, and I was fucking starving.
“You have the world’s most perfect breasts.
Do you know that?” I tilted the bottle again and poured a trail down the center of her body.
She gasped, her back arching as I brought the bottle back up and splashed more whiskey over her chest. “Soft…” I set the bottle down and leaned over her.
“Firm…” My lips skimmed the gentle curve of her breast. “Perfect,” I repeated huskily.
I drew a peaked nipple into my mouth and sucked. Another whimper fell from her lips when I scraped my teeth over the sensitive bud. I took my time, licking and lathing and rolling the nipple between my fingers until I didn’t taste the alcohol at all, and she was squirming helplessly beneath me.
“Seb. Please.” She reached for me, but I stopped her with a firm hand.
“Don’t move, or I’ll leave you like this,” I warned. “I don’t like it when people interrupt my meals.”
But I took pity on her and moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as I had the previous one.
Once I was satisfied with my ministrations, I turned my attention to the rest of her body.
Her muscles quivered as I lapped up every drop of whiskey with relish.
It tasted sweet against her skin, and the sound of her breathy moans was even sweeter.
I made my way down her stomach and to the waistband of her shorts. Maya’s hips bucked, chasing a type of friction I refused to let her have yet.
“Seb.” She was sobbing now, her legs splaying open as I removed the rest of her clothing.
I hissed out a sharp breath. She was fucking drenched. Her thighs glistened with her juices, and the air was thick with the musky scent of her arousal. It seeped into my blood and mixed with the alcohol for a high unlike any I’d experienced before.
I looked up at her, my pulse thrumming. Her skin glistened in the late afternoon light. She was panting, her face flushed, her mouth swollen, and her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I wished I could take a picture of her just like this—completely undone and wrecked with pleasure.
I’d barely started, and she was already killing me.
“Yes?” I rubbed a thumb over her thigh, smearing it with her juices. I brought it to my mouth and licked it off. Delicious.
“Please,” she begged again. “No more teasing. I want—I need…God.” Her head fell back against the table when I pushed two fingers inside her. They glided through her slickness with almost no friction.
“Please what?” I curled my fingers, hitting a spot that made her legs shake. “Please fuck you? Or please eat you out right here in your kitchen while the taste of my cum is still in your mouth?”
We hadn’t had penetrative sex since the stairwell. We’d done everything else, but I’d been waiting for the right moment to fully consummate our relationship again.
“Both,” Maya gasped. “Both, please.”
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I dragged my fingers out and slammed them back in again, eliciting a strangled cry. “I’ll make you a deal. If you can stop yourself from coming while I eat your pussy, I’ll fuck you as many times as you want.”
She had enough fire left inside her to lift her head and glare at me. “You bastard.”
“Is that a yes?” I kept my fingers inside her and ground the heel of my palm against her clit.
Maya’s body jerked, her walls clenching tight around me. She gave up fighting. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I was dying to bury my tongue inside her, but she was so on edge that she might come immediately.
Instead, I took my time… with a little help from the props I’d collected earlier.
Chocolate syrup. Honey. Whipped cream. I sampled each one individually, drizzling them over her body and cleaning them off with meticulous care.
I nibbled gently on the inside of her thighs and sucked her clit into my mouth, indulging myself until I tasted more of her than anything else.
Out of all the desserts, she was the sweetest.
The skies outside darkened. Maya’s pleas dissolved into incoherent sobs, but she’d held off coming with impressive willpower.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her hands fisted at her sides as she fought off her orgasm.
She was trembling all over, and I helped her out a bit, slowing down and pulling back when I sensed she was about to tip over the edge.
My cock was so hard it’d passed the point of pain a long time ago, and eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore either. I held her hips with both hands, thrust my tongue inside her cunt—and she broke.
Maya came with a loud, keening wail. Her juices drenched my face, and if I hadn’t been holding her down, she would’ve bucked right off the table.
Her pussy clenched desperately around my tongue as I continued thrusting into her, and the end of her orgasm rolled straight into another one.
She ground against my face, riding out wave after wave of pleasure until she finally went limp.
My balls tightened. My cock jerked, and something hot and wet splattered across my stomach.
I half laughed, half groaned. Jesus. I’d come without touching myself.
I couldn’t remember the last time that’d happened, if it’d ever happened at all. But Maya was so damn addicting, she made me lose all sense of time and control.
I could keep my face buried in her gorgeous pussy forever and die a happy man, but I needed to clean us up. Judging by her slack limbs, she was in no shape to stand or walk on her own.
I reluctantly stood and wiped my mouth. She was still making little whimpers, her hips undulating mindlessly as I bent over her.
I kissed her softly, my lips brushing hers with every word. “Best meal I’ve ever had.”
Maya
It took us over an hour to clean ourselves properly in the shower. The chocolate and whipped cream came off easily, but the honey stuck. Literally. Plus, neither of us was operating at full speed.
I could barely walk after what happened in the kitchen. Sebastian had to carry me to the bathroom, where he’d bathed and washed me with enough care to make my chest squeeze.
My limbs were heavy and languid from my earlier orgasms, and the mirrors were fogged up from the steam. He’d given me my biggest orgasms ever (plural), but…
“Why do you look so sad?” Sebastian asked, his words tinged with both amusement and concern.
We were still in the shower, and the water sprayed against his back, soaking his hair and dripping down his naked torso.
He looked like some sort of sea god who’d deigned to grace the mortal lands with his presence.
“I’m not sad.” The sound of the shower muffled my voice. “I’m, well…” I was too embarrassed to continue.
“Well, what?” He reached up to smooth a lock of hair out of my face. “You can tell me.”
I sighed, my face heating. “I’m upset I lost our bet.”
I was so sure he’d crack before me, but then he did that thing with his tongue, and I was a goner.
Sebastian blinked. A beat passed before laughter rumbled from his chest. It started low, but it gradually built and built until his shoulders shook with unrestrained mirth.
“It’s not funny!” I protested.
His eyes gleamed with humor, but he regained enough control to ask, “Do you want me to fuck you, mon ange?”
“Not anymore,” I grumbled. “Not after you laughed in my face.”
“I’m sorry.” He was still laughing, but the sound gradually faded as he placed his hands on my hips and drew me to him. He pressed his mouth to my shoulder. “Tell me. Is that what you want?” He kissed his way up my neck, his lips teasing my earlobe. “For me to fuck you in the shower?”
This time, my sigh was softer, more pliant. “Maybe.”
“Maybe isn’t good enough. Give me a yes or no.”
I closed my eyes when he nibbled on my earlobe. A shiver ghosted down my spine. He always knew exactly how and where to touch me to make me lose control. “Yes.”
“See?” Sebastian’s voice was husky now, no trace of amusement to be found.
“All you had to do was ask.” He maneuvered us so my back was against the wall.
“We’ve waited long enough, and you came so beautifully on my face.
” Another chuckle slipped out when I blushed.
“I think you deserve a reward. Don’t you? ”
I sucked in a sharp inhale when he slid inside me. Even though we hadn’t had proper sex in over a month, my body molded around his like it was made for him—or his was made for me.
My eyes fluttered shut again when he started moving. I was still hypersensitive from my earlier orgasms, and it didn’t take long before I was floating on a cloud of bliss again.
Unlike our first time, this was slow and sensual, our bodies moving in perfect sync as Sebastian kissed me with unhurried thoroughness.
It wasn’t about achieving orgasm as much as it was about being together, and when I came, it was a sweet, gentle crest instead of blinding intensity.
It was no less pleasurable than my previous highs, but it was more intimate. More profound.
“Je t’aime,” Sebastian whispered, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you.”
Warmth unspooled in my chest. I melted against him, my reply coming out on a sigh. “I love you too.”
I love you. It was the first time we’d said those words to each other as adults. He’d told me in his letter, but that was over a dozen years and thousands of miles ago.
This was different. This was here and now, and it was real. So real I felt it settle deep within my bones, anchoring me.
Most couples agonized over when to say the L word because they wanted to time it perfectly, or they weren’t sure whether the other person felt the same way. But for us—for me—the words came as naturally as breathing.
I guess part of me had always known, from the moment Sebastian and I had met, that our lives would be intertwined forever. Our relationship could’ve gone one of two ways, and we’d spent most of our lives on the other path. I was glad we’d made it to this one.
Now that we’d found each other, we wouldn’t get lost again.
I was sure of it.