Sebastian
Chapter twenty-three
I trail my tongue through her slit, lapping at her, tasting her, and all the while, my eyes never leave hers.
“So sweet,” I say as I adjust so I can slip a finger inside of her.
Addicting. That’s what she is.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of her.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s close.
How did I get so lucky that she’s allowing me to be the one to see her naked, take care of her, make her come?
Now, if I could only figure out how to make this permanent between the two of us.
The thought hits me like a brick, and I push it aside. Probably just a in the heat of the moment feeling. Nothing more.
I focus back on the woman spread out in front of me, on making her feel good. It doesn’t take much more before she’s coming with a yell.
I swipe my tongue through her one more time before moving my head from between her legs and wiping a hand down my face. I crawl all the way up her body, pausing to kiss her tiny baby bump again, then, balancing over her on my forearms, I kiss her.
She moans when she tastes herself on me, sinking her fingers into my scalp. She moves her other hand between my legs and rakes her fingers along my length, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when she makes contact with my piercing.
I got it on a whim seven years ago. Call it a quarter-life crisis or just being young and dumb at twenty-five. It was painful as hell to get done and while it was healing, but now it heightens sex. For both parties. So overall, a good decision, even if there was a while I was questioning it.
I cannot wait to make Sutton come on my piercings. Feel her tightening around me, milking the come out of me. I get harder as she strokes me, and I need to be inside of her now. I tear my lips away from hers.
I’m panting as I reach down to still her hand. “I want to be inside of you when I come.”
“But I wasn’t done playing.” She reaches for me, but I move off her and get to my feet before she can touch me again. “Hey. That’s not fair,” she whines.
“I need to get a condom.”
“You don’t need to.”
My eyes widen and I swallow. Is she saying what I think she is? “What are you saying?”
“I’m already pregnant, and I’m disease free. And I really want to feel you inside of me bare.” Bloody hell. “I want to feel your piercings with nothing between us. I bet it’ll feel amazing.” I stroke myself as she talks. “But if you’re not comfortable, I understand …”
“I got tested recently too, and I’m all clear,” I tell her as I climb back onto the bed and settle over her. “Are you comfortable in this position?”
“I am.” She widens her legs. “Now, I need you to fill me up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I notch my head at her entrance and push inside of her slowly, allowing her time to get used to my size. She tightens around me. “Breathe.”
I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth as she relaxes, and I use that movement to push farther inside of her as I lavish first one tit then the other with attention.
Holy hell, does she feel amazing.
“You good?” I ask, letting go of her tit when I’m fully seated inside of her.
“I’m fine. I need you to move. Please.”
I do as she asks, pulling out all the way out before pistoning my hips and slamming back into her. She clutches my biceps, her nails biting into my skin. I nip at her bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue.
“Touch yourself.” I gently guide her hand between us.
“I can feel your piercing every time you do that,” she says as I drag my dick in and out of her. “It feels so fucking good.” Her eyes flutter shut. “I’m so close.”
“You going to come on my cock?”
“Yes.” She whines. “Can I?”
“Pl-please do,” I grind out, starting to lose control but needing her to get there first.
“Right there. So good,” she chants. “I’m coming,” she yells out as her pussy walls squeeze around me.
I piston my hips a few more times as she continues to spasm around me, and the tingling at the base of my spine starts. I won’t last much longer.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she says, squeezing me. “Come for me, husband. Fill me up.”
Her words send me over the edge, and I slam into her a few more times, coming on a roar. I slump over her, barely catching myself with my hands, my vision going black for a few seconds. I lie still, trying to catch my breath.
“Bloody hell.”
She runs a hand over my back. “When can we do that again?”
“Whenever you want.” I get up and go clean myself off before getting a washcloth for her. I help her clean up before she goes to the bathroom and I climb back into bed.
“Will you stay?” I ask her when she comes back into the room.
“If you want me to.” She climbs into the bed, and I tuck her against me.
“I do.”
Forever and ever.
Now, I have to figure out if that’s even possible and if she wants that.