Chapter 16 #2
I trail kisses along her jaw, tasting her skin, breathing her in. “For me, you are.”
Her nipple hardens against my tongue as I suck gently, drawing a gasp from her lips. The sound drives me wild, making me pull her closer. Her back arches off the bed, pressing more of her breast into my mouth.
I graze my teeth across the sensitive peak, and her fingers tighten in my hair. The slight sting only heightens everything.
My other hand cups her neglected breast, thumb circling the nipple in time with my tongue. She tastes like everything I didn’t know I needed—everything I’d been missing. The sound she makes—a half-gasp, half-moan—sends blood rushing south so fast I feel dizzy with it.
Bailey arches up. “Oh God, that thing you just did with your tongue...”
She rambles when she’s turned on, I realize. Of course she does.
“Do it again? Please? I mean, if you want to, you don’t have to, but—”
I silence her with another swirl of my tongue, rewarded with another broken moan. The sounds she makes drive me wild in a way I’ve never experienced.
“Too many clothes still,” she mutters against my mouth. “Why are there so many clothes? Who invented clothes, anyway? That person was clearly a sadist who never experienced good sex or—”
I catch her hands, pin them above her head with one hand while the other traces down her body. “Patience.”
“Patience is overrated,” she huffs, arching against me. “We nearly died today. Multiple times. We could die tomorrow. Or in five minutes if those wolves come back. Life is short, and my patience is shorter.”
Her words hit a nerve. She’s right. We nearly died. Could still die out here, miles from help, injured and exposed to the elements. Every heartbeat counts, every touch precious.
“Touch me,” she demands, writhing beneath me. “Now, Sebastian.”
My restraint shatters. I release her hands, recapturing her mouth in a bruising kiss as my fingers slide between her thighs. She’s soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers. The evidence of her desire sends a fresh surge of blood to my already-aching erection.
Her moan vibrates against my lips as I circle her clit, feeling the small bundle of nerves swell further under my touch. Her hips buck, seeking more pressure, more friction. The movement is uncoordinated, imperfect—and all the more arousing for it.
“Yes,” she gasps, breaking the kiss. “There. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.”
“Inside,” she demands, her hand finding mine, pushing my fingers lower. “Please.”
I slide one finger into her heat, then another. Her body welcomes me, grips me. She’s tight, wet. The thought of burying myself in that heat makes my cock pulse against my boxers, a drop of pre-come dampening the fabric.
Her eyes fly open as I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
Her gaze locks with mine, pupils blown wide with desire.
She doesn’t look away, doesn’t close her eyes, or tilt her head for a more flattering angle.
She just watches me, lips parted, cheeks flushed, present in her pleasure.
“Sebastian.” My name never sounded so perfect. “I’m close.”
“I know.” I press my thumb against her clit, watching her face as she comes apart. Her orgasm transforms her. Head thrown back, thighs trembling around my hand, inner muscles clenching around my fingers, honest pleasure washing through her. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I keep touching her through the aftershocks, gentling my movements as she becomes sensitive. Her body gradually relaxes beneath me, the tremors subsiding as her breathing slows. For a moment, we’re perfectly still, the only sounds our breathing and the crackling fire.
Her eyes flutter open, pupils still dilated, cheeks flushed. A smile spreads across her face. She reaches up, traces her fingertips along my jawline with surprising tenderness.
“That was...” she whispers, then shakes her head, as if words are suddenly inadequate.
I lean down, press my lips to her forehead.
Her hands slide down my chest, lingering over my heartbeat, then lower to my stomach. The brief pause has done nothing to diminish my desire for her. If anything, watching her come apart in my arms has made me want her more desperately than before.
Her fingers reach the waistband of my boxers, more determined now.
“Off,” she commands, tugging at the waistband. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
I’ve never needed anyone like this, with such bone-deep urgency. I strip off my boxers, my erection springing free, heavy and aching. She reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around my length. The first touch of her hand nearly undoes me.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the sleeping bag,” she admits, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head, spreading the moisture gathered there.
“Well, not just this. All of it. You. Us. The whole sweaty, naked package. Though this is definitely a highlight.” She squeezes gently. “A very impressive highlight.”
I groan, half from pleasure, half from her ridiculous commentary. “Bailey.”
“What?” She grins up at me, shameless. “Just appreciating the goods. Complimenting the equipment. Admiring the—”
I kiss her again, partly to silence her, but mostly because I can’t help it. Her hand keeps moving, exploring, driving me to the edge. I reach down to stop her.
“Not yet,” I manage. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers. “Now.”
I reach for my wallet, fishing out the condom I always carry. Bailey’s eyes widen when she sees it, a mix of relief and curiosity crossing her features.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you have one, but why do you carry condoms?” Her question holds no judgment, just her usual unfiltered curiosity.
“I’m not a cheater, if that’s what you’re asking.” The words come out more defensive than intended. I soften my tone. “Rebecca didn’t like to take pills, so we used condoms.”
Her fingers tremble as she takes the condom from me.
The moonlight catches her face, showing the slight flush on her cheeks.
When she touches me, rolling the latex down my length, I have to close my eyes.
Each brush of her fingers sends sparks through my body.
I focus on breathing, on not losing control under her careful touch.
“Is this okay?” she whispers, and the uncertainty in her voice makes me open my eyes. She’s watching my face, biting her lower lip in that way that drives me crazy.
“More than okay.” My voice comes out rough. Her hands are still moving, spreading warmth everywhere they touch.
She shifts beneath me, legs wrapping around my waist. The position brings us perfectly aligned, and the feel of her wet heat against me makes my vision blur.
“Please,” she breathes, rocking her hips. “Fuck me.”
I push into her slowly, watching her face. Her mouth falls open on a gasp as I fill her. The sensation is overwhelming—tight and hot and perfect.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I bottom out. “Oh God,” she moans. “You feel... That’s... Wow.”
I pause, fighting for control. She feels incredible. When she rocks her hips, I grip them hard enough to leave marks.
“Bailey.” My voice comes out rough. “Give me a moment.”
She kisses along my jaw, nips at my earlobe. “Don’t want to wait.” Her inner muscles clench around me, making me see stars. “Want you to move.”
I withdraw slowly, then thrust back in. The sound she makes is pure sin. Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“More,” she demands, meeting each thrust. “Harder.”
I comply, picking up the pace. My careful control slips with each thrust, with each unguarded sound she makes. She matches my rhythm, her body rising to meet mine, taking me deeper.
Her hands roam my back, my chest, anywhere she can reach. She can’t seem to stop touching, can’t stop moving. Even now, she’s constant motion and energy, like she needs to feel every part of me, memorize every muscle, every plane.
I slide my hand between us, finding her clit. Her whole body jerks at the contact.
“Sebastian!” The way she says my name makes me thrust harder. My own release builds, a tightening coil of pleasure.
Her nails rake down my back as she comes again, her inner muscles clamping around me in rhythmic pulses.
The sight of her, combined with the exquisite pressure around my cock, pushes me over the edge.
I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as my orgasm crashes through me, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.
My breathing slowly returns to normal as I hold her against my chest, her hair tickling my chin. She fits perfectly in my arms, all soft curves and warm skin. The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows across her face.
“Sebastian?” Her voice is quiet, thoughtful.
“Hmm?” I trace patterns on her shoulder, memorizing the feel of her skin.
“When we said ‘once’...” She props herself up on an elbow, looking at me with those impossibly bright eyes. “Did you mean just one time, or one night?”
A chuckle escapes me before I can stop it. “I think we meant night.”
“Yes.” She nods, but there’s a glint in her eye that makes my pulse quicken. “I think so, too.”
She pauses, studying my face with that direct gaze that always sees too much. Then her lips curve into a wicked smile. “Or maybe we meant once for every position? Because, God, I need more of that.”