Chapter 27 #2
I increase the pressure, the tempo, driving her higher. Her hips move against my face, chasing her release. I can feel how close she is—in the way she tightens around my fingers, in the breathless quality of her moans.
When I suck her clit between my lips, applying just the right pressure, she shatters. My name tears from her throat as her body convulses, inner walls pulsing around my fingers. I work her through each wave, only easing up when she tugs at my hair, oversensitive.
“Come here,” she demands, voice rough with pleasure.
I kiss her thigh before moving up her body, dropping kisses on her stomach, between her breasts, along her collarbone. When I reach her mouth, she kisses me, tasting herself on my lips.
“I need you inside me,” she says against my mouth. “Now.”
I’ve never been able to deny her anything when she looks at me like that. I stand to remove my remaining clothes, aware of her hungry gaze following every movement. When I’m as naked as she is, I rejoin her on the bed, covering her body with mine.
“Condom?” I ask, already reaching for my discarded pants.
Her hand on my wrist stops me. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Me either,” I manage, already positioning myself between her thighs.
She wraps her legs around my waist, urging me closer. “Then stop overthinking and fuck me already, Mr. Perfect.”
I enter her in one smooth stroke, and we both groan at the sensation. Without a barrier between us, I can feel everything—every pulse, every ridge, every clench of her body around mine. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her neck, holding still to maintain some semblance of control. “You feel incredible.”
“Move,” she commands, nails digging into my shoulders.
I establish a rhythm that has us both panting, withdrawing almost completely before driving back in deep. She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper still.
“Harder,” she demands, and I comply, pounding into her with near-desperate intensity.
The room fills with our sounds—skin against skin, breathless moans, the obscene wet sounds of our bodies joining. I shift, hitting her at a new angle that makes her cry out.
“There!” she gasps, eyes flying open to lock with mine. “Right there!”
I maintain the angle, driving into her with precision that makes her whimper with each thrust. “Like this?” I growl, my control slipping further with each slick slide into her heat.
“Yes,” she pants, her nails carving paths down my back. “God, Sebastian, you feel so good.”
I wrap my fingers around her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “Tell me how good,” I demand, slowing my pace to make her feel every inch as I withdraw and push back in. “Tell me what I do to you.”
“You fill me perfectly,” she manages between gasps. “Like you were made for me.”
“I am,” I tell her, meaning it more than she knows. “We were made for each other.”
I hook my arm under her knee, opening her further, driving deeper. The change in angle has her crying out with each thrust, her head thrashing against the pillow.
“Did you think about this?” I ask, my voice rough with exertion and need. “When we were apart? Did you touch yourself and think of me?”
“Yes,” she admits, her inner walls clenching around me at the confession. “Almost every night.”
The image of her pleasuring herself to thoughts of me nearly undoes my control. “Show me,” I command, slipping my hand between us to circle her clit. “Show me how you touched yourself.”
Her hand joins mine, fingers moving in tight circles over her swollen flesh. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I thrust inside her is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Sebastian,” she moans, her movements growing more frantic. “I’m close.”
“Let go,” I growl, driving into her hard and deep. “Let me feel you.”
Her body tenses, back arching as her orgasm crashes through her. The pulsing of her inner walls around my cock is too much to resist. I bury my face in her neck, my rhythm faltering as my own release tears through me. I spill inside her with a groan of her name, feeling her milk every drop from me.
We collapse together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I roll to the side to avoid crushing her, but keep her close, unwilling to break contact.
“That was...” she begins, then laughs. “I have no words. Which, as you know, is basically unprecedented.”
I press a kiss to her temple, strangely moved by having rendered her speechless. “I’ve discovered the one foolproof way to quiet you.”
“Highly effective method,” she agrees, nestling closer. “Though don’t get too smug. I’ll be back to annoying you with snow globe trivia in about five minutes.”
“I’m counting on it.” I pull her tighter against me, realizing with some surprise that I genuinely mean it. “I’ve grown oddly fond of your endless commentary.”
“Liar,” she says, but she’s smiling. “You wanted to strangle me that first day at the airport when I manhandled your precious designer luggage.”
“I wanted to kill you,” I admit, tracing patterns on her bare shoulder. “Though my methods have...evolved.”
She laughs—that uninhibited sound that’s become my favorite melody. “From airport rage to mind-blowing orgasms. That’s quite the evolution, Mr. Lockhart.”
“The best things in life are unexpected,” I tell her, capturing her wandering hand and bringing it to my lips.
“Even the wolves?” Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Even the wolves,” I concede, pressing a kiss to each of her fingers. “Though next time, let’s stick to five-star accommodations rather than survival scenarios.”
“Next time?” She raises an eyebrow, propping herself up to look at me. “Already planning ahead?”
“I’ve spent my entire life planning every minute detail,” I tell her. “But now all I want to plan is how to keep you in it.”
Her expression softens. “That’s quite a declaration from a man who nearly proposed to someone else a month ago.”
“A lifetime ago,” I correct her. “I’m not that man anymore.”
She studies my face, those perceptive green eyes searching for the truth.
“I’ll embarrass you at fancy dinners,” she warns. “Make inappropriate jokes at board meetings. And your mother will despise me.”
“Probably,” I agree, trailing my fingers down the curve of her waist. “Though watching you and Mother in the same room might be the most entertaining thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
She snorts, burying her face against my chest. “You say that now. Wait until I explain the historical significance of snow globe manufacturing techniques to your investors.”
“I look forward to it,” I tell her, and the strangest part is that I’m not lying.
“You’re completely insane,” she says, but her eyes shine with something that looks suspiciously like happiness.
“Completely,” I agree, rolling her beneath me again, already hardening against her thigh. “Now, about that second round of treatment the doctor prescribed...”