15. Sean
Imeant what I said. Astrid deserves to feel special today. And every day. But I’ll start with tonight. I plan on making the rest of the evening about her. With Violet away at her mom’s, we have this time to ourselves. And I won’t waste a second of it.
I keep her hand in mine the entire way home, making tiny circles across her soft skin. She’s perfect. It’s a hard conclusion to avoid. I’ve been trying to not admit those words, even to myself. But it is obvious.
From her bright personality to the sound of her voice to the way her body fits against mine, I’ve never met someone that felt like a better match.
I glance over at her, her face is angelic, bathed in the warm light from the setting sun, casting a gentle glow over her features. Her long blonde hair falls down her back in loose waves that look like strands of gold.
I huff a laugh. It is fitting. She’s like sunshine come to life.
“Are you laughing at me?” she asks, scandalized.
“I was, actually,” I say.
She smacks my arm playfully.
“I was thinking how outrageous it is that you’re so beautiful.”
She doesn’t say anything, drawing my attention back to her at the nearest red light, just in time to see the blush staining her cheeks.
We don’t talk the rest of the way home, falling into a comfortable silence until I turn into the neighborhood.
It is like we have the same idea at the same time. The warmth of our peaceful drive becoming tense with anticipation.
I can see her watching me from the corner of my eye. She bites her lower lip, never letting her gaze stray, even as she squirms in her seat.
It makes my heart beat harder in my chest. I know she wants me, nearly as much as I want her.
The steady desire I’ve felt for her these past few weeks suddenly feels overwhelming.
I pull into the garage, quick to walk around so that I can open her door for her.
I take her hand in mine, leading us through the empty house and into the bedroom. My bedroom.
I reel her in and kiss her. Her lips taste like caramel, making her even sweeter. Her lips move against mine, and she nips against my lower lip.
“You are so beautiful.” I look at her swollen lips then into her eyes. I take her face into my hand, tracing her cheekbone with my thumb. “Do you know that?” I slide my hand to stroke the hair from her face. “Hmm? Do you know how beautiful you are?” I hope that she does, because I’m not sure that I could ever put into words the way looking at her makes me feel.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes heavy as she stares up at me with a lustful haze.
I kiss the corner of her lips, her cheek, along her jawbone, and over her neck.
She tilts her head, giving me better access, and her hand reaches up the side of my neck, her fingers trailing against my skin before settling against my back, her nails pressing into my skin.
I groan. Everything about her feels so good. So right.
“What do you want, Astrid?” I hold her at arm’s length to see if her words will match her face. I want to be absolutely certain that this is what she wants.
“You,” she says.
“What do you want me to do?” My lips quirk but I hold her away from me. Not wanting the overwhelming lust to be the driver behind her decision.
She straightens, the hazy look gone from her eyes which are now bright and green. “I want you inside of me, Sean.”
Fuck.
I pull my shirt over my head, nodding toward hers. “Your turn.”
She slides the sweater above her head without hesitation.
My gaze is greedy, lingering on every dip and curve, from her waist to her tits. “Bra.”
She reaches behind her back and unhooks the clasp but holds onto the front of the bra.
“Astrid,” I growl. I need to see her.
She smirks as she drops the bra, her eyes not leaving mine. She’s doing it on purpose.
And fuck me. I think I forget to breathe. She’s like a dream come true. Her body is perfect. My hands shake as I slide down my jeans.
Her smile falls as she scans down my body.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re too big.” She shakes her head.
“You haven’t even seen me yet.”
Her gaze drops to my dick, and it twitches. “Take it off.”
I slide my boxers down and step out of them, loving how her mouth hangs open in shock. I fist myself in my hand, using the precum to slide back and forth.
“You’re too big.” She repeats, incredulous.
I laugh. “I promise you, it’ll fit.”
She doesn’t seem to believe me, but I can’t wait to prove her wrong.
She shimmies out of her jeans.
I push her onto the bed and drag her underwear down, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “I’m going make you feel good, okay?”
“Oh. O-okay.”
“Open your legs.”
Her lips part in surprise, but she does exactly what I ask. She’s nervous, I can tell. But she listens, her chest rising up and down with labored breaths.
“Good girl. Now what do you want, Astrid?” I ask.
“I want you,” she whispers.
Her legs shake before I even start. My sweet girl. I delve in, not wasting any time. I spent a lot of nights thinking about this exact moment.
The first stroke of my tongue against her folds elicits a strangled moan from the back of her throat. Her little fingers immediately tangle themselves in the lengths of my hair as her hips jerk upward from the pleasure.
“You taste so good,” I groan, feeling my control coming undone already. I can’t help myself. She really does. I swirl my tongue against her clit.
“S-Sean,” she moans. “Oh God.”
I thrust a finger inside as I flatten my tongue against her, loving every second of the way her body shakes.
“Oh please. Please. I need you,” she says, breathless. Her hips grind against my face.
“Need me where, baby?”
I lick her faster.
“Please.”
“Where Astrid? Where do you need me?”
“Inside me.” Her voice trembles as her body does.
I kiss and nibble her thighs as I have to pull myself away from her. I could eat her all night and not get tired.
I sit back on my heels as I lick my lips.
“What do you want inside of you?”
Her cheeks blush.
“Say it.”
“Y-your dick. I want your dick inside of me.”
I position myself above her body, and I slide the head of my cock up and down her center, enjoying the way she squirms beneath me. She’s soaking wet already. But I want to make sure she’s ready.
I do it again, this time teasing her clit too. She groans, arching her back into me, pressing her tits against my chest.
Fuck, she fits perfectly against me. I lean over to kiss her. “I’ll be gentle this time.” I press my forehead against hers, kissing her slowly as I seat myself at her entrance. Slowly, I push inside. Inch by inch. Giving her time to adjust as she cries out against my lips.
She’s so tight, I shudder, every part of her body clinging to me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, trying my best to still once I’m fully inside.
She nods her head against me.
“Are you sure?” I know she must feel stretched past the point of what’s comfortable. I want to take it easy this time, but it is hard to stay still for long.
“Yes,” she says, her voice strangled and breathy. Her pussy tightens around me and my hips jerk involuntarily from the sensation.
“You feel so good,” I groan. I pull back to make sure what she says is true. I watch her face as I thrust, carefully, slowly easing myself in and out of her.
Her eyes flutter shut as she moans my name. “Sean.” It’s a plea.
I roll my hips into her. “Wrap your legs around me.” I move so that I brush her clit with every thrust.
She lifts her hips into mine, grinding against me in time with my movements. It feels too good. The way her body fits against mine. The feel of her.
I know I won’t last long.
Her legs start to shake, and I know she’s close too.
I thrust harder, deeper, loving the way her nails feel against my back as she cries out.
“Sean, I’m going to come.” Her voice is frantic.
I grind my hips against her.
“Sean. Oh. Oh, God. Sean!” She calls out my name as her orgasm shatters her body, her thighs trembling as I ride out every last bit of pleasure, my name on her lips making me come with her.
She clings to me as I collapse against her. Her lips land on mine and my heart thuds against my chest as I roll us to the side, not wanting to suffocate her.
I stare into her dazed, forest green eyes. “That was perfect.” I trace the shape of her face. “You are perfect.” It feels good to finally tell her what I’ve known for so long.