15 - Sebastian
SEBASTIAN
Her lips brushed mine first. Light. Testing.
I felt it, more than reacted to it.
Then I kissed her back, and my stomach dropped away… like the first plunge of a really high roller coaster.
Oh shit…
Our bodies curled into each other as the kiss deepened, still soft and sweet but no longer hesitant. Haven’s hand slid up my arm, her fingers tracing the muscles there like she wanted to remember them. Maybe she even did.
All I wanted was to continue to drink from those sweet, perfect lips.
To feel the softness of her tongue, as it probed tentatively against mine.
She whimpered adorably into my mouth, as my hands slid past her hips and around her back.
Once there, I spread my fingers wide to occupy as much real estate as possible, as they settled over the very top of that warm, supple ass.
The heat between us built quickly, the cold outside nearly forgotten as the blankets trapped everything in. Her hands were still roaming, touching me in all the places she wanted to know about. One warm thigh slid between mine, bringing us closer than ever.
Fuck…I thought to myself, kissing her even harder. My fingertips couldn’t get enough. My mind reeled with how good her body felt.
She’s perfect.
I’d wanted her since the moment she’d walked up those stairs.
At first it was simple — her face, her body, the way she carried herself like she knew exactly where she belonged, even when she didn’t.
But that wasn’t what stuck. It was the way she didn’t bend.
Not to the looks, not to the jokes, not to the quiet, constant pressure of a house that was trying to push her out.
Haven took every hit, every jab, and gave it right back without flinching.
She was fearless. Stubborn. Magnificent.
At that point it stopped being about wanting her, and started being about not being able to look away.
And now here she was, finally, in my arms.
In my bed…
Her palm slid up my shirt; her eager fingers traveling over my bare chest. They explored there for a while, as our makeout session grew even more frenzied and intense. I inhaled deeply as I kissed her neck, dragging my lips down her soft, scented skin until I reached her shoulder.
Eventually Haven slid onto her back, pulling me along with her. Taking me by the wrist, she guided my hand up her shirt, presumably to even things off.
Very gently I cupped her breasts; all soft, warm and full. She moaned as I gave each a possessive squeeze, then moved to begin tracing her perfectly-formed areola.
At one point I looked deeply into her eyes, which were glazed with arousal. My fingers traveled lower, down along her quivering stomach. They moved past the swell of her belly, then dipped tentatively beneath the waistband of her sweats.
I paused at the threshold of her essence, my body shaking with excitement. If she was going to stop me, she’d do it now.
She didn’t.
Instead, one hand slid back to my wrist. Looking me right in the eyes, she bit her lip…
And pushed my hand even lower.
My God.
I exhaled slowly and let myself move again, my fingertips gliding downward. Her own fingers tightened slightly where they’d found my wrist, guiding me beneath her panties without saying a word.
I loved the fact that she didn’t hesitate. That she was being deliberate with what she wanted.
And God, I wanted it too.
I’d made her feel warm. I’d made her feel safe.
Now, I wanted to make her feel good.
My middle finger encountered her first, slipping down through those warm, wet folds.
Haven met me halfway; adjusting, responding.
She covered my hand with her own and shoved me inside, slightly parting her thighs for me.
She exhaled sexily into my mouth, her lips brushing mine in a soft, sleepy coo.
She wasn’t passive. That was the first thing I noticed. Her hand continued guiding mine, showing me exactly what she liked. One finger became two; then two, and a thumb. She jumped adorably as I brushed her tender button, inhaling with a quick gasp.
My forehead dropped lightly against hers, as the space between us disappeared completely. My elbow moved like a slow piston, working rhythmically to bring her pleasure. The heat under the blankets continued building, until it felt like we were breathing the same air.
Her name slipped out of me before I thought about it. Quiet. Breathless. I’d just wanted to say it, and so I had. And it did something to her:
It turned her on.
I could feel it all; the change in her breathing, the way she curled tighter against me, like she was holding onto something she wasn’t ready to let go.
Neither was I, but it didn’t matter. Our hands kept moving together, inside what felt like a tiny satin thong.
My fingers glided in and out of her; slowly, carefully, paying close attention to her cues.
Her breathing changed again. It grew rapid now, even desperate. Then her body shifted, and the tension building beneath my palm became even more palpable. I adjusted without thinking, following instinct, following her. She guided me even deeper, pressing a third finger downward…
That’s when she broke.
Not all at once, but just enough.
Haven inhaled sharply, letting loose a quiet sound she couldn’t manage to hold back. Her hand slid up my arm, gripping now — no hesitation left in it — her entire body tightening in a way that made me tighten with it.
“Sebastian—”
That was it. That was the moment.
Everything else fell away.
Haven let out a low, guttural cry of absolute pleasure. Then she flooded my fingers, contracting around them as her own hand locked mine firmly in place.
I held steady, maintaining the pressure as she bucked and writhed into my warm, wet palm. I focused on her pursed lips, and the sound escaping between them. The noises she was making were legendary. I wanted to remember every one of them.
I held her throughout it; I didn’t move, I didn’t speak. I just lay there, enjoying the changing expressions on her pretty face, as she rolled through wave after wave of her beautiful climax.
Eventually, the tension eased and she sagged against me. All the fight had gone out of her, in the best possible way.
For long minutes, neither of us said anything. Our breathing slowed, and the room felt quieter again. Haven melted into me, her weight settling like she trusted me with every part of her world. I wrapped my arms around her again, and looked out the window at the softly sweeping snow.
The hand holding my arm had loosened, sliding slowly downward until it rested against my chest. I reached down and pulled the blankets higher around us, tucking her in as her eyes remained glazed.
She was safe. Warm.
Mine.
I shut that last thought down quickly, before it went any further. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to think about that, now. I only wanted to hold her through the slowly moving storm.
Inside, everything felt gratefully still. And for the first time since walking into this house?
I didn’t feel like I was on the outside of something.
Haven was already sleeping, her body rising and falling with slow, even breaths. She barely stirred as I screwed my arms even tighter around her soft, feminine body.
And I stayed there, happily.
Until sleep pulled me under, too.