Chapter 20 #3
His fingers withdrew from her sex, and Darcy nearly cried out in protest. Before she could, Sebastian’s lips found the delicate curve of her spine, trailing slow kisses downward. His teeth grazed the soft swell of her buttock in a playful nip that startled a gasp from her.
Then he shifted behind her.
Darcy felt the blunt head of his cock press against her entrance, slick with her arousal, and a needy whimper escaped her. Instinctively, she pushed back against him, aching to take him deeper.
“We shall go slowly,” he murmured, his voice a low caress. “Your pussy is still too tight for the fucking we are both aching for.”
“Sebastian…” she moaned, desire and impatience tangling in the sound.
“Do not worry.” His hands settled firmly upon her hips. “Before this night is over, I shall give you the ride we both need.”
Heat flared, hot and delicious, low in her belly.
Sebastian pressed into her with agonizing slowness, stretching her and filling her.
She whimpered at the tight, almost painful stretch despite her wetness, her fingers curling into the sheets as he pressed forward in slow, relentless increments.
Broken moans escaped her in a desperate, pleading rhythm until at last he was seated to the hilt, buried deep inside her, and Darcy could do nothing but tremble beneath the overwhelming fullness of him.
Once buried to the hilt, he held still to give her time to adjust, his hands stroking the curve of her hips.
“Red,” he breathed, his voice thick with wonder. “Why the hell does being inside you feel this good?”
Then he began to move in slow, deep thrusts that rocked her forward with each stroke.
She could feel every ridge of him, every pulse of his desire, as he fucked her with a tenderness that belied the primal rhythm of their bodies.
His hand slid beneath her, finding her pearl, circling it in time with his movements.
“Oh,” she gasped, the pleasure building, coiling low in her belly. “Please!”
“Please what?” he growled, his pace quickening just slightly.
That sensual drawl rasped over her skin, raising a fine shiver along her arms.
“I need more,” she whimpered, gripping the sheets between her fingers.
“So do I,” he said hoarsely. “I am done denying us.”
Darcy cried out into the pillow as Sebastian drove into her harder, each deep thrust sending a fierce jolt of pleasure through her.
His thumb worked her clitoris in tight, relentless strokes, mercilessly feeding the pleasure already burning between her thighs.
She pushed back to meet him, desperate for every hard glide of his cock inside her, until the exquisite pressure wound so tight she could scarcely breathe around it.
She clenched her fist tighter upon the sheets as tension knotted and quaked in her belly.
Sharp, helpless whimpers broke from Darcy as pleasure tore through her in sensations more intense than anything she had imagined.
His touch upon her clitoris was relentless, circling and stroking before pressing with just enough pressure to make her entire body tighten beneath him.
Each caress drove the pleasure higher, until her thighs trembled and she could scarcely endure another stroke without shattering.
“Sebastian,” she cried out.
His deep, hard rhythm was both relentless and reverent, each stroke driving her higher, deeper into the madness of him.
Darcy was utterly, gloriously lost, her body no longer governed by thought, only by his touch and her own ravenous demand for more.
The first release came without warning, a sharp, keening cry torn from her throat as her inner walls clenched around him, pleasure pulsing through her in wave after blinding wave.
Sebastian did not stop. He rode her through every spasm, his breath ragged against her neck.
“Again,” he growled, his voice raw and broken. “Let me feel your pussy rippling over my cock.”
The second release rose more slowly, coiling low in Darcy’s belly and tightening with each inexorable thrust. When it finally broke, it shattered her completely.
Her body collapsed against the bed, a broken sob of his name spilling from her lips as she convulsed around him, undone and remade in the same breath.
With a guttural groan, Sebastian pulled free.
His hand closed around his slick, straining cock, and moments later he spilled himself across her buttocks.
A violent shudder went through him before he folded over her, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.
For a long moment, neither moved. The lamplit chamber seemed to close around them, the scent of sandalwood and sex thick in the air. At last, he shifted, found his handkerchief, and cleaned her gently before gathering her into his arms.
“Burning in mutual madness is vastly appealing,” she murmured, sated and on the brink of sleep.
Sebastian’s eyes were dark and tender, and he shifted to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “Will you be my mistress?”