15 Seb #2
I went back to kissing her, caressing her tongue with mine. I dragged a finger between her breasts, down her stomach. Just before I reached the part of her I was so desperate to touch, I paused and pulled my mouth from hers so I could look into her gorgeous eyes.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“Yes, Seb,” she said her eyes filled with desire. “I want this. I want you.”
I kept my gaze locked on her as I reached down between us and found her clit. She didn’t break eye contact with me, but her breath hitched, and she let out another moan. I was already totally addicted to that sound. I needed to hear that sound again. I needed to make her feel good.
I traced my fingers to her opening, and she responded immediately, sinking down onto me with a gasp that seemed to tear through her, her body arching, nails dragging into my shoulders as I pulsed my fingers inside her.
“Fuck, Roxie,” I said, my voice as desperate as her moans. “You’re so wet for me.”
The sound she made in reply was raw and desperate. It nearly undid me on the spot. I pressed my forehead to hers as she trembled with my fingers inside her.
“Seb,” she said, breathless. “When I said I want you, I meant I want all of you.”
She didn’t need to explain herself. I knew exactly what she meant. And I was more than willing to comply. My cock hard and so ready for her.
I kissed her, deep and slow as I pulled my fingers out of her and replaced it with the tip of my length. Then I remembered something very important.
“I don’t have a condom,” I managed to say despite how desperate I was to be inside her.
Roxie gripped my chin in her hand. “I’m on birth control and I’m all good, I got tested last month.”
“I’m good, too,” I told her, pulling her even closer to me. “I got tested recently and haven’t been with anyone since. But are you sure?”
“I swear, Sebastian,” Roxie nearly growled. “If I have to repeat myself again …”
“Okay, okay,” I let out a soft chuckle.
She was wild and beautiful as she hovered above me, every movement stealing the air from my lungs. I grasped at her hips and pulled her down on top of me. Slowly, gently, I thrust the full length of my cock into her.
“You’re—” I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Her breath hitched again, eyes darkening with every word I said. I swore I’d never forget the sight of her like this, on top of me and all around me all at once.
Those beautiful lips curved like she did know what she did to me, and she was reveling in it.
Her hips shifted as she took control, finding a rhythm that made my vision blur. Each slow roll of her body threatened to send me over the edge.
And as I let myself sink into the ecstasy of the moment, of her, I realized a truth I’d tried so damn hard to forget over the years we’d been apart.
She was mine, and I’d never stopped wanting her. And I probably never would.
I gripped her waist, trying to hold her still, trying to keep control, but she only smiled down at me. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered, her voice breaking on a gasp as she sank down harder, deeper. “Don’t you dare hold us back.”
The words were like lightning through my body.
I dragged my hands over her thighs, her ass, up her spine, urging her to move faster, needing her everywhere at once.
My mouth found the curve of her breast again, teeth grazing.
The cry that ripped out of her had me thrusting up into her with everything I’d been holding back.
“Sebastian,” she moaned, and hearing her say my name like that shattered the last of my restraint.
We moved together like we were trying to make up for every lost moment, every night spent apart.
Her nails carved into my skin, anchoring me as I thrust deeper, harder, desperate to burn through this desire, this passion I felt for her until there was nothing left but the sound of our ragged breaths and the frantic pounding of our hearts.
She tipped her head back, hair wild, lips parted, giving me a perfect view of her perfect body. I caught myself wondering once again if this was all a dream. Except it wasn’t. She was here. With me.
Her movements grew quicker, sloppier. Her body clenched around me, but I was desperate to hold on. I wanted her to finish first, to make sure I gave her everything she wanted before I allowed myself to tip over the edge.
And with a final cry of my name, she came apart. Her body shuddered around me. Her mouth found my shoulder, teeth grazing skin as she clung to me, and I allowed myself to let go.
When it was over, she collapsed against my chest, both of us breathing hard, our hearts pounding. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume and letting the world come back in fragments.
We laid there, tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin.
Her cheek rested against my chest, and I could feel her heartbeat slowly settle.
My fingers traced soft, lazy lines down the length of her spine, over the delicate dip of her back, over the curve of her hips.
She shifted just enough to press a kiss to my skin.
The record had spun into static, but neither of us moved to fix it. The crashing of waves outside filled the silence between us, and for the first time in years, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
With her.