“Please. I need to know what it’s like… what it’s meant to be like.” I sound desperate, but I don’t care. I squeeze his hand and pull him towards me.
“Grace…” he says, but he doesn’t fight my pull.
“I trust you,” I whisper, sitting up on my knees and grabbing his face to pull him down to me.
Our lips ignite as they clash together.
It’s messy and fast, our teeth clinking together as we take from each other.
Standing to his full height, Sebastian unzips his pants, lets them fall to his feet, and steps out of them. He kicks them aside and stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of black briefs. I watch as he hooks his fingers into the waistband, and I have the sudden desire to rid him of them myself, but I’m transfixed.
He takes them off in one swift move, and his abs flex as he stands upright again.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
Allof him.
His hard length is long and thick, bouncing slightly when he steps towards the bed. It twitches under my stare, and Sebastian puts one knee on the bed.
Still on my knees, we’re about the same height.
Grabbing the bottom of my dress, he draws it up my body, and his breath deepens with the more he reveals. When he reaches the top, he pulls it over my head and drops it on the floor with his discarded clothes.
“Gorgeous,” he says, his gaze roving over my face and down my body.
Guiding me down onto the mattress, his lips find mine again. Sebastian trails a hand down my neck and between my breasts, following the same path with his mouth. He softly moves his palm across my skin to my lace-covered breast, where he caresses the flesh before pinching my bud and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Then he replaces his fingers with his mouth.
My back arches off the bed, and I let out a breathy moan as he sucks the sensitive bud through the lace of my bra while rolling my other nipple between his fingers. When he’s given it enough attention, he moves his mouth to the other one, sucking and nipping at it.
I writhe beneath him until he eventually releases me.
“Sebastian,” I whisper when he starts trailing kisses across my stomach.
One for each scar.
I lift myself onto my elbows and watch him, my heart feeling too full.
When he’s covered each one, he moves further down and starts to work his way up my inner thighs, his hands trailing first, followed by his mouth, planting a kiss on any scar he finds along the way.
Reaching the apex of my thighs, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and painfully slow drags them down and off my legs.
I gasp when hot air hits my entrance. “Sebastian, what are you doing?”
He smiles against my thigh without answering, then seals his mouth over my opening. My hips fly off the bed involuntarily, and Sebastian presses his palm to my stomach, holding me in place as he swipes his tongue through my centre, all the way to the little bud nestled at the top.
He sucks it into his mouth, and I cry out as a burst of pleasure shoots through me.
Sebastian hooks his arms underneath my thighs, holding my hips down as he swirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves before dipping back down to my entrance.
My hands fly to his head, and I bury them in his hair as he circles around it, dipping his tongue inside, thenthrustingit in and out of me.
Removing one of his arms from my hip, Sebastian dips the tip of his finger into my core as his tongue thrusts alongside it.
“Oh God, Sebastian,” I say, moaning his name as he swipes his tongue back through my folds to the nub that makes my entire body shake when he latches on to it.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, the thick finger that had been slowly circling my entrance presses inside me, not stopping until it can’t go any further.