“Now what?” I goaded, spreading my legs on the stairs.
“I have something in mind. Get up,” he demanded.
I arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
He pulled me into his lap, my back to his front. “If you won’t move then I’ll do it for you.” He bit my shoulder. Hard.
“Ow! What was that for?”
He softly kissed the bite mark, not saying a word, and placed a few more kisses along my shoulder blades. Then he bit me again. Hard.
“Ow! What are you doing?” I asked, trying to move away, but he held me firmer.
I could feel him smiling, though he still didn’t say anything. He repeated the process a few more times, leaving bite marks from one shoulder to the other and then tenderly kissed every last one, trailing kisses back up to my ear.
“My girl.”
I smiled and nodded.
“You know what I want?”
“Hmmm…”
“I want to fuck you on these stairs. I don’t want to be soft or tender, I don’t even want to be sweet.”
I looked back at him and he kissed along my jawline.
“You want to know why?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He grinned as his hands reached around to remove my dress. He tossed it aside and I was left in nothing but panties. He kneaded my breasts and my head fell back on his shoulder.
“Where are you right now?” he asked with a certain desire and edge to his tone.
“Home,” I instantly replied.
“Where am I?”
I peeked over at him, knowing what he wanted. “Home.”
“And where are we?”
“We’re home, Sebastian, our place, together.”
He smiled and slapped the side of my breast. I whimpered in pleasure as his nails started raking up and down my torso until he dug his thumbs in the sides of my panties. I leaned back onto his body and he slid them down, I kicked them off when they reached my ankles.
I rocked my hips on his hard-on and he jerked my head back by my hair.
“Are you wet?” he murmured into my ear.
I moaned in response and rested my hands on his thighs to open my legs further, provoking him to check. He took my silent plea and his fingers crept to my clit.
I cunningly smiled.
“You’re always so fucking wet,” he groaned into my neck.
He alternated using his palm and fingers to manipulate my nub and I moved my hips in the opposite direction that he stimulated. My clit was overly exposed from the angle and it didn’t take long for my wetness to pool.
“That feel good, Ysa?”
There was something animalistic in his voice that I had never heard before. I sucked in my lower lip and he let up on my hair, opting to grab the back of my neck instead and geared me sideways into his lap. We were face-to-face now and the expression on his face was primal. When his fingers slipped into my opening, my head wanted to fall back, but he wouldn’t allow it. He held me firm in place, where he could watch my face come apart. He finger fucked my g-spot like a man possessed and on a mission to prove something.
My mouth parted, my breathing escalated, and when my eyes started to roll to the back of my head, he yanked my neck forward so that they would stay open.
“Jesus…Sebastian…please let me come…please,” I begged.
“Pull out my cock,” he demanded and I did.
He sat me on his dick before I even saw it coming, and he effortlessly thrust up while I slid down his shaft in one plunge. I came on the spot. My body trembled and my come dripped down his balls. He didn’t give me any time to recover as he turned our bodies so that we were closer to the railing, and I grabbed a spindle to support my weight.
“Lean forward,” he huskily ordered.
I did as I was told and he gripped my hips. Hard. I knew there would be markings all over my body when he was done having his way with me. He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he slammed into me with his own movements.
“I’m climaxing so hard, your dick feels fucking amazing.”
He growled and clutched my hips harder, standing us up.
“Jesus…Sebastian, what’s gotten into you?” I panted, trying to find my bearings.
He put one of my legs on the other railing and leaned my body forward on the other. I started to shake from the awkward angle.
“I got you, you’re not going to fall,” he stated, reading my body.
I nodded and he swiftly thrust back inside me.
“Fuck…” we said in unison.
He stood sideways in between my legs, slamming in and out of me, holding my hips and body weight the entire time. My noises grew louder and louder the closer I got to release.
“Oh my God, Sebastian, I am going to come so hard. Please…please…please…make me come.”
He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me.
“That’s it…squeeze my cock with your tight pussy that I can’t get enough of. Fuck…you’re pulsating, so tight.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.
“Yes…yes…yes…” My body shuddered and I almost lost my balance from my intense and overpowering orgasm.
He didn’t stop, his hands moved to my shoulders and he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release and another hit.
“Fuck yes…do it, do it, do it,” he urged. “Keep coming on my cock.” I fell forward, clenching onto his cock and he made this roaring sound as we came together.
We both panted profusely, trying to catch our bearings and he kissed all over my face, not removing himself from deep inside me.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine…I’m fine…” I repeated, looking up at him.
“Welcome home, Ysa.”
And he had just fucked me like he meant it.