Delaney

Sebastian was making it very hard to think. I wanted to move to my bedroom before things went any further, but how was I supposed to do that when he was asking to taste me? I’d written stories about women being stupid enough to forget protection, and I wasn’t going to risk being one of them, no matter how good Sebastian was.

“There aren’t any condoms out here,” I argued. “They’re in my bedroom.” That purchase had seemed a little presumptuous, but I was glad I’d decided to pick them up after meeting Sebastian the day before.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got one in my wallet,” he assured me, earning him a snort of disbelief.

“I’d rather use one I can guarantee is in good repair,” I insisted. “I’m not looking to join the STD of the month club.”

Sebastian chuckled. “I can’t fault you for being cautious. Why don’t you show me your bed so I can find out just how good the rest of you tastes?”

Proving there really are miracles, my legs didn’t give out as we walked down the hall to my room. I experienced a momentary case of nerves when I walked into the room and my eyes landed on my bed. My anxiety faded when I looked at Sebastian. His lips curled into a slight smile before he moved in front of me. Cupping my cheek, he kissed me.

My hands moved frantically, sliding under Sebastian’s shirt to glide along the hard planes of his torso. Sebastian’s hand cupped my ass as he lifted me off the ground. My legs immediately wrapped around his hips as he carried me to my bed. Breaking our kiss, he laid me on the bed and then slipped out of his leather jacket, which he tossed on my reading chair. Kicking out of my shoes, I moved back further on the bed and smiled at Sebastian.

“Take that dress off,” he commanded, and a shudder of desire ran through my body. I had a choice, but I still loved the dominance in Sebastian’s voice.

Getting to my knees, I slipped the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sebastian’s eyes moved down my body, taking in my smooth black bra before moving down to the matching high-cut thong.

His eyes met mine, and he shook his head. “How did I miss those straps earlier? More importantly, what am I going to do with you for teasing me?”

“Teasing you?” I asked.

He was directly in front of me now, hands at his sides as he looked down at me. “You let me believe you had no panties on.”

“I never confirmed that,” I told him with an innocent smile.

Sebastian shook his head and sat beside me on the bed. I turned toward him, ready to lean in to kiss him when he reached out quickly and pulled me across his lap. I let out a startled squeal of surprise which quickly turned to a moan when Sebastian began massaging my ass.

“Beautiful,” he praised as he continued massaging.

“Sebastian,” I breathed out as heat pooled between my legs.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Don’t stop,” I practically begged. This was even better than my fantasy. I was excited and a little embarrassed about being excited. It all mixed together, making my arousal nearly overwhelming.

His hand stopped massaging, and he placed one hand on my lower back, holding me in place just before his other hand made contact with my ass. It made a sharp sound that caused me to let out a squeak and squirm on his lap.

“Fuck me. That is hot,” he praised. It was impossible to miss Sebastian’s erection straining at the fabric of his jeans. His hand slid between my legs, stroking me through my panties. “I like it when you wiggle around and make that noise.”

My only response was a needy whimper as his fingers slipped under the edge of my panties. I wiggled against his hand, loving the way his erection throbbed under me. One hand still remained on my lower back, holding me over his lap. When he removed his fingers, my whimper of protest changed to a squeal as his hand smacked down on my ass three more times.

“Perfect,” he praised as he massaged my ass, spreading the warm stinging sensation around.

I was surprised to hear myself pleading, “More.”

“Not this time,” he told me, as he lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet. “All that wiggling around you’re doing is driving me out of my mind.” I watched as Sebastian kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxer briefs. My tongue moved across my lower lip when I saw the bulge in the front. Wanda was right about how big Sebastian was.

Fisting my hair at the back of my head, Sebastian claimed my lips again, his tongue swooping in to explore my mouth. I gripped his shoulders for support, afraid my legs would give out at any moment. When I was panting and my nails were digging into Sebastian’s shoulders, he finally broke the kiss. It was then I noticed my bra had been unfastened. Taking my hands off his shoulders, I removed my bra and tossed it toward my discarded dress. Sebastian tested the weight of my breasts in his hands before running his thumbs across my already hard nipples.

I moaned, and my eyes drifted closed only to fly open when I felt Sebastian’s mouth fasten on one nipple. He suckled gently until I gripped his hair. When his teeth scraped against my nipple, I whimpered loudly. Sebastian repeated the sensual torment with my other nipple.

When he finally released my nipple, he pushed my panties down and guided me to sit on the side of the bed. I expected him to guide me further back onto the bed. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me and finished removing my panties before settling my legs over his shoulders.

“I’ve been dying to taste your gorgeous pussy,” he rasped out as he leaned in to run his tongue along my opening. “Just lie back and let me pleasure you.”

His voice vibrated against my core, and I moaned as I laid down, arching slightly to get closer to his mouth. Sebastian’s hands settled under my ass as he lifted me up toward his mouth. His tongue slowly coaxed out my response, teasing my clit until I was panting and begging for more. Only then did his mouth become more urgent as he circled my clit, occasionally sucking it in. I was aching for my release. I tried to move to increase the pressure on my clit, but I couldn’t with Sebastian holding my hips up off of the bed.

“Please, Sebastian,” I panted out. “I can’t take any more.”

He settled me back onto the bed and thrust two fingers into me. I immediately began to rock against his fingers, desperate for the friction. His tongue moved urgently against my clit as his fingers continued to thrust inside me. It wasn’t long until the near violent pulses of my orgasm clamped down on his fingers as I screamed his name. His strokes gentled as my spasms subsided.

When I opened my eyes, I found him watching me with a dark primal need. “Condom,” was all he said.

With a shaky finger, I pointed him to the drawer. After tossing the condom on the bed, he stripped off his boxer briefs.

“Oh. My. God,” I breathed out when I saw the size of Sebastian’s dick. “That is bigger than I expected.”

Sebastian let out a strained chuckle as he rolled the condom down his shaft—as far as it would go, anyway.

I edged back onto the bed as Sebastian approached me. Crawling onto the bed, he moved between my legs and kissed me. My legs immediately wrapped around his hips, and he groaned as he tortured us both with another drugging kiss.

I didn’t need any instruction. When he pulled back, I guided the head of his dick to my entrance, anxious to feel him inside me.