SEBASTIAN
It's been about thirty minutes since I was inside her, and it seems like thirty minutes is now the definition of an eternity. A forever just waiting to feel her wrapped around me, giving and taking all at once. On the other hand, I don't think I’ll ever forget the feel of her lips against mine, crushing them, imprinting the shape of her mouth on mine, the sounds of her need, her urgency, the metallic taste of blood as her teeth grazed my tongue, biting me.
Returning to the car, our breaths fogging up the windows, I turn to her, and she looks just the same. Beautiful in her flushed, just fucked glory. But still the Cadence I'd been lost in all these weeks.
But what had changed is me.
I don't know what will happen if my life returns to a state when I can't just lean over and kiss her whenever my heart desires.
***
"Is this OK?"
She turns to me, her face slightly worried but excited at once.
We've parked outside a luxurious little bungalow, the last in a series of similar units, the roof shaped like a beige sand sail, and the balcony opening up into the open space of the Northern Territory. It looks spacious and intimate all at once.
I'd given her my credit card at the airport and told her to go all out. I didn't know what to expect, but I don't know why I’d be surprised she'd pick anything less than perfect. Her regarding my taste was spot on.
"Come here," I hold my hand out to her and she skips over to me, and I hold her face in my hands. "This is perfect," I reassure her. "I love it. I really do. But even if it was just a corrugated roof over a cardboard box, if you were there, it would be just as perfect."
She sighs happily and I kiss her sweet upturned mouth.
"But THIS one has champagne!" and she runs into the bungalow, ooohing and ahhhing at all the amenities.
I laugh and carry our bags into the room and lay down on the bed, stretching out, feeling my muscles groan and my bones crack. I haven't slept in days, laying awake the last week trying to figure out what to do about Cadence. This morning when I called the accountant and told him to organize the bank check, I could not have possibly imagined that it would turn out this way. Me in her arms and her ingrained in my heart.
"Sebastian! There's a waterfall shower! I love those!" She twitters happily from the adjoining bathroom.
I smile, my face sore for doing so for the last few hours we’ve been together. But her infectious love of life is unavoidable and she’s warmed me from inside out like the morning sun on a scorching hot summer day.
“Ooooh! Toothpaste!” She squeals and I can’t help but chuckle.
“What?” She asks, her voice muffled probably from rubbing her face against something.
“Nothing, darling, you brush your teeth as much as you like, if we run out I’ll call the front desk for some more.” I tease her, but I think she’s too excited to care.
“Ohh,” she sighs as she comes back into the bedroom and sinks onto the bed at my feet. She reaches for my shoes and pulls them off, peeling the socks off after that. “Thank god you’re rich! Or else we’d have had to go to buy our own toothpaste.”
I laugh, sometimes I forget that I am, which is strange because I certainly wasn’t always well off. But sometimes, I’m glad I am, just for moment like this, to bring a smile to the faces of people I care about.
She kicks off her own shoes and falls down onto the bed, curling up around me and resting her head on my chest. She reaches over my body for my hand and interweaves her fingers with mine.
It is quiet.
Not a whisper of a breath of wind quiet.
No wild animals foraging or calling for their mates quiet.
No white hum from the moonlight quiet.
It’s some time before I realize I’ve been holding my breath too.
“Babe?” I nudge her gently.
“Mmm?” She mumbles sleepily and curls up in a tighter ball around me, her hand growing limp and sliding from mine to tuck under her head.
I tilt my head to press a kiss to her forehead and whisper a gentle “good night”. The quiet engulfs me and soon I am breathing deeply too, and dreaming of round brown eyes and floating on clouds.
***
Something delicious is happening. That’s the absolute first thought I have when I wake up.
Something that is making my eyes water and my mouth dry at the same time.
Something that is weighing on my breath and causing my fingers to clench.
Something that is warm and wet, making the pit of my stomach start to burn, to churn.
Something that feels sweet like just whipped chocolate mousse but hot like chili oil searing the top of your mouth.
Something that makes me moan without me knowing I’m doing it.
And then, for a moment it stops.
“It’s about time you woke up,” I hear Cadence taunt me, and then I feel the deliciousness again.
Her mouth is sliding down my cock, my already achingly hard, engorged to a straining thickness cock.
Oh my god, I process, as my head falls back onto the pillow, my fucking cock is in Cadence’s fucking mouth.
And fuck me if she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
Undoing me, that’s what she’s doing.
My fingers curl and grip the bed sheet as the tip of my cock grazes the back of her throat.
Oh. My. God.
She drags her lips up the length of my hardness and I struggle to take a breath. She giggles and runs her fingertip around the rim of my dick.
“Stop.” I don’t know why I say it. Which is good because she doesn’t listen.
Instead, I feel her hand wrap itself at the base of my shaft and then her lips, those soft, moist, plump, fucking lips from heaven, drop around the head of my cock and then slide back down, completely engulfing me in her mouth.
I arch my back and try to thrust deeper.
She gags gently, and the sound sends me into a downward spiral.
I tilt my head to watch her. She’s kneeling between my legs, her ass bobbing in the air as she attends to my iron hard cock. I need to come.
“Climb on me, baby,” I rasp, reaching for her.
She pulls off my cock and I almost regret interrupting her. But there’s plenty of time for that. Right now, I want to be inside her again.
Straddling over me, she pulls her t-shirt off, and her tits fall, fleshy and pump on my face as she leans over, angling her nipples to rest on my lips. I suckle at them hungrily. They instantly harden and I flick the tips with my tongue. Her groan is my reward and I do it again so I can burn that delicious sound into my brain.
I feel her lean and brace her hands on either side of my face and her hips move into position. I reach around her and run the tip of my cock along the opening of her sex. It’s burning hot. The little minx woke me up so I could do this for her.
Lifting my hips, she moans softly at the pressure of my cock and she pushes herself off her hands and rocks back onto her heels, sinking all the way down on my shaft.
I’m going to last about five more seconds.
If I’m lucky.
No man was ever meant to hold back from this kind of pleasure.
“Fuck me, baby,” I growl and I grab her ass in my hands, lifting her off my cock. She rocks back and forth and I think my cock is about to explode. Her tits bounce and I’m mesmerized watching them.
“Sebastian...fuck, Sebastian.” Did my name always sound like that? I don’t have time to think about it.
“Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” I yell just as I feel the pressure in my balls release and I’m thrusting up into her, deeper and deeper. Maybe if I go so deep I never have to leave. My orgasm bursts through my body and I stop breathing as I feel myself empty inside her. Inside her delicious, sweet, velvet cave.
I let go of her ass and reach between us to pinch her sweet little bud with my fingers. It’s all she needs.
Throwing her head back, she screams my name and I watch her body shake and shake and shake as she climaxes. Until she collapses on top of me, her face like an iron against my skin, her breath hot and heavy.
The soft orange hue of sunrise is filtering through the windows and she looks just like an angel.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
“Morning,” she mumbles, her face still buried in my chest.
She takes a deep breath and shuffles up a little higher on my body, and we sigh, feeling me slip out of her.
She smiles and kisses me, making a little “hmmm” noise that I’m becoming addicted to.
“So, what do you want to do today?” I ask her.
“That.” She grins.
I laugh. Not that I mind. “We just did ‘that’.”
“So? Let’s do it again.” She grins even wider and reaches down to fondle me.
“Exactly ‘that’ might take a few minutes, but there are other versions of ‘that’ that I might be able to interest you in?”
“Oh? I’m open to suggestions.”
I flip her over and slide down her body, kissing her as I go.
Gently pressing her legs wide apart, I lay between them, lowering my mouth to her soft, glistening lips, “Oh, open is just how I want you to be,” and I graze my tongue along her slit.
I can’t quite make out her response, but I think she likes it.