“I’ll always tell you,” Penny replied. “Agreeing to stay here doesn’t give you leave to do whatever you want. If I don’t like it, we don’t do it.”
“Unless, Kleftisa, I can make you like it.”
He turned her around so that her back was to him. Her head fell against his chest and she took a deep breath, already anticipating the pleasure that was to come. She was so wet, her thighs sticky already.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he said. “Scream in pleasure, Kleftisa.”
He steered her towards an antique dresser next to a full length mirror and bent her forward so that her hands were splayed and her ass thrust upwards. Their reflections were outlined for them both to see. Her face was flush, excitement so obvious. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed with desire, his gorgeous chest glistening with moisture.
Penny watched mesmerized as he reached down and undid the zipper of his jeans. The sound was unnaturally loud. Just their breathing and it, and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
A few other sounds, him applying a condom, though she had no idea where he’d got it from. Then without so much of a word, he found her eyes reflected with his and holding her gaze, he thrust into her.
Penny gasped as his considerable girth filled her. She felt stretched and full, and filled with pleasure. She nodded to him. “Yes.”
His hands found her hips and held tight. Clenching her to him, he plumbed her pussy, thrust after thrust, filling her up.
Penny moaned and panted, pushing her ass as high as possible so that he could give her every single inch. There was a lot to take and when he thrust as far as possible, all the way to his balls—which slapped against her clit—she had to exhale shakily. It was part pleasure, part pain, but most of all absolute bliss. “More Sebastian,” she moaned. “Give me some more.”
He complied, hands crushing her, hips bucking furiously. He moved in and out and every thrust drew on her pussy lips, tugged on her clit so that she was panting with need.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “What you do to me….”
A hand left her right hip. Penny saw him open the dresser drawer before pulling out a small bottle. Lube. Of course and yes she nodded in the mirror again. Oh yes she wanted that. Badly.
The lube was cold on her ass cheeks but Sebastian didn’t pause from fucking her. He continued thrusting himself in and out, making heat spread through her pussy and belly so that it was a direct contrast to the cold of the lube and her senses rioted from the opposing temperatures.
“I’m going to come, Sebastian,” she screamed. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The lube slid down to her ass hole, Sebastian rubbing it in, even whilst plumbing her so deeply she screamed. And then a finger, or was it a thumb, dipped into her ass hole. Penny shrieked as an orgasm screamed through her system. It blossomed out from everywhere, filling her with something that must have felt like pure opiate injected into every vein. “Oh God,” she panted and inhaled. It was so extreme that her knees buckled.
Sebastian’s thumb slipped from her wet ass hole, and he hooked an arm around her belly, so that his dick could go no further. She was limp, completely limp, so sated it seemed almost impossible.
Fast and furious he fucked her, and Penny could do noting but watch him in the mirror as he pushed himself to orgasm. His dick plumbed every single crevice, teased her slick walls, and made her flood juices down his shaft and onto his balls. Their eyes met and the passion, the heat in his made Penny’s knees go completely. She was like a rag doll that Sebastian was using—and dear God she loved it.
When he came he did so with a strangled groan, and his eyes did not leave hers. They widened and his jaw clenched but they held. Something passing between them that was unfamiliar to both. So strange, so odd, and yet so right.
And it was in that moment that a nasty thought flashed through Penny’s overly-sated mind. That perhaps for once, she’d bitten off far more than she could chew.
Chapter Fourteen
Afternoon was drawing in and Sebastian was in turmoil. He was also, he admitted, feeling a little weak. They’d fucked throughout the afternoon, more times than he could count. Any time one or the other flagged, they licked each other back to arousal and then they were off again. It surely wasn’t normal, he couldn’t help but think that. Such rampant, all consuming passion. He didn’t know what to make of it.
His thief was curled up against him on the cavernous couch, wrapped in one of his shirts, and it occurred to him as he stroked up and down her arm that neither of them had eaten all day. “I am going to ring for food,” he told her.