As he kissed her lips enthusiastically, she embraced him back, her fingers curling in his hair. Soon his light kisses became a more passionate embrace that involved his tongue slipping into her mouth and tracing her teeth. She melted against him, thinking, Oh my God, this is the man that I'm going to spend the rest of her life with. She had to admit that she felt a wave of terror, but then all that fear was washed away by excitement.
After he kissed her until her brain turned to ooze, he pulled away.
"What made you decide to say yes?" Sebastian nuzzled her ear.
"Hmmm." She thought about it as he nibbled her lobe.
"Was it my good looks? My charm?" he asked.
"Well, it definitely wasn't your humility," she said.
He stuck his hand under her shirt and traced the bottom of her lacy bra. "Probably it wasn't my chastity either."
She rolled her eyes, but she had to admit that her body was enjoying the attention. "Do you really want to know what it was?"
Sebastian froze with his hand pressing against the swell of her breast. "Yes."
"Trust." She met his eyes. "If you say that you aren't hiding anything, then I have to trust that you're telling me the truth. That's why I finally said yes. I decided to put my faith in you."
His fingers dug into her skin, causing a sharp pain.
"Ouch!" she squealed.
"I'm so sorry." He stared in horror at his hand. "I didn't mean to do that."
"I know." She massaged her breast. "It's fine."
"No, it isn't." He looked at her guiltily as if he'd beaten her with a tire iron and then doused her with gasoline. "I won't ever do that again."
"Oh, for heaven's sake." She tugged off her shirt. "Look. There aren't even any marks. You just surprised me, that's all."
Sebastian studied her bosom, but not with his normal lustful gaze. He began to kiss the swell of her breast, murmuring, "I'm sorry," against her skin.
Despite the fact she was fine, she had to admit that she loved his attentive kisses. His fingers curled over her arms as he lapped at the flesh above her bra. She thrust out her chest, living for his sensuous touch. One thing for certain, she knew that their marriage bed would never grow cold. She didn't think she'd ever get bored with Sebastian as a husband.
"You know what, I think you should remove my bra." Yeah, she was acting horny, but she didn't care. A woman had the right to want to fuck just as much as a man did.
Sebastian met her eyes. Some of his guilt gave way to arousal. "I think you're right. That bra is getting in the way."
With one quick motion, he released the clasp of her bra and tossed it to the floor. Her rosy nipples were hard from her arousal, and her body ached with longing. Sebastian covered her breast with kisses, all while releasing tiny moans of appreciation. As he suckled and licked, she felt beautiful for the first time in her life. She realized that Sebastian was building her up, making her feel like a woman who was feminine and sexy. It was an amazing transformation considering the fact that she'd always considered herself to be a bit of a Plain Jane.
"Sebastian," she groaned, realizing that her rising self-esteem was all because of him.
In response to her moan, he kissed his way up to her nipple and fastened his lips around it. He suckled on the aroused nub, making her tremble from desire. By now, her pussy was dripping wet, and she was certain that her panties were soaked through. What she wanted most at that moment was to be astride Sebastian as he came. He made her feel like a confident sex goddess, and as far as she was concerned, confident sex goddesses took life by the horns—and cock.
"My turn." She made Sebastian lie down on the couch. A second later, she was straddling him with a grin on her face.
His eyes darkened with desire as he studied her nude chest. "Somebody's feeling frisky."
She winked—that had to be a first for her, because she never winked—and he moaned in response. As Sebastian stared up at her as if she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, she seized the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. In one swift motion, she had him bare-chested. She draped herself over him, pressing her breasts against his body. She kissed her way down to his nipples and sucked one into her mouth, tasting his salty skin.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" He gasped.
"From you," she murmured sensuously, then ran her tongue along his hard nipple.
"Oh God, woman, you'll be the death of me." Then he moaned in a way that suggested that this said death would be a pleasurable end.
Due to his intense reaction, she continued to lap at the aroused bud before kissing her way down to his abs. Unable to contain herself—and honestly, not really wanting to—she pressed her lips against his muscles, layering them with kisses. She felt his core tighten beneath her mouth. Slowly, as she continued to kiss his stomach, she unzipped his fly and tugged his pants and briefs down his legs. Once the clothing was on the floor, she grinned down at his hard cock, once again marveling at how beautiful his body was.