The Alpha's Baby(8)

"Soon I'll be inside you," he said, noting her gaze.

His words brought a blush to her cheek. She was no virgin, but she wasn't exactly Madame du Barry either.

Before she had time to dwell on her embarrassment, Sebastian was already laying kisses along her stomach. He ran his fingers along her womanly curves, groaning as he enjoyed the softness of her skin. Though he moved his hand to her fly, he didn't immediately undress her. Instead he ran his fingers along her womanhood and then pressed his palm against the root of her femininity, causing her to stiffen in both pleasure and surprise.

"I can't wait to bury myself inside of you." He laid a kiss along the waistband of her pants.

Her response was nothing more than a blush and a loud whimper of ecstasy.

The man finally unbuttoned her jeans. He tugged the pants down her legs, laying kisses along her smooth skin as he went. Even though she really should have been focusing on enjoying his lips on her body, all she could think during that moment was, Thank God I shaved. Once he tugged off her pants, he smiled at her and then crawled upward again. She expected him to return to kissing her lips like he had before, but instead the man paused at her green undies and ran his fingers along the crook of her inner thighs.

"Do you want me to finger you?" He ran his fingers along her sensitive flesh, almost touching her feminine lips but not quite. She wasn't sure if this was pleasure or torture.

"Mmmm," was all she managed to say.

"I said, do you want me to finger you?" He kissed her pelvis. "I won't go further until you answer."

She realized he was teasing her—and she liked that.

"Yes." She was surprised she even remembered the word.

"Then tell me." He kissed her stomach.

"Huh?"

"Say, 'Sebastian, I want you to finger me,'" he said with a grin.

She sat up in alarm. "What? Why?"

"Because I like it when you blush, and you blush whenever the conversation turns dirty," he said.

Good God, the man was right. She was ninety-nine percent sure that she was as red as a cherry.

"Humph." She crossed her arms, causing her breasts to shift.

"You're not saying it." He nuzzled her between her legs.

"I want you to finger me," she mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Sebastian grinned, his fingers inching a little closer to where she wanted them.

"I want you to finger me," she said, louder now. She tried to keep herself from blushing, but it would have been easier to do ballet on a tightrope.

Sebastian smiled at her in an oh-so-wicked way, and then he finally moved his hand up her thigh to the delicate lips of her pussy. As he ran his fingers along the smooth, fragile lips, she gasped for air. How long had it been since she'd been touched by somebody other than herself? Six months? A year? Oh, crap, it had been two whole years. She'd been so busy and…and…

He slid his finger inside of her underpants, cutting off all thoughts of numbers and anything else. At first he merely teased her, touching her sobbing cunt with his long fingers. As she spread her legs, half wanting to mewl like a cat, he kissed the crotch of her damp underwear and then stopped touching her for only long enough to ease the panties down her legs. Once she was completely nude, Sebastian buried his face in the dark triangle of curls that decorated her fragile sex. He laid a kiss between her legs, tender and reverent.

But then he looked up at her with an impish grin.

"Do you want me to lick your cunt?" he said.

Of course she wanted him to lick her cunt. Already she could imagine him lapping desperately at her aroused center, bringing her closer and closer to release.

The man propped himself up on his elbow. "Well?"

She nodded.

"Say it." He kissed her pussy. "Say that you want me to lick your cunt."

"Lick it," she said quietly.

"Be louder and make sure you say all of it." His grin widened.

"I want you to lick my cunt!" she wailed.

"As you wish, sweetheart." He chuckled.

He nuzzled his way between her feminine lips until his face was completely burrowed in dark curls, and then his tongue darted out of his mouth, drinking up her sex. His damp tongue plunging inside of her sensitive hole was enough to make her arch her back in euphoria. She thanked God, her parents, and even that damned BMW driver. She half felt like she'd just won an Academy Award because of all the gratitude she experienced.

Just when she was certain she was going to die from pleasure, he pulled his tongue from her hole. His lips meandered along the lips of her cunt, and he strayed all the way up to her sensitive clit. His experienced tongue to rove over her flesh. All she could do to stop herself from seizing his head and pressing it harder into her cunt was count the number of times his tongue stroked her pussy—one, two, three, four…Damn, was that a lick or a suck? It was so hard to be sure.