The Education of Sebastian & the Education of Caroline(247)

“A shirt for a shirt, Caro.”

Okay, so he was starting out easy. But I was wearing fewer clothes than he was.

I undid my shirt and watched his eyes widen as he took a deep breath, his gaze drawn to my breasts. His jacket and t-shirt hit the floor and we were both naked from the waist up.

“So far so good: I want you to take off your boots and socks.”

He thought for a moment.

“Okay, but I want you to touch your breasts, Caro; touch yourself until your nipples are hard.”

I ran my hands lightly over myself, toying with my nipples while I stared into his eyes.

“Fuck!” he said, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Boots,” I said, my voice sharp with need.

It took a minute for him to unlace his boots and tug his feet out of them, then peel off his socks. His coordination wasn’t helped by the fact that I continued to massage my breasts, turning myself on with my hands and his dark gaze.

“I want you to take off your pants, Sebastian.”

“And you have to lose those pajama bottoms, Caro,”

I slipped them off quickly, adding them to the pile of clothes in the corner.

Sebastian matched me, unzipping his pants and tossing them away. My eyes were drawn to the very noticeable bulge in his briefs. But I needed to get them off him first—and I didn’t have any clothes left to trade.

“I want you naked, Sebastian,” I whispered.

“I want you to touch yourself between your legs, Caro. I want to see you come.”

I pulled a face.

“What?” he said, looking confused.

“Sebastian, I can do that any night of the week; frankly I was hoping you’d do it for me.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but it’ll be a real fucking turn on for me.”

“All right then, but you, too.”

“Me, too, what?”

“Lose the briefs, get handy, and make yourself come.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Ah, what the hell.”

He lay on his back and lifted his butt, so he could slide his briefs over his hips. His erection leapt free immediately.

Then he pulled himself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall facing me, and started stroking himself. I knelt up, spreading my knees wide and began to rub my clitoris slowly.

I felt utterly aroused watching him touch himself so intimately, staring into his eyes as his breath began to come faster, as I listened to myself moan softly. He wrapped his right hand firmly around himself, and started gripping harder; and I copied him, matching him stroke for stroke, my back arching as my insides began to tremble and my body begged for release.

“Oh, fuck this,” he snarled. He launched himself forward, forcing me onto my back, and slammed into me, pumping hard.

I smacked his shoulder and pushed him off. “Condom!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He pulled out of me hurriedly, grabbed his pants and dragged them toward him, fumbling in the pocket for a foil packet. He swore again as he dropped it and had to search for another.

“I’m sheathed up,” he hissed, at last.

“From behind: make it rough.”

I heard his breath catch, but he didn’t need to be asked twice. I rolled onto my hands and knees and felt him grip my hips. He rammed into me so hard, I had to stifle my cry with one hand. I collapsed onto my forearms as he let himself go, hammering into my body, using me for sex, just like I’d told him to. It was rough and raw and just what I wanted—what I needed.

I pushed my ass back against him, and felt his balls slap against my skin as he plunged into me again and again.

He leaned over and reached down to palm my left breast, squeezing the nipple hard enough to make me cry out. Then he let go and moved his hand lower, his fingers circling me and reaching far enough back, so that I knew he was touching his shaft at the same time, feeling himself move in and out of me.

I brought my hand up to meet his, and we twined our fingers together, quite literally feeling our connection.

My body gave way as I came, and Sebastian hooked his arm around my waist to hold me up, until his own climax had him collapsing onto my thin mattress.

I was almost passing out, I was gasping for breath, and Sebastian was breathing hard. I could feel the sweat on my chest and back.

Sebastian pulled out of me, a movement that made me wince. I’d asked for rough sex and I’d got it. Oh, boy had I got it.

I felt his breath on my neck and his hand rested on my hip.

“Are you okay?” he breathed, softly.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Apart from the fact I’ll be walking like I just got off my camel tomorrow. You?”

“Yeah, I think I ripped my foreskin—what’s left of it,” he muttered.

“Really?” I turned around to face him. “Are you okay?”