The One Addicted(104)

I listen to her breathing next to me and push up to rest on my elbow, reaching over to plant a feather light kiss on her lips; she reads my mind, automatically leaning in to meet me and we share a long leisurely kiss, filled with promise that instantly makes my cock twitch. Thats all it takes. The woman is a temptress.

“I love you.” My words are clear and full of meaning in the quiet room and I mean every one of them.

“I love you too. Like I’ve never loved before.”

“You and me.”

I can feel her tremble in my arms, she’s still unsure but we’re getting there. Her lips seek mine again and we continue our desperate exploration - the constant need for connection not dissipating in the slightest. The only time we falter is when we part and I have no intention of that happening upon our return. It might take some organising and a few weeks, but what I planned will mean that we can seriously make our relationship work.

We are relaxing on top of the covers, with her half sitting up against the headboard and unable to ignore her soft skin, I trail a finger down her chest, across her belly and along her scar, looking up to her eyes to try and read her thoughts. “What are you doing?”

“Does it hurt still?”

“Only internally sometimes- from the adhesions. She brushes my hand away with her own and I clasp it, forcing her to stay, her hand covering her scar and the top of her mound. “Are you wet, baby?”

“I’m not sure- why don’t you find out?” her brows rise.

“I’d rather you did.” I lean back onto my elbow to gain a better view and peruse her sexy body, “Move your hand lower, baby, Touch yourself.”

“You want me to..”

“I want you to.”

With her eyes locked on mine, she leisurely opens her legs, planting both feet flat onto the bed, knees bent and slips her fingers downwards, along her V and inside. As she enjoys the sensations of her touch, bringing her now glistening wet finger out of her pussy to rub her clit, her eyes semi-close in pleasure and I feel myself becoming hard. God, she is gorgeous!. The act of watching her masturbate was so intimate and personal there was no better way to show me her trust of me and that makes me even harder.

I can see her pink pussy, bold and on show as she fingers herself, swooping in to collect her juices before rubbing them continuously around her nub, which is visibly becoming more swollen. I watch her tongue flick out and lick around her full lips and just when I don’t think I can stand another second of voyeurism, she sucks long and hard on her index finger, holding my gaze the whole time, before removing it with exquisite slowness and swirling the wetness around her areola and razor sharp nipple.

I’d honestly thought I could manage but I’m obviously much more of a get stuck in type. My hands are restless at my sides, desperate to touch her.

Jesus Christ - hot didn’t cut it!

Frustrated, I grab my cock and she smiles, throwing her head back on a seductive moan. I begin to pump in unison with her rubbing motions, both of us watching as we head towards our releases. “Oh Seb… Baby… I’m coming…I’m …ahhhh.”

I grip my cock and pump like a demon, stroking my length in front of her, whilst she writhes around on the bed - it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life and as she screams my name, over and over again, I judder, as my climax rips into me and I come across my stomach.

“We’re bloody keeping the masks, if that is what happens when we wear them.”

 I lie back onto the bed, our panting beginning to lessen, and I take a moment to enjoy the sound of her deep sexy laugh - she was the whole package this woman. Fuck me, I’m a lucky man.


 Every time we have sex I can’t imagine it could ever get more amazing than right there in that moment; that I could possibly feel more, love him more - yet he continues to surprise me. He continues to challenge me and push me to try new things and experiment. Each time can never be the last - I will always want more from this man.

That had been so daring for me - I’d never masturbated in front of a man, other than with Sebastian using a sex toy on me. It had been such an intimate moment, I’d definitely felt a shift between us - a unification which was ironic as he’d not been inside me this last time.

I reach down to cup his chin and he dips his mouth to mine and slips his tongue inside; my knees go weak at the contact and I pull away with a light peck. “I love you but I need the loo and water.”

“Have I worn you out?”

“Completely - I’m exhausted.”

“Hurry up and come back to bed and we’ll cosy up and go to sleep. We can have a long lie-in in the morning, as we don’t need to leave for the airport until around 5pm’ish.”