His arms draw me into his body, lips leaving a wet trail along my shoulder, making me shiver in anticipation as his cock searches at my back. Instinctively, I brace both palms on either side of the floor-length Georgian window in front of us and arch my behind. Seb’s hand anchors my hips and I hear his fumbles with contraception behind me, before the tip of his cock, searches at my moist entrance. His other hand reaches around to cup my breast and elongate my nipple, pinching it hard. I look down into the courtyard below; people are still mingling there, oblivious to what’s occurring a few floors above. They would only need to glance up and they’d have a full frontal of me naked being fucked by Sebastian, tits banging and pussy, in full view – basically my original fantasy. It only turns me on more. I’m angry, at myself, Toni, him, the situation but the more Sebastian claims me, the lighter I begin to feel, and the more forgiving I become.
I need him in me, filling me – fucking me- branding me and he doesn’t disappoint as he thrusts inside me, allowing me to adjust to his size before withdrawing almost entirely, and then forcefully pounding into me again. My body sheathing him tightly in with my juices and his hot breath in my ear, his tongue licks gingerly at my lobe before huskily whispering into it.
“I’m back where I belong and I’m not leaving again in a hurry.”
I push back onto him as he crudely takes me from behind. This isn’t gentle, its angry, passionate and torturous all in one and we both demand it. I feel his body begin to tense and his fingers curl around my pelvis to lock onto my clit, pushing back my folds and forcing my nub out to the air, before flicking a pad back and forth in time to his banging demands. The friction created is fucking amazing and I cry out as I come within seconds, feeling his cock twitch as his semen spurts inside me, in strong spasms, as he strokes my breasts together, kissing my neck at the same time as he groans.
“Fuck …baby… only…you!”
I unhook the tieback and let the curtain swish closed before turning in his arms to face him, then I kiss the side of his jaw, his two-day stubble scratching against my soft cheek, and sigh, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He rapidly swoops in, sliding his tongue inside and draws me into his body further. The heat is there, intensifying with each stroke of his tongue and each suck of our lips; building already. I was right; the burn never seems to dissipate between us – it’s never enough – sweet sexual satisfaction that I don’t ever want to end.
As if he’s read my mind we part and he leads me towards the bathroom. “Let’s freshen up and you and I are back in that bed. That was desperate sex, now I’m going to make love to you… and take my sweet fucking time!”
The control is back in his husky voice but on a level that is sexy and exciting – dominating yet I know that his black bedroom eyes, question my approval. Finally he gets it. Demand everything from me - yes - just ask my approval first. I love this side to him; have only seen it a few times and crave more of it. I feel privy to a secret club with virtually no members.
Why couldn’t he always show his emotions like this?
Because he wouldn’t be Sebastian Silver – the man you love like no other. Alpha, authoritative and yes sometimes a frigging arsehole! Because if he was asking you nicely, you’d still be just friends and you’re not sure how you went a decade without jumping him!
We head to the bathroom, unclothed but I’m not aware of my nakedness as I hold his hand, until we hit the en-suite, where I grab a towel and wrap it around me, cocooning me from his virility.
“I’ll just be a minute I need to wee.”
I nip to the loo, whilst he disposes of the condom, tying a knot in it and heading back into the room, to bin it. I can hear him, striding outside.
“You done yet?”
“Mmm hmmm. You can come in now.”
He doesn’t care about my presence as he arrogantly pees into the toilet, and I’m surprised by my reaction to it. Viewing his body in all its finery at this angle, it’s both intimate and manly. Like we’ve stepped forward into the next part of whatever we are? I can’t think about that now - I’m still questioning my decision to be here.
A quick flush and I watch him wash those sexy hands and fill the sink, dousing a small towel in warm water - his muscles ripple across his back, the strength there fluid and graceful, whilst he squeezes out the excess, before kneeling at my feet and placing the towel between my thighs. The warmth is welcome as his eyes hold mine throughout, pouring his emotions into me, so gentle in his touch I can see and sense his feelings for me. He cleanses me before planting a kiss on my belly, rinses the cloth, before washing himself quickly. We catch one another’s eyes in the mirror over the sink, and I lick my lips. He is the most beautiful specimen; all hard ripped and all-man and that behind! I feel the flush creep over my face, embarrassed at my open approval of his body.