“Don’t be ashamed of perusing me, lady - I like that I make your nipples swell and darken, and your lips pout and those eyes - the way they change from green, to lime, to amber - it makes me rock hard.” He leans both forearms onto the marble sink, all the while his liquorice blacks boring into mine through the reflection daring me to look down. I manage a couple of seconds before caving. My eyes drop to his groin, where his cock is solid and ready…again! Jesus! Was this soldier never at ease?
“Come let me show you how I’ve missed you, baby - how I feel about you. How you make me want to stay buried inside of you and never leave; how sorry I am.”
I allow myself to be led back to the bed, enfolded within his arms and kissed until my breath is not my own. I understand that for Sebastian sex is our last step back to one another - no matter how many obstacles we meet, we can always find one another in bed. No matter how much my brain is fighting my emotions right now, I can’t deny that this man has to be part of my future in some form.
I believe him.
My hands are clasped in his, his long masculine fingers, linking tightly with mine, as we continue our onslaught of punishing kisses. His smell is intoxicating as I push my breasts into his chest, desperate to create friction from the light coating of hair there, against my taut nipples.
“Stop fighting it, baby. Just lie back and let me worship you.”
Not a fucking chance. I am no 1950’s housewife and I twist in annoyance to try and release one of my hands. His chuckle is irritatingly sexy.
“Never one to take orders. Seriously, darling, there’s a time for rough…” His fingers rake up my thigh. “… And there’s a time for play. Now its all about the agonisingly slow…”
I throw my head back on that last word, my neck stretched out as he runs his palm softly along it. My body quivers at his delicate touch. I can feel his breath on my lips. Kiss me.
“Does this feel good?” Oh God yes!
My moan satisfies his questions as he dips his head to my breast, adoring and caressing it until every nerve ending in my nipple has come alive and is sending electric currents to my core. I feel myself grow wet. That is all it takes with him.
Our combined deep breaths are desperate and our eyes fly to meet one another. I cup his face drawing him into me. We brush our lips, dipping inside, teasing.
“I’ve missed you so much - you have no idea how much I’ve been going out of my mind these past few days.”
We hold each other, staring; liquorice black into lime, the moment so deep I feel like I can see inside his soul. I believe him.
“I missed you too.”
He brushes a tendril away from my cheek, his knuckle rough against my soft skin. I can feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my abdomen and wiggle delicately to adjust him; to force him lower to fit within my open V.
“You and I need some time together, baby.”
He plants pecks across my cheek, down onto my shoulder and back to my needy breasts and on a sigh I whisper, “I know.” I want to be with him all day, every day.
Gazing up at me he smiles seductively. “Give me some time and I’ll arrange it.” Then thrusts his tongue deep within my mouth, wrapping his fingers in my hair and curling me into his body. I open myself, and my body, to this difficult, complicated, wonderful man and moan in rapture as I feel him slip inside me. Then the moment changes as he plunges into me, slow slow, hard, slow slow hard, then faster and faster, as I match his rhythm, desperate to meet his demands and reach my own end goal. I can’t think of anything but him and the connection we are sharing together. The feeling of him inside me is more than intimate, I feel like he is touching my very essence and can’t control the single tear that escapes and trickles down the side of my face.
“I love you.” I love you. Always.
“You and me - together again at last.”
“You’re very quiet, lady - everything ok?”
I’m snuggled into Sebastian’s chest, tracing patterns across the light dusting of hair there, whilst staring into space, my mind clogged with total head-fuck. I’ve been quiet as a mouse since we’d settled down after our third sex session. “I’m fine.” I lie openly.
“Ah, the old I’m fine line. I really am up shit creek without a paddle then.”
My heart squeezes tighter and I know if I don’t get out of this room soon, I’ll cry. Today had been amazing and I truly believed everything he’d explained to me about the party but I still couldn’t relax. I’d fallen too deep, too fast and he hadn’t - either that or he hadn’t caught up to my pace. I’m left with the decision to go with my gut and appease my sexual cravings or walk away, fences mended and bodies satisfied.