I stare down at him, at the top of his head, astonished when his tattooed arms wrap around my waist in an embrace and he lays his forehead against my stomach, holding me.
Just…holding me.
It’s strange.
And beautiful.
My fingers rake through his short hair then skim over the firm planes of his deltoids; they’re rock-hard and potent, one of my favorite parts of a man, especially from behind. Flattening my palms, they graze his shoulder blades and thick neck, kneading and massaging his dense, muscular body.
Relaxed, Sebastian hums.
Content.
After a time, butterfly kisses pepper my stomach, that gorgeous mouth moving across my skin toward my décolletage.
“Jameson,” he mumbles against my scorching flesh, his fingers tracing the outer cup of my lacy, demi-cup bra. The sheer lace is nude and almost see-through, and I watch transfixed when Sebastian nuzzles my left breast with his nose. Sucks gently on one hard nipple through the fabric. Fondles the right breast in his oversized palm, mesmerized.
My head tips back and I gasp, pawing at the mattress beneath me when he licks and teases my nipples, dampening my bra. Sucks. Flicks the tip with his tongue.
He watches me the entire time, dark eyes burning with desire.
For me.
Our eyes collide, ablaze and aroused. Half hooded and hazy.
Drunk on lust.
My lips part. Tongue runs along my bottom lip as my head rolls, hair falling in waves, stunned that Sebastian already knows how to work my body.
Knows the tells that make me orgasm.
My boobs being one of them.
“Naked,” I whimper. “Get naked.”
“I wanna fuck these tits,” he growls, releasing one and rising to stand. Hands hasten to his zipper and I watch as he tugs, frantically propelling the metal teeth…open. Full access. Relief when his jeans finally get shoved down over his erection.
Next, he whips off his tee, tossing it aside, and I revel in his body. It’s gorgeous, a work of art. Muscular doesn’t begin to describe it. Strapping. Strong. Powerful. All broad shoulders and hard pecs. Smooth in all the right places, with a pleasure trail dipping down into his boxer briefs—a path I follow with my index finger.
“God I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
He throbs beneath his light gray boxers, the outline of his cock straining to bust through the cotton. I reach for the waistband, caressing just inside the elastic with my fingertips, back and forth (a total tease, I know) before running my flat palms along the smooth span of his waist, behind to his firm ass, inside his boxers. Squeeze that ridiculously shapely ass.
Push his underwear down the leanest hips I’ve ever had the privilege to touch, guide them over his erection until my palms cup his glutes and squeeze.
He’s eyelevel. It is right in front of my face and it is huge.
Mouth watering, I eagerly lower my head and lick it like a lollypop, teasing beneath the tip with quick flicks of my tongue before wrapping my lips completely around it, sucking. Just. The. Tip.
“Fuck James, fuck. Shit.” He pants a little frenziedly, hips thrusting toward me. “Suck it.”
I suck just the end, tongue swiping at the clear pre-come and gloating with every grunt and groan coming from his strapping chest. Sebastian’s fists clench and unclench at his sides, a sure sign he’s trying to retain his composure.
“Fuck, stop. I need you to stop, but shit…oh shit…that feels f-fucking good.” His tattooed arms go behind his neck and his head dips, eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings. He peels them open, watching my teeth friskily nip with glassy eyes. “Take it all, take it all,” he begs, voice raising a few octaves. “Please Jameson, please just fucking suck it.”
I do. Hands grasping his fine ass, I let them wander south at the same time I draw his thick, hard dick farther into my mouth. Hands continue onward, seeking, effortlessly discovering the secret spot under his balls I’ve only read about online, and I press down, rub it with circular motions while I suck.
“Oh…my…fucking…g-god,” he rasps, his loud groan sounding like a tortured mixture of pleasure and pain. “Jameson…mmph...uh…uh…fuck…”
Sebastian’s brawny muscles contract, biceps flexing behind his neck, hips driving forward. “Shit, shit, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” he repeats. “And then I’m gonna…f-fuck…fuck you.”
Sebastian
Jameson’s warm sexy body is burrowed in the crook of my frame, head tucked under my chin, ass nestled against my groin. Like two pieces of a complex puzzle we’ve finally managed to solve, we fit together.
Perfectly.
I don’t think we slept this way throughout the night. When we finally finished fucking, she told me I was a “hot box” and settled on the far side of the bed facing the window, sighing contently, happy with her own space.
Like a dude.
Jameson Clark is not a cuddler, but when I awoke to yet another raging boner, there was no resistance to my hauling her naked body to my side of the bed. No complaining. Only blissful sighs when I enveloped my strong arms around her, drawing her close, immediately folding her into my body.
Tenderly, I nuzzle her neck. Sniff her hair and brush back the loose strands so I can kiss the long column of skin below her ear. Palm settling on her breast, I tease her areola until her nipple puckers beneath my wanton fingertips, waking up.
Wanting to play.
Mission accomplished.
“Mmm…” She yawns, stretching beneath me, elongating her torso and making it easier for my hands to roam, drag them up and down her feminine curves. Marvel at her smooth skin.
“That feels good.” She luxuriates beneath my touch. Kissing the spot between her shoulder blades, I move upward, sucking gently on her neck, careful not a leave a mark on her flawless skin. I nestle the tip of my erection into her ass crack.
I’m affected by every one of her muttered coos.
“You feel good.” I lightly caress her hip while rotating mine and land a kiss on her shoulder. She has a smattering of freckles, and I rest my lips there.
Moaning, her arm comes up to cradle the back of my head while I palm her breast, raking her fingers along my scalp—damn, aren’t we the picture of domestic fucking bliss?
“Sebastian.” Jameson gasps softly, pelvis beginning to rock, ever so slowly.
Yes, baby, just like that.
“You’re never wearing clothes to bed again,” my brusque voice informs her.
“I’m not?”
My head gives a definitive shake. “Now that I’ve seen you naked? Hell fucking no.”
The words settle on the air; we’re quiet then, basking in each other. When Jameson rolls onto her back, she smiles up at me, satisfaction on her relaxed brows. “Does this mean you’re keeping me around for a while?”
My chest swells with pride. I feel like I’ve done something right with us, something long lasting.
Something permanent, and goddammit, I suck at this emotional bullshit, but baser instincts prevail and have me wrapping my arms around Jameson’s waist. Embracing her. Planting open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Resting my hands on her lower abdomen, the most womanly part of her body.
The source of her feminine power.
“Do you want to be around for a while?” I ask the crook of her neck.
“You know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Her soft lips kiss the side of my forearm, and, as if she senses the change in me—the pensive silence—she tilts her neck toward my face.
“Sebastian? I thought you were going to…” Jameson prompts, bright blue eyes coyly reading my expression, and she shifts position, reaching between our bodies. Enfolds my thick morning wood in her hands, squeezing. “Have your way with me this morning.”
Up and down…up and down, my cock pulses in her hand with every even stroke until my thighs are shaking—the need for her is that urgent. That real.
“Is that what you want? Me to have my way with you this morning?” The question comes out in a hiss when her hands round the tip of my dick, thumbs brushing the head.
“Yes.”
It takes me a few seconds to grab a condom, tear it open, and slide it on, position myself above her. Jameson’s eyes cloud, hazy with lust and desire when I slip in. She’s warm, dripping wet, and willing. So willing.
Soft.
Sexy.
Hair pooled around her like some kind of goddamn angel, she watches me quietly, braced above her.
We go methodically, painfully slowly, the only sound in the room our labored breathing and the headboard bang, bang, banging the wall with each and every languid thrust. The thumping sound gets me harder.
Toes rooted and digging into the mattress, I glide in and out of her slick heat like it was made just for my cock.
Jameson’s palm strokes my cheek and I bend my head, covering her lips with mine, breathe her in and out, then in again, like she’s the air I need to survive.
Because she is.
Somehow…
Shit, this girl means everything to me.
“Mmm, mmm.” She moans sweetly into my mouth when her body begins to climax, the muscles in her tight pussy contracting and squeezing the shit out of me in the best possible way.
I come moments later, the shockwaves quivering my lower body.
“Baby.” I speak the promise into her hair, lovingly stroking the damp locks away from her temple as I cradle her in my arms. “Jameson.”