“That’s what I want.” I’m so horny I’m surprised I can utter words at all. Every inch of my body is alive with the need for him.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he whispers, making the hair at my nape stand on end.
“Damn it, Sebastian. I want you inside me right now.”
“Ava.” He lets out a deep groan, moving off me. I hear the blessed sound of a condom package being ripped open. He rolls it over his length, then picks up a pillow and pushes it under my belly, lifting my butt up. He positions himself at my entrance. I lick my lips, my thighs quivering. When he pushes inside, my whole body trembles.
“Oh.” I breathe in and out, succumbing to his delicious torture. Because torture is the right word. Sebastian enters me with exquisite slowness. Inch by inch he fills me up, spreading my legs wider. This man is driving me insane. Finally, he stops pushing inside me, and I take it as a sign that he’s all in.
“Can you take all of me in?”
I lick my lips. I thought I already was. “Yeah.”
He thrusts inside me completely. I cry out, fisting the bedsheet.
“Ava,” he grits. His hands cup my ass cheeks. He starts moving, and my whole world spins on its axis. Each movement leads to an explosion of sensations, starting in my core and lighting the nerve endings in my entire body up to my fingertips. With each stroke, he claims a more intimate part of me. His lips trail on my back, the gentleness forming a stark contrast to the crushing rhythm of his hips. Sebastian’s forearms are at my sides. He’s slowly coming undone. I can tell by the way that his nails dig into the mattress. This recognition ignites something deep inside me.
My sex twinges as I feel drops of sweat falling onto my back.
“I want you to come with me, Ava.” He all but grunts out my name. I almost come because of that sound alone, but then Sebastian’s propping himself on one forearm only, and he slips his free hand between the pillow and me, circling my clit.
I lose it. I pinch my eyes closed, stars erupting behind them. “I cwdunter. . .”
“That’s not English, babe.” His voice is trembling.
“Sebastian.” I gasp as the orgasm takes hold of me. I succumb to it, every nerve singing with pleasure and need, the sensations intensifying when I hear Sebastian’s cry of relief and feel him widening inside me.
He drops on top of me, careful not to crush me. He laces his fingers with mine, squeezing lightly as he whispers, “You are an amazing woman, Ava.”
Chapter Nineteen
Ava
When I wake up, ribbons of sunlight drop inside the room, and the birds’ medley reaches me through the open window.
It takes me a few seconds to realize I?
??m not in my bed. To my right, Sebastian sleeps peacefully. The bliss from last night paints a smile on my face, but panic creeps in too. Should I leave? I have had a single one-night stand, and it was humiliating. He woke me up in the middle of the night, asking me why I was still there. I slipped into my clothes and ran out the next minute. But Sebastian isn’t like that, and this wasn’t a one-night stand.
Rolling on one side, I take in this fine specimen of a man. Even in his sleep, the one word to describe him is yummy. I once read that we feel when someone is watching us. It might be true, because within a few minutes of my blatant staring, Sebastian’s eyelids flutter open.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” His morning voice is so sexy. In one swift move, he pulls me to him.
I instantly relax in his arms. “Right back at you.”
He drags his fingers down my cheek and my lips. “You look beautiful.”
“Stop it.” I avert my gaze, focusing on his chin. “No one looks beautiful in the morning.”
“You do. Your eyes are a little puffy, and your lips swollen.” His mouth curls into a satisfied smirk. “Why, your lips betray what a nasty girl you were last night.”
“Mmmm.” I pinch the skin on his chest. “My body shows how nasty you’ve been. I’m a little sore.”
His expression turns serious. “A little? Then I didn’t do my job right. You’re about to get much more sore. That’s a promise.”
A shiver runs down my spine, goose bumps dancing on my skin.
“Are you cold?”