Sebastian drives into me with one hard move, whipping my breath away. My back arches, my pelvis lifting to meet him. With this angle, he fills me up even deeper than before. A slow tremble spreads through me from the spot where our bodies are joined. It’s subtle yet so devastating I don’t know what to do with myself. I will come undone from this one tiny quiver. It spreads through me like a hurricane.
“Sebastian, oh God.” Taking deep breaths, I focus on the impossibly intense sensation of having him inside me. As he rocks in and out of me, arousal races through me, his strokes bringing me relief, and at the same time, inciting the burning need for more. He fills me so completely, stretching me more with every movement.
He’s as rough as he promised, and I love it. There is no restraint in him as he slams in and out of me, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. I lose myself in the swirls of sensations, sliding in and out of reality, his grunts of pleasure being the only thing grounding me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Ava,” Sebastian mutters, groaning with pleasure. His expert fingers flick my clit, making me come undone. My pulse ratchets up as pleasure dances along my nerve endings, erupting into stings. Sebastian plunges deep inside me with ferocious moves, his desperation igniting an orgasm deep inside me. I writhe, bucking my hips, fire ripping through me. He scoops my ass up, driving into me with even more desperation. Pleasure sears me, singeing my center. I don’t know if it’s icy or flaming darts shooting through me, but the pressure building in my core explodes with a vengeance as I push myself into him. It extends into tendrils of relief gripping my entire body. I close my eyes as Sebastian rasps out my name, release engulfing us both.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sebastian
I wake up before her the next morning and move to the living room so I don’t disturb her. As is my habit, I open my laptop, checking the latest e-mails and reports. My mind starts making a list of people I want to call and e-mail, and then I realize I’m being an ass. Ava’s here; I won’t waste my time working. It can all wait until Monday.
A few minutes later, I hear her approach with quick steps. When I turn around, I let out a grunt. She’s completely naked.
“Jesus, woman. Do you want to make me crazy this early on?”
“I always want to do that.” She smiles coyly as I pull her into my lap. I find myself searching for ways to keep her happy. I want to anticipate her every need and fulfill it, because seeing her happy makes me happy.
“Why don’t you get dressed? We can go get breakfast. I know a restaurant about twenty minutes from here. You’ll love it. Afterward we could go to the club. We can do whatever you like there. Swim, play tennis, golf.”
She licks her lips, moving her hot little body against me, but she doesn’t look impressed with my offer.
“If you want to do something else, I’m open to alternatives.”
I try to anticipate what she’ll say, running a number of scenarios through my head. Shopping might come up. I used to give my credit card to other women, but I’ll actually enjoy watching her try on clothes.
“Let’s stay in,” she whispers the words playfully, resting her palms on my chest. “I like having you all to myself, and you spoil me so much when it’s just the two of us.”
“What do you mean? I spoil you all the time.”
“Yeah, but more when we’re alone. I don’t want anything today. No club and no fancy restaurant. I just want you.”
“We’ll stay in.” I kiss her senseless, pulling her tighter to me, taking her mouth like a man possessed. If this woman knew how strongly I feel for her, she’d lock me up. In the month I’ve known her, I’ve let her in more than anyone in years except my family.
Letting my guard down is a dangerous thing. I should take a step back and clear my head, consider everything I have to lose. It’d be the sensible thing to do. But I can’t be sensible around her.
She’s too good to be real, and it’s killing me. I lay her on the couch, doing to her the things I was too desperate to do last night. I first cup her breasts, pulling her nipples between my lips until they’re rock hard. Then I stop and lift up, looking her straight in the eyes as I lower my hand between her legs. The expression in her eyes makes me want to hug her and not let go. I can’t get enough of her. And she just wants me. Not the things I can buy her, but me.
I drop my mouth to the skin between her breasts, trailing down in a straight path, past her navel, right to her clit.
“Sebastian. . .” She arches against my mouth when I slide a finger inside her. The way she clenches around it is beautiful. She’s so ready, and so close. I keep my eyes on her chest, watching it heave up and down with increasing speed. A lovely blush spreads on her skin as I continue to pleasure her with my tongue and finger. My balls tighten when her fingers claw at the surface of the couch, as if she wants to fist the fabric to ground herself.
“That’s it, Ava. I want to see you come.”
Closing her eyes, she lets out a beautiful cry as she spasms around my finger. I unhitch my lips from her tender spot, kissing down her inner thighs then up her torso until I’m over her completely.
Grinning, she says, “Now that’s how every day should start. Who needs coffee if you can have an orgasm?”
“Not sure how I feel about my skills being compared to coffee, but—”
“Coffee is important to me.” She nods very seriously, which only makes me guffaw.
“I suppose that makes it all right.”
She laughs softly, pushing herself against my chest, looking up at me. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not hungry. I ate a lot last night. Let’s swim.”
“Let’s.”