Although his movements get a little more demanding, he never ups the pace, just keeps things slow and steady. It drives me fucking crazy, and the second he skims his hands down my body and presses his fingers to my clit, the extra friction makes me explode.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Milk my cock.”
A smile curls at my lips as I thrash about on the bed, riding out the powerful waves as just a hint of my bad boy slips back.
“Fuck, Hellion. You squeeze me so tight.”
Digging my nails into his shoulders once more, I drag them along his soft skin.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he chants, the pain mixing with his pleasure and need to hold off, and he falls, his cock jerking inside me, filling me, claiming me.
He collapses on me, his hard, heavy body pressing me into the mattress.
It takes a few seconds for my desire-fogged brain to clear. Seb seems to have the same issue, because it’s not until I speak that he shows any sign of life.
“Are those assholes clapping?”
He pushes from my chest, lifting his face from my shoulder and listening.
“I’m going to fucking kill them,” he warns, his voice dark and dangerous.
“Or,” I start, lifting my hand, cupping his cheek and forcing his eyes back to mine, “you could fuck me again and really show them what they’re missing.”
“Match made in hell, baby.”