It was all too fast. I dated Wyatt for years and never felt this close to him. What had I been doing with him all those years when I could have something like this?
“Do you want to bite me?” I whispered. Just watching him lick the blood off my arm turned me on faster than I could have ever imagined. When it was my blood, the blood he consumed and wanted, made me full of curiosity.
What will it be like if he bites me?
“Christine,” he mumbled. “Biting is very intimate when done on the neck.” He traced my unmarked skin, supposedly where he would bite me.
“Oh,” I muttered. “Like you do it when you make love to someone? Then how do you normally eat then?”
“With humans? In the arm, usually,” he stated. “I only drink animal’s blood.” I tilted my head to the side, not understanding. He just licked up my arm and now nicked my lip and tongue. “Except for you.” He kissed my lips.
“You like me that much then?” My heart almost exploded. The thoughts of being rejected while putting myself out there had me trembling, but Sebastian fell to my side and held me tight. His finger traced down the side of my face, moving my blonde hair, and down to my neck.
“If you really knew how much I cared about you, I fear you would run away.” My eyes widened, my fingers holding him tightly. “Which is why I won’t bite your neck until you can return those feelings to me, Christine. Only when you are ready.”
I wanted to tell him I was ready, but how would that look? Jumping in from one relationship to the next, he might think I’m some sort of hussy.
“Okay,” was all that I managed to whisper. “But…” The crackle of the electricity between our skin sparked to life again. His nose flared; the deep red eyes bore into my skin as he watched my neck. “We can still do other things?”
Please don’t reject me.
“What do you want, Christine?” he said seductively. He promptly rolled me on my back, laying on top of me, my dress hiking up further and further on my thigh. His large hand crept up to my core.
“I want you to…” My words faltered, my body taking over while my hand reached lower to cup his erection through his pants. He groaned, pushing it harder into my hand.
“I need you to say what you want, my be—” he paused before composing himself. “My Bella.”
I think my heart just flipped over in my chest.
Even with that term of endearment, I couldn’t tell him what I wanted. I wasn’t able to speak my mind like he could. I didn’t know how to say I wanted him to make me cum in ways I couldn’t think of. The blush and lack of voice had his smile pulling up away from my ear.
“Does my Bella want me to make her cum?” My face flushed red, his erection pushing into my mound. He hit it in the exact spot without me maneuvering him over my clit.He’s just so suave.
My dress hiked up, and the black lace underwear that was basically see-through had his tongue escape his lips to watch the skirt rake up higher on my thighs. Those damn thighs.
“I love these legs,” he mentioned. “I can’t wait to have them wrap around my head while I lap up your pussy with my tongue.” His hand glided upward. Sebastian squeezed my inner thigh with his large hand, and my body squirmed against him. “Not today, but soon,” he muttered. The buckle of his belt clinked together, and my heart beat faster, thinking that he would pull out that beast he had.
“Gods, I wanted you the first time I laid eyes on you. Lick your slit, bury my cock inside you.”
My head fell back, the vulgarity of his words having tremors rack through my body. “Mm, you like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” I nodded my head, his finger tipping my chin down so he examined me. His cock now lying on top of the thin material of my underwear.
The heat of his cock laying on top of me had my clit throb. Just two very thin materials lay between our privates, and I wanted nothing more than to rip them away.
I wanted to touch it.
“I promised we would go slow.” His voice was strained. “This is the best I can do.” I wanted to argue, let him know I wanted to see the raging boner beneath his boxers, but I had to be calm. My mind was covered in a haze of lust, and he was the only one able to think straight right now.
I think.
He slid his cock out of his boxer briefs and up my pussy, and I whimpered, feeling the heat. He pushed against my clit again, my head falling back. Sebastian took his tongue, licking my neck. The shivers turned to electricity down to my toes, my fingers trailing down his wrinkled shirt and to his ass. Feeling bold, I pushed my hands beneath his boxers to feel his muscular back end.
Sebastian grunted, his teeth grazing my neck. “You are going to be the death of me.” He growled. The growl set me off, my pussy seeping with wetness. I could feel the precum coating my stomach.
“Gods, I just want to fuck you.” He growled again. “Slow, I must go slow.”
Oh, please fuck me.
I had never wanted so much in my life. I couldn’t stand it. With Sebastian, it seemed perfect, like it was meant to be.