by Dani Lovell
I tingle a little and can’t help but focus my touch on this part of him. Running my hands around his waist, along his clothing, I reach his sides and instead of returning my fingers to his back, I continue the journey around to the front, feeling that masculine hair disappearing into his pants.
I linger on the buckle, and for a split second contemplate sliding my hand downwards to feel him, but before I make any moves, he takes my hands in his and pulls them forward, forcing my body against his back, and he slowly places my hands back down on his pectoral muscles. Oh wow, his toned, hard, delicious pecs. Slowly and gently, I curl my hands and run my fingernails down his chest and over his stomach, crossing them over his belly and back again, before returning their journey upwards.
He feels so hot and welcoming against my chest, being pressed up against all of this body art is… it’s beautiful. Wow, something I never thought I’d feel. I do have a small tattoo, but it was something for me; something nobody sees unless I’m semi naked. And it’s nothing in comparison to this delicious man’s body. Just a message to myself about who I am and what I’m about, self-empowerment, I suppose.
I imagine a man like Sebastian would think it’s silly, with his smorgasbord of intricate designs, but it reminds me that I’m not always what people imagine me to be. I would expect most of my colleagues and acquaintances to be thoroughly shocked if they knew I had a tattoo. I feel slightly envious of Seb being so confident to cover his body in such a way without a care of what people might think.
“Turn around,” I whisper, suddenly aching to taste his tongue again, fully aroused by the idea of such a confident, masculine bad-boy - such a powerful and dignified businessman, wanting me the way he does. And as he turns, my hands immediately curl around his neck and pull his head down to my face, allowing me to devour his mouth fervently. And of course, he kisses me back so hungrily that my knees weaken, almost instantly.
“You make me feel good,” he whispers as he pulls away, and a strange sensation overcomes me, one I can only imagine to be a swoon.
“Um… thank you, I think.”
“Your attention on me makes me feel good. Your mouth on me, your fingers, nails… your skin touching mine; it’s all so good.”
I don’t respond as I take in his words, and before I know it, I’m lying on my bed, head on the pillows, wondering how the hell I freaking got here. His lips are on mine immediately and his body hovers over me, his weight on his legs and elbows either side of me.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Lex. Okay?” he says, kissing the swell of my breasts. Disappointment strikes again.
“Why not?” I ask, curiously.
“I don’t want to go there right away with you. I want to savour you. I want to remember every moment of everything we do together until I can finally have you.”
Well - there’s my answer, and I contemplate it for a moment, coming to a conclusion pretty quickly. “Um... no.”
He chuckles slightly as he looks up at my face, deserting my chest. “No?”
“No.” I respond with a shrug of the shoulders, as if he has no say in the matter, which he does not, F.Y.I.
“No,” he repeats.
“No.”
“Why no?”
“Because I think we should have some great sex right now.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh huh.”
“You want me to fuck you tonight?”
“Yep.”
“And what Alexia wants, Alexia gets – right?”
“Exactly that. Right.”
“Wrong.” He responds, nonchalantly, returning his lips to my chest.
I swiftly grab his face in my hands and pull it back up to look at me. “Why wrong?”
“Because you’re not getting what you want with me tonight, Lexie. I’m in control right now and I’m telling you, I’m not going to fuck you.”
He looks at me like he means business and I frown for a moment, knowing I’m pouting but trying to ignore that he can see it. I have a brief think and decide he’s not winning this. I smile sweetly at him before pushing his chest hard until he falls onto his back next to me, and as fast as lightening, I pounce, straddling him perfectly, holding his wrists above his head as I lean down on top of him, my mouth hovering over his.
Our lips touch and I grin, naughtily as I whisper. “You’re wrong. You will fuck me tonight, Seb. You’re going to fuck me harder than you‘ve ever fucked before, I’m going to ride the fuck out of you until you come so fucking hard you’re gonna be seeing stars for a fucking week.”
His eyebrows rise and he laughs heartily below me, his smile gorgeous. “That’s a whole lot of fucking, right there.”
“Too fucking right.”
“Who are you?”
“Ha,” I grin, “this is the me that you never knew existed.”
“You got that right,” he says, adjusting himself beneath me, the feeling of his knuckles touching me through my panties makes me shiver slightly.
“Did I get you a little hard, baby?” I ask with a sexy pout, loving showing him the sexual prowess that so few people get to see. I love it when she comes out to play, especially with someone like Seb, someone so dominant, so inexperienced at dealing with this type of a woman.
“Er… yeah, you definitely did.”
“Aw… I’m sorry, baby, can I do something to make it a little better for you?” I ask as I play with his belt buckle with my fingers, slowly pulling the leather through the metal.
“Er… I… Lex…”
I giggle, I love that I’ve gotten him flustered, it is ever so slightly disappointing that I’ve managed to over-dominate him, but I am absolutely loving his reaction to this and will continue to surprise him for as long as I can. “Not the quiet little pussy cat you thought I’d be, huh?”
He shakes his head, his eyebrows still raised as he lies helplessly beneath me while I release the fastenings of his pants. I rise up onto my knees to tug them down, along with his underpants and when he stirs from his surprised daze, he helps me, pushing them down until he can shake them off his legs himself.
I don’t look immediately at his big-boy… well at least I’m hoping it’s a big-boy. Actually, I don’t really care as long as it’s not small or limp… that just gets awkward, though having felt him pressed against me, I can pretty much amass that he’s not going to be little or limp at the moment.
As he lies back down against the pillow, I lean forward to kiss his lips and as I reach them, slowly lower my hips until I’m sitting directly on him, pushing him into this lower belly, my panties the only thing separating our bare flesh. His warmth is so evident through the lace and he is absolutely, without a doubt, one hundred and fifty per cent rock hard. Rock. Freaking. Hard.
I lick his tongue, seductively before slowly crawling backwards down his body, kissing his colourful chest as I go, gradually nearing the big attraction. I’m excited. Slightly nervous as always - to see a new penis, you never do know what you’re going to find down there when you meet someone new, but I have high hopes for Sebastian Love, and when I come face to face with the appendage in question, I realise I was absolutely right to have such hopes. It’s stunning.
Yes. Sebastian Love has a stunning penis. Some might say beautiful, in fact. I may be high as a kite on alcohol and sexual chemistry right now, but this is definitely one of my favourite looking penises of all time. Thick; not so long you’ll be injuring your sternum but perfectly long enough for maximum pleasure; beautifully shaped and with no strange or unsightly ‘surprises’. This man should be a penis model. No… scrap that – I don’t want anyone else looking at this fine piece. It’s mine. Well, for right now anyway, I’m not calling dibs on it or anything, I just want it for now… oh shut up, Alexia… get with the programme.
My eyes widen with excitement as I lower my head and extend my tongue, so looking forward to my first taste - when I’m interrupted by the man himself, his voice deep and sleepy, “Don’t do that, Lex… you’re drunk. You d
on’t want to do this.”
“Wrong again, Seb.” I say, matter-of-factly, gazing at it again and just as he speaks to reiterate his previous point, I cut him off mid-speech by dropping my mouth over his tip and running my wet tongue around him indulgently, tasting his hot, soft skin.
“Holy fuck…” he moans, spurring me on, and I continue to take him further into my mouth, wetting him fully and running my tongue up the back of his shaft slowly until I reach the top, gently pursing my lips as I lift away. I close my thumb and forefinger around his base, running them up and down as I speak. “You were saying?”
“Ha…” he blurts, lazily, with a sexy smile on his face, his eyes full of arousal and desperation for me to continue. “You… you just do what you need to do.”
I smile broadly, looking directly into his eyes as I lower my face back down to fulfil him entirely, taking all of him in.
CHAPTER THREE
THURSDAY 19TH DECEMBER
Ooh… my head hurts; I think, as something tickles my thighs, stirring me from what must have been an extremely ineffective sleep because I don’t feel like I’ve had any at all. I try to shake off any developing thought to enable me to sink back into sleep – I need more.
Something is still tickling me and just as I’m about to move my hand down to scratch, my heart almost jumps out of my chest and my eyes from my head as very strong, forceful hands grab each of my inner thighs, forcing them apart. Before I can scream or even look down to see what’s attacking me, a hot, wet and most talented mouth is working against me, between my legs… licking, sucking and kissing me like there will be no tomorrow.
I moan out loud in ecstasy and grab the sheets either side of me… I have no idea what in the hell is going on, but I’m overwhelmed by this sexual stimulation and have a very vague recollection of doing some naughty, dirty things quite similar to this very recently, so I’m pretty certain this isn’t an unlawful situation.
“Oh God!” I cry out as he gently sucks on my clitoris, and I hear him chuckle slightly before he moans himself.
“You taste so good…” he says quietly, indulgently – and as he does, I remember who it is and what we’ve been up to. I surprise myself by not being freaked out – I simply lay back and let it happen, feeling the pressure building higher and higher, anticipating the peak that comes before I know it. And as it does, I grab his head in my hands, my torso crunching and my legs curling at his side, silently begging him to continue until the climax ceases.
As I lay panting, eyes closed and body completely still, he crawls up the bed and kisses my mouth before lying beside me, slipping his hand over my stomach to rest on my hip. My eyes remain closed, but I enjoy the warmth of his skin as I feel my body become even heavier, sinking into the mattress as I return to that wonderful dreamy place of a few moments ago.
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The clock on my bedside table says 1:14 and so I figure it must be broken. Damn thing. Maybe it needs new batteries, it has been a while since I’ve been here – but then again, Pam usually notices these things before I arrive. Strange.
I stretch and wonder what time it really is before noticing that I’m still wearing my watch, which is very unlike me; I never wear my watch to bed. Wow, I must have gotten quite drunk last night. I sit up and look outside through the French doors to the left of the fireplace, wondering why both sets of curtains are still open, but revelling in the beautiful view of the heavily snowy day outside, anyway.
When I look down at my watch on my wrist, I’m even more surprised to find out that it really is a quarter past one in the afternoon and I am a lazy, disgusting slob. What on earth? And to disturb me just a little further, my bed sheets begin to move to the right of me, so I slowly turn my head, full of dread, to see exactly what lies beneath those 500 thread-count sheets.
When I see his face, I slap my very own with both hands and close my eyes instantly in the hope that I’m having some hideous nightmare, but alas, when they re-open and I peek through my fingers – he’s still there, breathing heavily on my pillows. I’m not sure what to do, so I just sit, gawping at the man, wondering how the hell to get out of this situation. My eyes soon wander south, to check out whether or not he has pants… or even underpants on.
As my eyes pass his thick neck, I see tattoos… hundreds of tattoos all over his torso, his huge, muscular arms decorated so intricately. I begin to recall seeing this last night… oh God, and being pressed up against them… and liking it! Oh God… I remember his back being quite similar, though I can’t recall his legs, so maybe we didn’t get as far as to remove pants.
I look down at his bottom half, but he’s covered up with the bed linens, though I can definitely see the definition of his legs, so he is certainly not wearing pants. I sigh, internally. I need to check for underwear. I really don’t want to have to focus on that area, searching for an outline of Sebastian Love’s cock and balls, but if I want to have any idea of what happened last night without waking and asking him – I’m going to have to inspect.
It occurs to me later than is really comfortable to admit, that I could just take a peek at my own body to check if I’m wearing anything - but when I do and see that I am as naked as the day I was born, I begin to panic a little and try desperately to see that outline. Is he naked, for God’s sake? Shit, what have I done? Did I have sex with this guy? He’s seen me naked! Naked! Sebastian Love! This is bad. This is so bad. He… ugh, he’s… ugh!
I hold the sheets up against my chest and press my fingers to my lips. My God, what do I do? This is so unlike me… so unprofessional… that bastard got me drunk again! Holy shit, what do I do?
“Hey, Lexie… what’s new?” His voice is deep, sleepy and… and just wrong. I need him to get the fuck out of my bed. I stare at him, unable to speak.
“Ah. I see this is new to you, huh? You don’t remember last night? Or you do and you’re freaking out about it anyway?” I continue to stare, silently, my face showing no expression whatsoever. Or so I thought. “Come on, Lexie… don’t look at me like that, I’m not your enemy here. Last night was… well, it was…”
“Stop right there!” I blurt, holding my hand in front of his face. “Don’t talk to me about last night.”
“What? Why not? What happened to my Lexie from a few hours ago?”
“Your Lexie? Let’s get one thing straight here, Sebastian, I am nobody’s ‘Lexie’, least of all yours. You clearly got me inebriated last night and managed somehow to weaken me into this… this!” I shout, pointing at my naked self under the sheet, shaking my head and dropping my face into my hand.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, amused, “let’s be clear – I didn’t get you drunk last night at all. You managed to get there all by yourself, and as for weakening you into ‘this’, as lovely as ‘this’ actually is to me – I recall that it was, in fact, you that wanted to get… ‘this’.”
“That’s preposterous.” I run my fingers through my untamed hair, attempting to improve my current appearance and show some sophistication if at all possible.
“Well, sweet cheeks, as preposterous as you want to think it is – it’s the truth. I’m disappointed to find you so hostile this morning, last night was incredible and at the time – you seemed to think so, too. I hoped we could accompany each other to breakfast and maybe enjoy a day together.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Sebastian, do be quiet, and while you’re at it – get real.”
He smiles slightly which enrages me, before nodding in defeat. “Okay, Lexie, whatever you say, baby.”
“And do you think you could stop calling me Lexie? To you – I’m Alexia. Not Lexie, or baby, or sweet cheeks.”
“Ma’am.” He says with a curt nod before tossing the sheets back to reveal his lower body, totally to my surprise, before climbing out of my bed and walking across the room to the bathroom, completely naked. Ah shit, we had sex.
I try, and when I say try, I mean I really, really try not to look, but my darn eyes just won’t divert.
His back is covered in tattoos, just as I remembered, and his butt is impressively toned and unexpectedly clear of art. His muscular legs do have tattoos, not totally covering them, but there are a good few. I don’t think I would ever expect any pilot on any private jet I have flown on to look like this under his attire. I’m trying to find it repulsive. Yes, yes, I do. It’s wrong, and unprofessional and… and… just wrong. Again.
As he closes the door to do whatever he needs to do in there, I realise I’m sitting here wasting precious alone time that I could be using to get ready, so I jump out of bed and search desperately for my robe to cover myself before he returns.
I grow increasingly frustrated as my search proves unsuccessful and just as luck would have it, as I’m standing naked in the middle of the room, the bathroom door opens and out he walks, as confident as is possible – still totally naked, making two of us.
I throw one arm over my chest and the other down to cover my lower area and he just stops, staring, totally amused. Why my eyes keep feeling the need to betray me, I’ve no idea, but they’re up to their old tricks, focusing on his bare penis and not a lot else.
“Wow. In the light of day…” I look up to see his eyebrows are raised and he’s gawping at me in a really quite flattering way, clearly appreciating what he sees. But that’s not important. “Your body is even more spectacular, if that’s possible; stunning.”
“Uh huh. Can you stop looking now and get me a robe?”
He walks closer to me, a little too close for comfort, his eyes still exploring my skin, and stops mere inches from me. I close my eyes, hoping that I can pretend this isn’t happening, that naked-Sebastian Love isn’t standing so close to naked-me that I can practically feel his chest hair touching me.
I feel fingertips slipping around my rib cage and over my tattoo gently as he whispers, “I didn’t see this last night, I had no idea. I like it.” He quietly reads the words etched into the delicate skin over my ribs as his fingers caress them, “’She believed she could, so she did’. That’s definitely an appropriate statement for you, Alexia. What a very nice, very sexy surprise.”
