Forever More

by Rachel De Lune

  “Umm, good morning. That feels amazing.”

  “You have a beautiful body, Izzy. I’ve been watching you sleep but couldn’t help myself. Good morning.” He kisses down my back all the way to the base of my spine. I start to move, shifting my hips and arching into his touch. As Seb registers my approval, he skims his hand down the side of my body to rest on my hip. His fingers grip my flesh and pull me closer to him, closer to his mouth. He replaces his lips with his tongue and slowly draws it up the centre of my spine.

  I groan, heady with desire. He continues the trail with his tongue and it’s erotic, so personal, and I melt, my stomach now sick with need.

  “You like me stroking you like this.” It’s not a question.

  “Yes,” I purr.

  “Good.” He moves down to the base of my spine again, but instead of repeating his tongue torture as I thought he would, he pulls back the duvet.

  “I’m naked.” I squeak my protest and turn to look at him over my shoulder. The burning look in his eyes stops any further fight from me. He moves down the bed and takes my left ankle, pulling it to the corner of the bed so my legs are spread wide. My breathing and excitement level kick up a notch. Wanton desire runs through my veins.

  His tongue runs around the inside of my ankle. He grasps my foot and stops me from wiggling it free. “Stay very still, Izzy,” he commands. He’s taking control, and I love it. It’s what my body craves and clearly responds to. I’m relieved. I worried when he said these days would be for “us,” not as “Isabel and Sebastian,” the formal names he’d insisted we use during our previous games of D/s. I wondered if that meant he wouldn’t dominate me, but the look he just gave me, together with his commands, has vanquished those doubts.

  Soft, slow licks travel tantalisingly up the inside of my leg, getting closer and closer to my sex. I instinctively tense and begin to draw my legs together. Relax, you know it’s going to be amazing. Seb notices. He grabs my thighs and pushes my legs even wider.

  “Don’t deny me, Izzy.” I try to relax and he presses my legs a fraction wider again. “You look delicious and wet.” The anticipation he’s building is painful and I want to press my legs together to relieve the growing ache. “I think you’re a needy girl. Now, do you want my tongue on your pussy, licking and sucking on you until you come on my mouth?” Oh my god. My brain is scrambled. His words ignite a toxic mix of desire and need in my blood. My clit swells, eager to feel Seb’s touch.

  The sensitive flesh of my thigh quivers as his tongue dances a sexy trail upwards. I’m both mortified and desperate all in one. Just as I think he’s going to reach my slick lips, his tongue tickles the inside of my other leg and I moan in frustration. “You’re impatient, I see.” He’s laughing at me. Yes, I am. Please!

  He repeats the trail with his tongue, starting at my ankles, and I zone out to the hypnotic sweep of his tongue on me. I feel how wet I am. Every lick of his tongue registers on my clit. When he reaches the apex of my thighs this time, I’m panting hard.

  “Please, Seb… Please touch me.” I’ve become accustomed to begging. I’m still not ashamed.

  “My pleasure, Izzy.” He pushes a finger inside of me with exquisite slowness, and I nearly come apart. Inch by inch, it slips inside of me while his other hand keeps my leg outspread.

  “I can see your juices coating my finger. It’s running off you, you’re so wet.” My muscles clench at his dirty talk, my orgasm coiling. “I’m enjoying the show, Izzy, but I want more. On your knees for me, head and chest down, arse in the air, legs wide.”

  Huh? I’m thrown off a bit, but I do as he says, all with his finger buried inside me. When I’m in position, he draws his finger out just as slowly as he pushed it in and repeats. Over and over. He doesn’t speed up and it’s enough to drive me crazy. He keeps my orgasm at bay while sending my body into overdrive.

  “Please. Please, Seb, please. I need to come,” I plead with him, but he doesn’t change his tactics. “Seb, more. I want it harder, faster.” I’m grinding my hips back and down onto his finger now, wild with the need to come. He slips another finger into me, which only serves to inflame my desire, but he allows me to fuck his fingers. My inhibitions at being on display to him are long forgotten. “Yes… Oh god, yes.”

  “Fuck, don’t come!” He withdraws his fingers from me.

  “No! No, why?” He pulls me back and thrusts his cock into me before I can say anything else. He pulls me back so I’m almost sitting on him, my legs still wide. He reaches around to pinch my clit and he growls in my ear.

  “I wanted to watch your beautiful pussy weep with desire for me, but you are too impatient.” He thrusts up, hard. “And you fucked my fingers so wantonly.” Thrust. “I want to fuck you into next week.” Thrust. His words are sexy as sin and I’m ready to explode. My orgasm tightens everything inside me. “Come for me, Izzy.” He squeezes my clit between the soft pads of his thumb and forefinger.

  I come apart on his lap as he grinds through his own climax. “I think you may have forgotten your control again. We’ll have to work on that.” I smile at his words, remembering when he first spoke them to me before spanking me over his breakfast bar.

  “I look forward to it.” I sag against him, completely spent. I collapse forwards and crawl off him back up to the pillow. Seb pulls the duvet over me and I want to go back to sleep. Again.

  “I’ll let you sleep for a little bit, but I’d really like to spend some of Christmas with you. And not just in bed.”

  “Okay,” I whisper sleepily as I doze back off to a happy place.

  It must be the middle of the day when I wake. I turn over in bed and stretch out for Seb, only to find the bed empty. I wrap the duvet around my body and venture out into the living space. Across the room, Seb is arranging a small table with plates and cutlery. A trolley is behind him with a number of dishes and plates and two silver cloches. I’m arrested by the view out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the city far below—the same city that bore witness to my punishment when we were last here.

  “You can’t stand there all day, Izzy. Go put some clothes on so we can have lunch. Hurry up before it gets cold.” Seb’s already dressed in jeans and a dark grey t-shirt, stretched across his torso as an invitation for me to stare. He looks up and gives me his sexy smile. I smile back before wrestling the duvet back the way I came.

  I’m in a dream world: Christmas with Seb, the man I’m head over heels in love with, at a hotel where he is showering me with attention. I can’t shake my own grin as I hastily throw my jeans and a jumper on. I re-emerge to find Seb sprawled in a chair at the little table, sipping on something pink and bubbly from a champagne flute. I join him. A full Christmas spread is before us and it’s perfect. He stands and helps me into my chair.

  “How on earth did you get this all arranged?”

  “It’s a hotel, Izzy. I ordered it up.”

  “Yes, but it’s Christmas.”

  “I know. Hence the Christmas dinner.” I’m warmed by the sentiment that we are relaxed enough with each other to have these playful moments.

  “Thank you. It looks wonderful. I didn’t really have any plans for today.”

  “Oh, why not?” He starts on his food, spearing a slice of turkey and a roasted parsnip, topped with cranberry sauce.

  “Well, I hoped that we would spend Christmas together. Jess invited me to spend it with her if not.”

  “What about Phil?” The air holds a silence after his question. Didn’t he believe me when I told him I’d left him?

  “What about him? I’m not living with him anymore. I’ve sent off the papers to petition him for a divorce. Spending Christmas with him was hardly appropriate.” The sass in the answer earns me a disapproving look and I cower a little inside.

  “Will you tell me about it?” I owe it to Seb to be completely honest. Seb has a right to know why I’m getting a divorce, but I can’t help the shame and embarrassment that I’m feeling.

  “Well, after I got home fr
om your flat, I was a mess. I couldn’t sleep and ended up wandering around the rooms of my house… just looking at where I was. This was my house. But it wasn’t a true home anymore. I didn’t want to be there or part of a life that was unhappy. I know leaving was something I should have done a long time ago, before I’d even met you, but I wasn’t strong enough for that. I packed up and left for Jess’s. I hired a solicitor who has filed petition papers, the first step, and told Phil. He accused me of changing—said that I’d never reacted this way before to his little flings, that his behaviour wasn’t a problem before. I realised then how blind I’ve been.” Seb hasn’t looked at me during my little speech, just continued to eat his turkey, which makes it easier for me to continue. “I wanted to tell you how I felt about you, but I also knew that I needed to do this for me. I had to sever things with Phil for my benefit, not just because of what you told me. I think I would have either way. It was long overdue, and certainly something right for me. Jess has been great.” I pick at my food, taking a few mouthfuls.

  We continue eating in relative silence, stealing glances at each other, smiling and giggling a little across the small table. It’s like the first date we never had—charming and sweet.

  “You know, you were an adorable bundle of nerves the first time I saw you, but you can’t deny that the attraction was instant. If it wasn’t for that training course, it’s likely we never would have met again.” His smile is mournful and I feel it, too. There are so many ‘what ifs’. There still are, and we need to get to those. Just not today.

  “Thank you,” I say, suddenly grateful beyond measure for everything Seb has done. “For helping me find my courage. I’m sorry we didn’t start like a normal couple should.”

  “That wasn’t meant to happen for us. We have our own story, okay?” Seb whispers. Tears start to form in my eyes and his hand engulfs mine, drawing my eyes to his.

  “Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re here now.”

  I stare into his eyes. The blue has turned dark, and I know that after both our confessions, he’s feeling like I am—emotional and grateful for reaching this point and in need of cementing our feelings in the best possible way.

  “We need to get out of this hotel room.”

  “Why?” I thought he was going to drag me back to the bed, not suggest we leave. My brows furrow and I give him a look that can’t be mistaken for anything other than disappointment.

  “Because,” he says with a grin, “if we don’t, I’m going to fuck you again, and as good as that is, I want to take you out.”

  “But it’s Christmas.”

  “I don’t care. This is our first Christmas together and I can actually take you out for a change. I intend to do just that. Even if it’s just to walk around for a bit.” He kisses the end of my nose in a very un-Seb-like gesture. “Come.”

  After he wraps me up in his scarf, we head out of the hotel. The weather is pretty un-Christmassy, grey and overcast with a cold bite in the air, and I appreciate the extra layers I dressed in. We don’t talk, just meander about through the streets of Manchester. Seb has a death grip on my hand, something I’ve never felt before, and it does wondrous things to me. I feel bright and happy—contented.

  There are few other people out. All the shops are closed but it doesn’t deter Seb. He guides us slowly about and I relax next to him, silently enjoying his lead. We travel up one long road from the hotel before veering off and walking a little further. I hope Seb knows where he’s going, as I have no idea and my sense of direction is poor, even if we have been going in a relatively straight line.

  We enter a small garden area with Christmas lights twinkling in the gloom. A mix of old and new buildings surround it. The red brick buildings and modern glass and concrete play against the lush green of the grass. I spy another couple walking through holding hands and wonder about them. Are they in love? Do they have a secret that only they know about? It makes me smile, and I look up at Seb.

  “What is it, Izzy?”

  “Oh, nothing. I’m happy, that’s all.” He leans down to kiss me, sure lips guiding me and coaxing me into the kiss. Goose bumps travel up my neck and I run my hands through his hair to pull him closer.

  “Hmmm. You’re going to have to get better at that—telling me what you’re thinking. Come on. Let’s head back. I don’t want you to get cold.”

  “Okay, lead the way.”

  We wander out of the park and take a different path back to the hotel. We pass more shops, closed for Christmas. The windows look sad with the lights off, nothing sparkling or moving in the displays. After a few twists and turns, we arrive in a small square dominated by a brick church. Its strong lines and brickwork are beautifully set against arched windows. It’s beautiful—old and new at once.

  “Did you get married in a church, Izzy?” Seb’s question interrupts my appreciation of the building.

  “No, why?” He doesn’t respond, but pulls me gently forward, clearly wanting to move us along.

  “Well, it’s a lovely church,” he murmurs as we leave the area, following a few small streets this way and that. His question has me thinking, though. Perhaps it’s just trying to know me more. Having talked about divorce earlier and ending up in front of a church makes for a logical explanation, surely.

  I’m sure we must be close to the hotel. My hands are now small blocks of ice, despite being thrust into my pocket or wrapped in Seb’s hand. I think we’re about to turn the corner to it, but instead, we appear in front of another impressive building. It’s not a church this time, but a gothic building dominating all of the others with its majesty. The complete mix in architecture on our short walk has surprised me—the old and the new, modern with traditional. Will Seb have to be here for long? I push the thought away and focus on what I want. Warm and comfy. “Are we nearly back yet?” I sound like a whiney child and I don’t care. “Nearly, Izzy, nearly. Come on.” He’s laughing at me again.

  “When will you be back in Bath? How long is your job going to keep you in Manchester?” Seb and I are back in his room, spread out on the sofa, curled up and drinking wine. You could call it a perfect end to a wonderful Christmas Day, but I can’t keep the dark from creeping into my mind.

  “I’m due to be here until the end of January, so a few weeks.” My heart sinks at the daunting stretch of time. We were only apart a few days and I went mad with loneliness.

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll work something out. I don’t want to be away from you for the next four weeks.” He smiles down at me and squeezes my hand.

  “Can you do that? I mean, you have a job.”

  “Yes, and I’ll work something out. Don’t worry. It’s not going to be tomorrow, but I won’t be away for long.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, though. There are definitely some benefits to being away from you as well.” He’s casually wrapped his legs around each of mine, securing me to him on the sofa. “Yes, I’m going to give you some instructions that I’d very much like you to follow. I know how good you can be at doing what you’re told.” My heartbeat spikes and I’m definitely interested in what he wants me to do. He nips at my ear, licking the outer shell while pushing his now hard cock into my lower back. “Have you finished your wine, Izzy?” Wine? Oh!

  “Um, yes…” I place my nearly empty glass on the sofa table.

  “Good. I want you in my bed. Now. Go.” He sits me up and smacks my bum, encouraging me. “One more evening together, sweetheart. I intend to make it count and ensure you can still feel me in you for the next week. I want you naked on the bed when I come in. Do you understand?” I’m frozen at the door to the bedroom, listening to his rich voice enticing me.

  “Yes.” His mention of only having one night left sours my mood, but I shove it aside. I won’t let that ruin what time we have left. He’s already got me desperate for him. His words alone are the best aphrodisiac.

  “Good girl.”

  I wake
up and stretch. My deep slumber hasn’t repaired my achy muscles, but stretching them out certainly makes me feel better. Seb promised that I’d be feeling him for a week, and I’m sure I will. Right now, though, I want to cuddle up to him, and as I have the opportunity, that’s exactly what I do. I curl up to him and weave my leg over his hip and between his, securing me as close to him as I can get.

  “If you keep moving like that next to me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” His usually rich voice is tainted with gravel this morning.

  “Good morning.”

  “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you going to behave?” Am I going to behave? Something inside of me doesn’t want to. Perhaps it’s the contented feeling that Seb’s brought out in me, the feeling of being safe and happy in his arms, but suddenly I don’t want to be quite so innocent and submissive. I want to be naughty.

  “Well, it depends on your definition of behaving.” I trail my fingers across his chest and down his stomach, stopping perilously close to his cock.

  “Izzy…”

  “Shh, let me please you. I want this.” I climb onto him and start kissing and licking his chest. I’ve got one goal in mind. Until he can come home, I want him to remember the feeling of my mouth wrapped around his cock. I pump his thickening cock in my hand before gently kissing the tip. I open my lips around the head and slowly tease him, dipping him inside my mouth and pulling out only a fraction of the way. He’s hot and hard, and as I taste him a surge of determination spurs me to make him feel me the way I want him to. I’m desperate to ingrain the feeling of my mouth on him. I tongue the underside and lick around and around.

  His hips flex. He wants more. Give him more, Izzy. Show him how badly you missed him.

  I settle back on my heels and open my mouth wide for him. I take him as far to the back of my throat as I can, and then pull up, slurping as I do. I ignore my inhibitions and suck harder, longer. I adjust to the encroaching feel of him in my mouth, taking him a little deeper each time. His groans are the encouragement I need to continue with added vigour. I release the base of his cock and see if I can suck him to the back of my throat. I inch him down but feel my muscles tightening at the intrusion and swallow to try to relax past my urge to gag.