Oh, god, another one of his bad comparisons. She couldn’t stop giggling. “Really, Basty, I’m glad you’re not a writer.”
“Ugh, that nickname.” He shuddered and dropped his boxer briefs. “I think it’s the only thing worse than Nugget.”
“Then what should I call you?” She stared at the muscles of his ass as he moved. And his cock, which was erect and bigger than she remembered. Really, she just liked staring at him.
He pretended to consider for a moment. “Stud?”
Another round of giggles swept over her, and his boyish grin told her that he was not serious. But that was just fine. “Then come back to bed, stud.” She patted the mattress next to her. She was having such a wonderful time that she wasn’t even considering being nervous anymore. Her skates were big and bulky on her feet, but she didn’t care. She felt sexy and desirable.
He got down on his hands and knees and prowled toward her on the mattress, then leaned in and gave her another deep, seeking kiss that made her breathless. Her hand automatically stole between her legs, and she was surprised to find herself utterly soaked with arousal. Sebastian lifted his head and glanced down, where her fingers were stroking through her folds. “I’d give anything to be those fingers right now.”
“Yeah?” Her breath was an excited little whisper, and she spread her thighs a bit wider so he could watch her touch herself.
“God, yes. I want to bury my face there and not come up for air, ever.”
His words were turning her on. “What about my breasts?” They ached under her top, her nipples scraping against the fabric as she shifted on the bed.
“Oh, I’d definitely give them some attention, too. Take those sweet nipples in my mouth and just lick them for hours.”
She whimpered, because that sounded so good. Her fingers stroked her clit, and she sucked in a breath at how aroused she was.
He brushed another kiss over her mouth. “Where do you want to be touched, Chelsea?”
She responded by hitching her top up, revealing her breasts.
“Mmm, such pretty breasts.” He began to kiss her again, and one hand cupped one exposed breast. The feel of his warm hand against her skin was shocking, and she gasped against his mouth. His thumb grazed her nipple, and then she whimpered against him, licking at his tongue. “You want my mouth on yours or you want it on your breasts, baby?”
She had to choose? She wanted his mouth everywhere. It didn’t seem fair to have to decide. “You pick,” she panted.
He shook his head slowly, lips grazing over hers. “You’re in charge, Chelsea. My body may be over yours, but you’re calling the shots.”
His acknowledgment of that sent another little thrill through her body. Her fingers slid even more quickly around her clit, circling it and dragging wetness around the small bud. “My breasts,” she murmured. “Put your mouth on them.”
Sebastian began to kiss lower, moving down her throat and to her collarbones, then where her uniform was bunched up over her breasts. He pushed the material a little higher up and then began to kiss the soft slopes of her breasts. Her nipples ached with need and she moaned, arching up against his mouth. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” His tongue dipped out, tracing a line on her skin. “Please taste your skin? Because I am. You’re sweet and soft and like honey in my mouth. I can’t wait until you tell me I can go lower.” His voice was husky and confident, and his talk was making her squirm as much as his mouth was.
And he felt good, but he wasn’t quite where she wanted him to be. It was like he was deliberately avoiding the twin spots of pleasure that were her nipples. “Please lick my nipples, Sebastian.”
“Stud, remember?”
She giggled again. “Please lick my nipples, stud.” Her laughter hissed out of her throat when he bent low and flicked the tip of his tongue over one. It sent a bolt of desire right through her body, and she moaned, her fingers fluttering over her clit. “Oh, god, do that again.”
Sebastian’s tongue circled around one areola, and then he took the tip of her breast into his mouth and gently nipped it with his teeth. The sensation almost made her come off the bed. Her fingers moved away from her clit, her body too sensitive to take both sensations at once. And she wanted him to keep going. No, she needed it. She craved his touch, now that her body was awake and paying attention. “Oh, Sebastian,” she breathed. “You feel amazing.”
His lips teased her nipple, and then he licked it. A moment later, he blew cool air gently over the sensitive peak. “You’re so beautiful, Chelsea. You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you. Of what I’ve imagined every night when you curled up against me in bed.”
She moaned, her mind full of the images he drew with his words. He licked and nibbled at her breasts over and over, until she was whimpering and rocking her hips with every tongue-flick he sent in her direction. Her skates dragged against the bed as she writhed against him.
“Are you still touching yourself?” he asked between flicks of his tongue. “Still playing with that pretty pussy under that flirty little skirt of yours?”
She shook her head, breathless.
“Why not? Too much?” His fingers traced lightly down her stomach. “Or do you want me to do it?”
She whimpered and nodded. Her thighs parted, welcoming him.
“Tell me to touch you, baby.”
“Sebastian, please.” She wriggled against the blankets, pushing her impossibly short skirt up. “I need you to touch my pussy.”
“Yeah? Let me feel how wet you are, baby.” His fingers stroked over her slick folds, and he made a sound of pleasure in his throat. “Look at that. So damn wet. Is all that for me?”
She nodded, clinging to his shoulders.
He slid up against her and moved to take her mouth with his, kissing her once more. As he did, his fingers began to slowly explore her folds. One thick finger dragged up and down her slickness, from core to clit, over and over again, until she was rocking up against his touch, desperate for more.
“You liked it earlier when I touched you, didn’t you?” His dirty words were whispered between light, dipping kisses. “When you sat on my lap and rode my hand, even though everyone was outside waiting for the locker room? You knew they were waiting and you didn’t care. You just wanted to come.”
Dazed, Chelsea held on to him as his slick fingers circled her clit. Her legs were spread wide, her breathing shallow pants. It felt so good. So good, and yet she needed more. She was lost in his touch, in his words, in the world he was creating for her where there was nothing but Sebastian and his fingers, his mouth, his hot skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “And so damn wet. You’re coating my hand with your juices.” His fingers slid up and down her folds, and then he lifted it for her to see, his skin gleaming with her arousal. To her surprise, he traced one wet finger over her mouth. “You’re perfection, Chelsea. Utter perfection.”
And then he leaned in and licked the taste of her off of her mouth.
She moaned again and then his hand went back to her pussy, and he sank a finger deep inside her. She sucked in a breath at the penetration, her body tensing momentarily. But then his thumb went to her clit and he began to rub, and pleasure exploded through her again. She kissed him, making soft little moans of pleasure in her throat as he fingered her.
Telling her soft, dirty things about what he wanted to do to her, Sebastian began to pump his finger in and out of her, his thumb continually rubbing over her clit. She arched against his hand, which only made him work his fingers faster. She was so close. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she threw her head back, eyes closed, teeth sunk into her lip as he worked her. It was taking too long, wasn’t it? She should have already had a tiny orgasm by now, shouldn’t she? Maybe she was still—
And then her legs jerked, and she cried out, and the orgasm crested, blasting through her.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “God, you look so fucking bea
utiful it hurts. I love to watch you come.”
Chelsea clung to Sebastian as she came down, utterly awestruck by the ripples of pleasure flooding through her. Oh, man, she felt good. And it didn’t matter that she had her skates and her uniform on. She’d just had an earth-shattering orgasm with her sexy husband. A contented sigh slipped from her throat.
“Feel good?” he asked, still gently stroking her clit. Aftershocks rippled through her, muscles twitching as she held on to him.
“Feels amazing.” She turned and gave him another long, delicious kiss to let him know how much she’d liked it.
He groaned against her mouth, and his pumping fingers took on a sense of urgency. Sebastian had been all about her, she realized as she stroked a hand down his naked chest. He’d been so fixed on making her come and feel good that she hadn’t done much to return the favor. She’d just laid there like a big roller-derby-uniform-wearing lump.
But now that she was all delicious and boneless, she could return the favor, couldn’t she? Her hand slid down to his cock, and she made a happy little sigh when her fingers wrapped around his length. He was so hot, his skin felt almost scorching against her own. “I like this,” she said, voice low, soft and purring.
His response was another hard, insistent kiss, his fingers thrusting into her pussy.
So she stroked him, her fingers tight. And when he jerked against her hand, she decided to be a tease. She released him and then began to lightly trail her fingers over his cock. They moved delicately over the head, her fingertips circling in the beads of pre-cum on the crown. Then she glided downward, tracing a thick vein on the underside of his cock before lightly grazing his balls. He pushed against her hand, and his kisses became more urgent, his mouth moving to her neck and licking and sucking at the skin there.
And when his thumb started to flick at her clit again, she wasn’t coming down anymore. Instead, her need started to ratchet back up again.
“When am I going to get this inside me?” She dragged her fingers over his length again, then circled the head with her thumb. It grew wet with pre-cum and she moved her thumb to her mouth and then licked it. “Unless you want me to go down on you?”
His hand left her pussy and he gripped her wet hair, holding her against him as he kissed her fiercely. Then, he slid his hips over hers and rocked the length of his cock over her folds. “I can absolutely give you this, baby, but you have to tell me you want it. That we’re not going too fast for you.”
“Not too fast,” she breathed. She lifted her legs and locked her skates together, wheels spinning. “Do that again. Rub against me.”
He adjusted his hands next to her on the bed, and then leaned in and kissed her again, then rocked his length along her sex. The head of his cock pushed against her clit, and she moaned in response.
“Feels so good,” she told him.
“It’ll feel that good inside you, too,” he said, nipping her chin.
She knew it would. Sebastian was nothing if not considerate. He wouldn’t throw her down on the bed and pump a few times into her, then finish without her getting hers first. He’d make sure that she was just as into it, and that she came before he did. That was a rare quality in a man, and she was actually excited to see if she could come again. “Think you can give me another orgasm before you lose control?”
“Absolutely,” he promised, and there was no joking on his face. “I want you squeezing around my cock with your own orgasm when I come inside you.”
She shivered, imagining it. “I want that, too.”
“How are you feeling?” He pressed a few more kisses to her face.
She wiggled under him. “Like I need a big hard cock inside me.”
Sebastian chuckled. “I think I can handle that request.” He sat up and she unlocked her legs from around him, the wheels on her skates spinning again. He got up from the bed and headed over to the bedside table, where the box of condoms lay, then took one out and unwrapped it. She watched him as he put it on, and as he stroked the latex down his shaft her hand went back to her pussy, touching herself again. As he returned to the bed, she lifted a hand, reaching for him. He laced his fingers with hers, then moved on top of her, his hips settling between her thighs. He didn’t push into her, just began to gently kiss her, his cock resting against her pussy. It was both sweetness and tease all at once.
His fingers entwined with hers, gently holding her hand over her head? It was that small touch that nearly undid her. She panted and mewed against his mouth, eager for more, knowing she was safe with him. He had her. He’d never let her suffer. “Sebastian, please.”
“Right here, love,” he told her softly. “I’ve got you.” Then his fingers unlaced from hers and he propped himself up on one arm, his other hand guiding his cock to her core. He rubbed the head of it against her entrance, slicking the condom, and she whimpered again at how good it felt, how much it made her ache and need more. So much more. She wanted him deep inside her, filling her up.
Then he kissed her again and began to press deep, pushing inside her.
Awe filled her, and Chelsea couldn’t breathe. He felt so good, so right. She held her breath as he kept kissing her jaw, her neck, everywhere he could touch her, as if trying to distract her from the incredible sensation of him sinking into her. As if she could be distracted.
When he was in so deep that she could have sworn he was touching her heart, he lifted his head.
And stilled.
“Chelsea?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re crying. Are you okay?” Worry etched his handsome face. “Do you want me to stop?”
She was? She had no idea. Her hand went to wipe her eyes, and she shook her head. “If I’m crying, it’s because it feels so amazing to be with you like this. You’re wonderful, Sebastian. So wonderful.”
He exhaled deeply, face relaxing. “Thank fucking god. For a moment there, I thought I’d hurt you.” He nuzzled her neck again, burying his face against her. “You know we can stop at any time, right? Just because I’m inside you doesn’t mean that we have to keep going—”
Chelsea lifted her skates and locked her legs around his hips, then dug her wheels into his ass. “Keep going,” she demanded. “I want you to.”
“Okay, but if you start sobbing and calling me daddy, I’m out.”
She giggled and sniffed back her tears. “Deal.”
He captured her mouth in another kiss, this one soft, tender, and utterly sweet. His hips moved, and then he was stroking into her.
And she held her breath again, because oh, it felt so good. So right. She clung to him, moaning her pleasure as he began a slow, delicious rhythm, moving in and out and murmuring words of encouragement to her. About how beautiful she was, how good she felt around him, how sexy her uniform was, how he liked the jiggle of her breasts when he thrust inside her. She felt sexy and beautiful, and even though he was on top of her, it felt like she was the center of his world, his universe, and she loved the feeling.
Like she was the one in control despite everything.
Eventually, she started to do more than just lovingly run her hands over his muscles. Her hips lifted to meet his thrust, and his kisses took on a greater intensity. Then, his movements did. Each thrust seemed harder, more intense than the last, until she was crying out with each one, her hands digging into the muscles of his shoulders to brace herself. And god, it felt so good. She reveled in the sensations, lost in pleasure. He could go on endlessly like this and she wouldn’t mind one bit.
But it seemed that Sebastian had other plans. After a rough, ragged thrust, he reached between them and placed his thumb on her clit. When he thrust again, his hand moved, rubbing her just the right way. She cried out, her eyes flying open, and clung to him even harder.
“Right there?” he murmured, thrusting again.
Her whimper of agreement was the only answer she could form.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He thrust hard again, and her entire body tensed, her
mouth falling open. Oh, god, she was going to, she was so close . . .
With his next thrust, a choked cry escaped her and another orgasm ripped through her body.
“Fuck, that’s right, baby,” he whispered as she climaxed. “I can feel you clenching around me. God, you feel so fucking good. Keep coming for me, love.” He paused in his strokes and kept rubbing her clit, and she kept coming. And coming. And it felt like it was tearing her apart at the seams . . . in a good way.
By the time he’d wrung every last shudder out of her, she was limp on the bed, dazed with pleasure. He kissed her again, and her own response was languid. “God, I love how drowsy and well-fucked you look,” he murmured, and thrust hard into her again. “Makes me want to come. Right. Now.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
“Yes,” she breathed, dragging her fingers through the curls of his hair. “Come for me, Sebastian.” And with a wicked grin, she added, “Stud.”
His laugh choked off and his hands tensed, his eyes closing. His next thrust was wildly rocking, and she felt his entire body jerk as he came, giving in to the pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her, pressing more kisses to her neck. “Fuuuck.”
“Yeah.” She sounded so pleased. So utterly sated. She hugged Sebastian’s sweaty body against her. “Okay, so that was pretty amazing.” She patted his shoulder. “You did good.”
He laughed, rolling onto his side and pulling her along with him. “Just good?”
“All right. Let me think up a Sebastian comparison.” She tilted her head and then offered, “You did as well as expected.”
He groaned and nipped her jawline. “Damning me with faint praise, woman.”
“Not really. My expectations were really, really high.” As he continued to press soft kisses to her skin, she sighed with pleasure once more. “Really high.”
“Then I am as pleased as . . .” He thought for a moment. “As . . . a lottery winner.”
Giggles erupted from her throat. “That is quite possibly the worst comparison ever.”
“What? Have you ever seen a sad lottery winner? I don’t think you have.”
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