The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy

by Alexandra North

  “Come here. Don’t think!” he again orders me to comply and on wobbly legs I move to meet him midway.

  He is the only man who has ever looked at me the way he does now, with such need. His hunger and raw passion for me is evident in his brooding chocolate eyes and clenched clearly defined jaw. This softens slightly allowing two hollows to emerge bellow his cheekbones, as he sucks in his breath sharply, at my increasing proximity to him. I smile realising that he is not as unaffected by the moment or as calm, as he would like me to think. It makes me feel powerful and more in control.

  We meet somewhere in the centre of the room, our lips crashing together in their desperation to join. His eyes go hooded, smouldering in the darkness as he leans in to kiss me gently - placing a hand lightly on my jaw to cup it and bring me to meet his mouth. He smells of his signature scent Dolce & Gabbana The One - my favourite and I savour it for a second, allowing myself the time to catch my breath, whilst he kisses me softly once, twice. His piercing stare is intense and intimate - the moment so profound, that when he speaks, his deep sexy murmur, rolling over me, I melt into him further.

  “You and me. Finally.”

  We unintentionally bang into the bed as we satisfy our frantic need to be skin on skin; tongues swooping in and out of one another, exploring, sucking, circling, in and out, in and out, our mouths fucking. The sensation is so erotic that I am out of breath within minutes.

  Becoming impatient at the barrier that is my dress, between us, I turn around for him to unzip me. The lightest touch of his index finger, grazing the back of my neck, nearly undoes me and I wiggle to assist him in pushing the fabric down my body - desperate to be free and open for him. It lands in a pool at my feet and he spins me around into his arms, allowing me the leverage to step out of the offending article.

  “You’re perfect Lu. Absolutely stunning.”

  I sigh and preen under the sound of his words, and wish I’d left my high-heels on now as I stand in front of him, the chartreuse green underwear glowing in the duskily lit room, whilst the black lace sexily clings to my smooth tanned body. His eyes never leave me and travel leisurely up and down in waves, assessing every curve before pressing me into his body.

  The last time, we’d been in this position, it had been in bed, we’d both been horizontal and I’d definitely been less self-assured. I’m not sure why but even though everything is screaming that this is probably not a good idea, my body has not quite caught up with my mind and it is crying out that this is sooo right.

  He envelopes my waist with warm, muscled arms, the hairs on them tickling me, as he lifts me off my feet slightly to move me towards the bed. Sliding his palm down my bare arm, he expertly slips it out of one strap then repeats the performance on the other arm. I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck, pressing my breasts to his warm, lightly haired chest and sigh in the overwhelming sensation that our bodies create together. I still can’t believe we are doing this, Seb and I.

  I lean into him for support, and sensing this he places both hands loosely onto either side of my neck to steady me, sliding them up to cradle my face. Our assault on our mouths deepens, as this strong yet sensitive man shows me that he knows exactly how experienced he is. But as his tongue skims my bottom lip, he growls deeply.

  “Let’s slow this down. I want to savour you.”

  Gently stroking a roughly callused thumb against my right earlobe, sending shockwaves of lust straight to my already aching breasts, his sexual whispers continue.

  “God Lucia, you turn me on.” His breath only adds to the shivers of excitement, making waves all over my goose-bumped speckled skin, causing a slickness to form between my thighs.

  He continues a wet trail of licks down my neck, along my collarbone and reaching behind my back, as I arch my breasts upwards, he skillfully unhooks my bra; it drops to the carpet soundlessly, glowing brightly in the dark. The freeing sensation is so erotic and sensual and he immediately takes advantage of the situation, taking both breasts in his palms and lovingly kneading them. His hands are roughened as he slides them up the outside curve of each of them, lightly grazing the delicate skin there and I am pleased - his manly touch is delicious and I am reminded that although I never thought I’d looked at Sebastian in a sexual light, I had spent many a minute regarding his hands at University. Now I knew what they felt like on my body and the reality is even better than I’d hoped.

  Sebastian groans in appreciation, as he bends and takes my already hardened nipple into his mouth. He must feel me watching him at work, as he lifts his lids sexily to show black pools full of desire. He stares right back at me, holding my gaze, willing me not to look away, whilst he suckles, then blows gently; the moment is so intense, I find it hard to breathe and after only a few seconds let my head hang backwards and I close my eyes in defeat.

  “I haven’t been able to get your luscious tits out of my mind since last weekend.”

  The pressure increases with his rhythmic motions and I thrust them into his palms, mouth; the cool air - anything that will graze the sensitive nerve endings there and cause contact.

  I sigh as I relax and allow myself the luxury of concentrating on the immense jolts of pleasure rippling through my taut peaks; my hands now clasped around his waist. I hear him grunt his satisfied content. He knows he has the power; he obviously likes to be in control but suddenly that annoys me and I pull at his head, to draw him back up towards my mouth.

  Clashing our lips together, I put one arm around his back, pushing him against me forcefully as his cock juts against my stomach and in that instant I realise he is not in as much control as he’d like to think.

  With this powerful insight I am energised and use my other hand to slide my fingers down his smooth rib cage, feeling him jerk sensitively with the contact. Continuing across the hard slab of muscle that is his stomach I smile in appreciation - holy crap he’s ripped! Using the tip of my index finger, I gently trace one side of the sexy v-shaped dent that runs from his abdomen to his groin, in bliss. I do love a man with a moneymaker. He really is a magnificent specimen.

  I had seriously not focused enough time on ogling his body over the years.

  I can feel the anticipation growing between my thighs, my bits are swollen and ready and I try to close my thighs to ease the building pressure and can feel the damp heat desperate to escape. This exploration was supposed to be affecting him more than me. I begin to stroke my finger lower and lower desperate to reach my desired end goal. His breath hitches but I continue on my path, drawing tantalisingly down the side of his shaft, amazed at the steely rock hard strength there, encased in luxurious hot velvet.

  I’m enjoying my exploration when somewhere to the right of me, the room lights up and I flinch, as we are lit in an ultraviolet glow and my phone vibrates and bursts full blast into House of Pain’s, Jump Around. I instinctively diminish my sexual immersion of Sebastian and turn to switch it off but my hand is firmly grabbed and clasped tightly behind my back, forcing both aching breasts outwards, demanding attention.

  He leans in and against my lips demands me to, “Leave it!”

  I happily do just that and weaken under his grasp. Sensing my loss of concentration Sebastian takes his opportunity to seize charge again, cupping both hands over my behind and tracing a finger naughtily down the lace strip that creates the thong, before pulling hard. My panties slide down and with his hands he pushes them further to drop to my ankles before tapping my bottom, encouraging me to step out of them.

  We are standing entirely naked, in the dusk of the room, my scars on show and imperfections for him to witness and I don’t care. I feel free.

  Drawing me into his divine physique, cradling me like a porcelain doll, I hear his growl of approval.

  “You and I are always going to struggle with control, but we’ll be fine as long you know that I like things my way,” he groans into my mouth and kisses me softly.

  “Oh and that I’m always right.”
r />   Arrogant…Sexy…Bastard!

  He guides me back towards the bed, placing a strong arm, beneath my back to support me, as I flop down onto the mattress. With his weight on his knee, he climbs onto the cover and carefully lays down on top of me; I immediately feel the difference between our skin as we connect - his all hard and full of muscle, against mine, soft and velveteen.

  The coarse hair on his legs and chest tickle the heightened sensitive parts of my body, which at the moment seem to be everywhere. I am on fire and alive as he cradles me to his body with a definite need so great that I am happy to go with it, as I feel it too. I sense his cock, positioned at my inflamed entrance and lift my hips to angle myself so that he will easily slide into me. I’ve never wanted a man so much, so soon - never needed to be filled so badly.

  “Soon baby. Soon - I’m not finished with you yet,” he commands and breaks free from my grasp, lowering his head to devour my chest. “All in good time.”

  He licks a long wet trail, in swirls around each quivering mound, each areola and suckles on both crests, one after the other. Before blowing over each damp path, caressing my body with an icy breeze. The effect is so sensual I shiver in delight.

  “You like that Lu? I knew you would be this receptive.”

  Watching his crooked smug smile, his tongue flicking out to lick my nipple again, I moan in answer as I’m just too turned on to speak. No words could convey the pleasure I am experiencing.

  He reaches a finger and holding me in his vice-like grip, slips it inside my open mouth and instinctively I suck it; swirling my tongue around the tip, drawing it deeply within my warmth and teasing him as though it were his cock. He watches me, his eyes sparkling like black diamonds, and withdraws his finger, before rubbing the wetness over a nipple, between my cleavage and over the curve of my stomach. It feels so damned sexy.

  I cry out in pleasure, and roll my head back in abandonment, giving in to the immense luxury of a man worshipping my body and then I sense what is about to happen and instinctively try to close my thighs in panic.

  “Easy baby. Let me taste you. Let me be here.”

  I’d never had a man ask me before in such a way that felt both gentlemanly and utterly filthy. Relaxing my hips, I ease myself open to his eyes, mouth and tongue; spread open for him to feast on me - the latter of which now flicks teasingly at the top of my folds. Licking upwards with one long wet trail, he reaches my clit, circling, then washing over it, sending shockwaves all over, pushing side to side and back and forth, applying firmer pressure with each lave. This man knew his way around a pussy.

  “Oh God Seb…astian…”

  I hear my ecstatic reaction ease out of my mouth as I push my hips upwards. I’m still holding a part of me back, as it’s the first time we’ve had sex, let alone oral sex, but as his tongue plunges deep inside me, curling against my inner wall and replicating what his cock would be doing soon, I hoped, I relax and go with it. The amazing sensations were blurring my mind and vision.

  It’s as though Sebastian recognises he’s won and rewards me by thrusting a finger inside me, once, twice, in a pumping motion. Fuck. My bottom makes small rocking swivels back and forth to meet his thrusts. He continues this pumping invasion, and with his tongue rocks round and round, across my most sensitive nub. I’m so close.

  “Tell me what you need?”

  My mind is blank “You.”

  “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to get you off Lu?”

  God I’m turned on and his words are bringing me even closer. “Say it Lu or I’ll stop.”

  “Lick my clit.”

  “More!”

  “Then suck me…fuck me with your fingers.”

  Where had these word come from - I’d never been so vocal but it felt good to be in control and I hear his triumphant groan as he starts to replicate my words.

  “Play with your nipples baby - let me watch you.”

  I raise both hands and cup them, fondling them before rolling my nipples leisurely. It felt amazing, knowing he was turned on viewing my enjoyment of my own touch.

  The hollow bubbles of pleasure begin throbbing and aching deep down in my body, and start to loosen and float upwards, ready to pop in their travels to my release.

  I lick my lips in anticipation; one hand reaching down to cup his stubbled head in an almost primal act, whilst his free hand moves from stroking my inner thigh to lie flat along my lower abdomen. I feel it trace over my scar, flinch automatically and take a breath, the nights alcohol, numbing the pain of previous memories - and as I lift my throbbing pussy to his mouth to finish me off, he growls in victory at my acceptance.

  The waves begin to wash over me, slowly, deep from within, but building with quick succession. Sebastian continues to reward my pulsing core by lapping and suckling me. The wetness of me as he flicks, creates a repetitive slapping sound and I am set alight as the embers begin to leap and burn. The primitive sound only urges me on, until at last the waves of fire become one fireball and I explode, with exquisite juddering peaks of pleasure shattering and popping around me, my heart pumping so fast I can almost hear it, my skin glowing, body on fire. I thrash about, and moan aloud.

  “Oh baby.”

  As my orgasm slows a sensation of complete relaxation engulfs me in the dark and I collapse. Seb allows me a moment to revel in the ecstasy of my climax before I hear him shuffle.

  “I need to be inside you Lu. Now.”

  It is said in almost desperation and I comply by opening for him and hooking my legs around his waist. I am weakened with desire but the twitching ache at the apex of my thighs is still there and I feel desire like nothing I’ve experienced before, to feel his cock inside me.

  I raise my hips to meet him and am so wet his tip enters me immediately. The sensation is delicious. Rocking backwards slightly he enters me fully with such a force, my inner muscles contract instantaneously and he cries out rasping,

  “Fuck Lu, you’re so tight.”

  Our mouths meet passionately, lips bruising each other in their intense invasion. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on. Something I’ve never experienced with another man. The need to experience everything with this man and lay myself bare is a desire I’m not familiar with. He grabs my hands and raises them high above us, entwining our fingers into a tight clamp that he uses to brace himself. Thrusting hard into me with such a force my head bangs against the headboard behind us. I don’t care.

  He slows the moment down and I shout out breathlessly “Please Seb…as…ti…an - don’t stop!”

  I am lost to the powerful strokes of pleasure created by our mating and the pressure building between my legs yet again. I have never come with penetrative sex. In and out, in and out, slow and deep, then faster and faster. The immense connection between us is all consuming.

  “Oh God Baby,” I hear Seb cry out, his broken, husky voice completely undoing me. “I’m going to come.”

  Turned on by my own ability to wrench this climatic release from him, I grab his sexy tight behind and push him deeper into me. Feeling his muscles there, start to clench for longer and his thrusting become even deeper, I arch my back in acceptance. I can sense the moment he caves; then elated at the moment I’m filled by hot gushes of the evidence of his orgasm. He continues to grind against me, as his orgasm comes to an end and I know that at any moment I will shatter around him. With one more thrust, I do exactly that and he crushes me to him, our chests heaving and our bodies ebbing in satisfying sync with one another.

  He smoothes my hair from my face and leans into me, delivering a long and deeply moving kiss. I revel in the weight of him, the warmth of him. He’d certainly delivered me one night of pure pleasure. I’d never experienced anything like it before. It had been life changing. Romantic sexy, dirty, horny, filthy, desperate, wanton, and one of the most momentous nights of her life.

  “You undo me Baby,” he states, looking deep into my eyes. He appears as surprised as I
am at his declaration.

  “Me too,” I agree, whispering the words whilst staring intently into his blackened pools.

  “I told you once wouldn’t be enough though. You’re truly addictive.” Sebastian tells me, grinning into my neck and kissing me there.

  Oh my God this is Seb, my friend and he has just completely rocked my world. We hold each other tightly and slip into a cocooned bliss. My best friend had now become my lover and we were strangers, starting out again.

  I awake to a feeling of uncertainty; I’d fallen asleep the most relaxed and contented I’d felt in a long-time but now reality has dawned on what an incredible and monumental night we had shared. I stretch in delight but immediately am burdened with painful aches appearing – I’ve pulled muscles in places I didn’t even know I had!

  With a sneaky glance over to where Sebastian is hogging the duvet, I see he is still deep in a state of slumber. His face is softened in sleep and appears almost beautiful in its perfection. He looks young and stress free and vulnerable; a side that many didn’t often see, underneath the hard, controlled man. I feel very privileged to glimpse this moment and itch to stroke my hand down his face, his straight fuck off nose, but I don’t, as I need to freshen up in peace, without his presence. I need to think…alone…and in private!

  My mind is completely clogged with the possibility of us after what was undoubtedly the best sex I have ever had, but at the same time, it is managing to cloud my happiness with a big dose of reality. Maybe we should keep this as the one-nighter I’d originally requested? After all he is predominantly more of a one-night stand kind of guy.

  I’m amazed at how bereft I feel at the possibility I would never experience a night like last night again. Maybe never have Sebastian inside me again, although protection needed to be discussed - we’d definitely been careless last night.

  We’d also never got around to talking about Stacey from Manchester or Boobgate, or really discussed Toni I remind myself; I suppose we’d been otherwise occupied. I smile secretly to myself. Perhaps the arrangement that we have, means that discussions like that are out of bounds?