“Why are you stopping?” What was going on?
He turned back to me. “I hurt you.” He moved toward me. “I’m sorry, fuck…”
“Isn’t it supposed to hurt the first time?”
He shook his head. “No, it shouldn’t be like that, Leah. Not rough and angry. I’m sorry.” He turned away again as if he was ashamed.
“Then show me what it’s supposed to be like. I want to know, Sebastian.”
“It will still hurt you.”
“I don’t care. I liked you being inside me.”
He stared at me like he didn’t believe me. I stood, feeling a little wobbly. I took my dress and undergarments off, watching his eyes as they took appreciative inventory of my body.
“There’s something the fuck wrong with me.”
“No.” I rushed to him, pressing my hand to his cheek. “Stop fighting yourself Sebastian and take what you want. I’m offering it to you.” I took his hand in mine and set it on my breast. In all the encounters we’d had, foreplay was never a part of it. He’d never touched my breasts even though I was certain he’d wanted to. He’d been trying so hard to keep his distance, he’d reduced our time to simply getting off. I hoped I could change that tonight.
His fingers brushed over my nipple, and it felt delicious. “You’re fucking beautiful, Leah.”
I smiled, as his words washed over me, making me warm.
He looked into my eyes. “I’m a little drunk.”
I shook my head. “Not too drunk.”
He stared at me, and I waited to see which side of him was going to win.
Finally, he took my hand and walked me to his couch. “Lay down.”
As I lay on the couch, he undressed, and my heart sang. I’d seen his dick, and it was spectacular, but I’d never seen his sculpted chest, his strong arms, his entire sexy naked body.
Finally, he stood, with nothing on, his dick sticking straight out. I wanted to sit up and suck it, but decided I’d let him lead. He’d told me to lay down, so I waited as I stretched out on the couch.
“You’re sexy, Sebastian.” I opened my legs. “I’m wet just looking at you.”
His eyes were filled with confusion. “What are you doing to me?”
I smiled. “I was thinking this was about what you’re going to do to me.”
He sat on the edge of the couch. “Are you sure about this, Leah? There’s so many reasons why this shouldn’t happen.”
“But it already has. Technically, I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Fuck.” He looked away for a moment. “I’m going to show you how good it can be, okay? I’ll make that mistake right.”
I smiled pressing my hand to his cheek again. “I trust you, Sebastian.”
He scoffed. “I don’t deserve that.”
“Touch me,” I said wanting to stop his self-flagellation.
He nodded. I’d hoped he’d kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, his hands caressed my arms, then my chest. Finally, his palms rubbed my nipples, the rough abrasion sending a throbbing need to my pussy. I arched, pushing my breasts into his hands.
“You have fantastic tits, Leah.” He bent over, wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking.
“Oh god.” I held his head there, wanting him to keep sucking. “I feel that all the way to my pussy.”
He chuckled. “Then I’m doing it right.” He released one breast and sucked the other as he kneaded the first with his hand.
I reached out to touch his dick, but he pushed my hand away.
“I’m showing you, remember.” He scooted down the couch, pushing my legs apart. “Put this leg on the back of the couch.” He pushed the other, so it was off the couch and my legs were spread wide, exposing my aching, dripping pussy. He leaned toward it and inhaled. “I love the scent of your pussy, Leah. I love the taste of it.” This his mouth was on me, and tiny rockets started exploding in my brain. I writhed as his lips and mouth worked my pussy, driving me mad.
“Not like that…” I gasped.
“Yes, you’ll come just like that.” He sucked my clit, and then I felt something enter my pussy.
“I want your dick—” Oh god whatever he was doing felt so good.
“Soon. First, you’ll come in my mouth. I want to taste your pussy juice.”
I looked down at him, and realized he had his long fingers inside me, fucking me as his mouth did all sorts of delicious things to my clit. Deciding he knew what he was doing, I relaxed and focused on the pleasure that built inside me.
“Oh god… I’m going to come.”
He withdrew his fingers, and his mouth covered my pussy, with his tongue fucking me. The hot softness on my pussy walls sent me soaring. I cried out as a wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“So, fucking good, Leah.” His tongue lapped at my pussy and when he finally lifted his head, I saw his chin and lips were coated with my essence. He licked his lips. “So fucking good.”
He maneuvered so that he was sitting on one knee on the couch, and the foot of his other leg was on the floor. He gripped my hips in his large hands and pulled them down until they rested on his thighs.
“Part two, Leah. You ready?”
“Yes.”
He lay his condom-covered cock over my mound. It was so long, it reached my belly button. He rocked his hips, sliding his dick over my clit and once again, pleasure began to build.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“We can stay like this, Leah. I can take the condom off and come on your belly.”
I shook my head. “I want to come with you inside me. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He moaned. “You’re so tight… I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shifted my hips, trying to get his dick to make contact with my pussy. “Fuck me Sebastian. Just fuck me.”
He continued to rock over my belly and I wondered if he wasn’t going to fuck me after all. But then he shifted back, and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. I pushed down, wanting to feel him inside me.
“Let me do the work, Leah. Let’s take it slow.”
“I want to feel you inside me.” God, I was desperate with it.
“You will, baby. You will.” He pressed forward, and I felt his tip slip inside.
“Oh God, so good… you feel so good Sebastian.”
He made a strangled sound and withdrew, then pressed in again. He continued at this slow tortured pace, each time, sliding in a little bit deeper.
I was whimpering with need.
“I’m hurting you.”
“No.” My head thrashed side to side. “No. I need you, Sebastian. I’m on fire with need.”
He gripped my hips again. “God help me.” He plunged in, and my entire body shot off like a rocket.
I screamed, and my pussy started convulsing madly.
“Holy fuck, Leah.”
My hips bucked. “Fuck me, more, harder… oh God.”
As if shocked out of a trance, Sebastian thrust in and out, faster, harder. It felt like he was touching every inch inside me and the pleasure was beyond anything I could have imagined.
“Yes, yes, yes…” I was coming again, or maybe I was still coming. All I knew is that wave after wave of exquisite pleasure radiated from my pussy to every neuron in my body. I felt like I was lit up from the inside out.
“Oh fuck, Leah.” He growled, as his hips continued to pound at me. “So tight… holy fucking Christ…. I’m coming, Jesus I’m coming.” He slammed into me, holding me there as he ground his hips, and then he did it again, and again. The pleasure went on and on until finally I felt like every muscle in my body had liquified.
He sagged back on his heel and looked down on me. His expression was baffled. As if he didn’t know just what had happened.
Finally, he gave his head a quick shake. “Are you okay?”
I managed a smile. “That was amazing. Oh my god… my pussy is still going.”
“I know.” He slowly slid his d
ick back and forth inside me again. He didn’t feel quite as large as before, but it still created a lot of friction and I felt that coiling of tension build again. His hands reached out and squeezed my nipples as he continued to move in and out of me.
“Oh…” I gasped as pleasure ratcheted up again. “I’m going to come again….”
He released one breast and his fingers pinched and then rubbed my clit, and pleasure burst yet again, racing through my body.
“God, you feel good when you come on me.” His voice was strangled, and I’d expected him to fuck me and come again, so I was surprised when he withdrew.
“What’s wrong?”
“Shouldn’t use the same condom.” He pulled out and removed the condom. He rose and tossed it in the trash. I hated the loss of contact with him. I wanted him to come back and hold me. Wasn’t that what people did afterward?
Instead, he sat on the edge of the couch again, gently massaging my breasts. “You sure you’re okay?”
I nodded. Okay, so I was a little stunned, but fabulously stunned.
“When you go home, you should soak in a hot bath. You’ll probably be sore tomorrow.”
I smirked. “Because you’re so well endowed?”
He smiled. “You’ve seen enough dicks to know that?”
“Only in magazines.”
His brow quirked up. “You get off to naked dick pics, Leah?”
“I work for a company dedicated to sexual pleasure. It was research.”
He laughed. “To be honest, you’d probably be sore with anyone, but I suspect more so with me. I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m not.” I wished he would lay down with me, but I had to admit that Sebastian didn’t seem like a man who cuddled. This was probably about as good as I could expect to get in terms of tenderness. And for now, it was enough. He showed concern for me as his hands gently caressed me.
Even so, I began to realize that sex wasn’t the only thing I wanted from him. I wanted to hold him and soothe his soul. I wanted to care for him and love him. I also realized that I’d set myself up for heartache. Sebastian loved his wife and lost her. Like my father, he’d decided that his future didn’t include love and family. He was determined to keep me away, and when it was all said and done, I was sure he’d break my heart.
9
Sebastian
I wished I knew what had happened to the strong, in-control man I used to be, because this new guy was totally fucking up my life. Tonight was the ten-year anniversary of Valerie and I starting Sensual Delights, and instead of honoring her and what we accomplished, I was fucking my intern.
Clearly, I’d drunk too much, which had to be why when I saw Niall put his hand on Leah’s ass, I saw red. It’s probably why I’d let my frustration and rage get the best of me, and I’d hurt her. I knew she was a virgin, and I knew my dick was larger than most men’s, but instead of taking care, I’d violated her. I felt sick about that.
And yet, there she lay on my couch, with her large round eyes and sweet smile, appearing to feel perfectly content. There was a part of me that wanted to pull her in my arms and hold her, which scared the shit out of me.
Since Valerie’s death, I had a few rules about sex with women, and one was no cuddling. The other was no kissing. And finally, no overnighters. I wasn’t interested in finding love and ever after, so my time with women simply served for sexual release which eliminated the need for the rest.
But something about Leah made me want to hold and protect her. To soothe and honor her. What the fuck was happening to me?
“Are you okay?” her tone slightly amused.
I wanted to tell her no, that I was totally and completely out of my element, but instead I nodded. “yeah, sure.”
She tilted her head to the side. “You’re thinking of your wife?”
Not wanting to talk about the craziness going on in my head, I rose from the couch and headed to my desk, where I kept my booze. “A little. Want a drink?”
She sat up. “Sure.” She looked around for her dress, and while I didn’t want the intimacy, I certainly didn’t want her to get dressed. She was like the most perfect piece of art, and I craved her body again. This is why I nearly always used toys to get my rocks off now. Getting caught up with another person always confused things.
I picked up my shirt as I moved to her and handed it to her.
“Thanks.” She put it on and fuck, she looked so sexy in it my dick started to swell again. I handed her the drink.
“It’s straight scotch. It’s all I have in here.”
She sipped it. “It’s good.”
I gave a small laugh. My wanton, pixie was a scotch drinker. “You sure you’re okay? I’m sorry I was so rough.”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked over her glass at me. “I loved that I made you so desperate. It’s exactly how I was feeling.”
I stared at her, wondering why she was always so upfront with her feelings. How had she made it this far in life without getting taken advantage of and becoming jaded? Then again, I was probably in my thirties when I finally figured that out. The final lesson was from Valerie, when I’d started hinting at perhaps we could have children.
“We’re not that kind of couple, you know that Seb.” She rolled her eyes as if I’d said the dumbest thing. “Don’t get soft on me. We fuck and we make millions. That’s what we do.” Ten minutes later she was out the door on her way to Las Vegas.
“Still, I shouldn’t have done that,” I said to Leah. “You deserve better than that. Better than me.” I wanted to sound righteous, but I thought I came out sounding like I was fishing for compliments.
“Why would you say that? You’re a good person, Sebastian.”
I sat on the other end of the couch to keep from being too close to her sweet scent and soft skin. “Good people don’t fuck their best friend’s daughters or risk losing their company over a good fuck.”
She startled at first, but she needed to know what type of man I was. There was no emotion. No love making. Just plain old fucking.
Then she smiled. “So it was good?”
I gaped at her. That’s what she got from what I said? Not that I only saw this as sex, nothing more, but that I called it a good fuck? “Yes, Leah. It was good.”
She turned back to her drink clearly pleased with herself. “I know what you’re going to say next.”
“You’re a mind reader now?”
She looked at me with those lovely blue eyes. “No. But you’re pretty predictable on some things. You’re going to say it was a nice kid, but we can’t do it again.”
“You’re no kid.”
“But we can’t do it again.”
I stared at her, my brain dueling with itself over the right thing to do. “I want to do it again, more than I want my next breath.”
Her smile widened, and it was the most spectacular thing I’d ever seen.
“But—”
“Ah, there it is. The dreaded but.”
I downed my drink and set it on the coffee table. “When we leave here tonight, it has to be done, Leah.”
Her brow quirked. “When we leave?”
I nodded, wondering if she was catching my meaning.
“So, as long as we’re here…”
I nodded. “Unless you’re too sore.”
She smiled, put her glass down on the table, and removed my shirt. “I’m not too sore.”
I suspected she was sorer than she let on, but apparently, she wanted more of me, and I was powerless in this moment to resist her.
“Lay down,” I instructed her.
“Will you teach me something new?”
“What do you want to learn?” I sat next to her, stroking her fine tits.
She sighed at my touch. “Do you have a favorite position?”
I shrugged. “Any that involve my dick seem to work.”
“How about doggy style?”
I laughed. “You’ve been studying positions?”
She reached out
and gently stroked my throbbing hard cock. “I like to know my options.”
This woman was a constant surprise and delight. She thought and talked about sex exactly the way Valerie and I wanted people to. Not as something dirty and taboo, but as something natural, to be enjoyed and savored, just like fine wine.
“First, let’s see how your pussy is doing.” I shifted, moving between her legs, pushing her thighs open. “You’re wet.”
“I’m always wet around you.”
I lifted my gaze to her, wondering why this sweet lovely woman wasted her time with a middle-age man. My chest constricted when she smiled at me. I was so totally fucked, and I was diving head first into hell. I maneuvered my shoulders between her legs and scooped my hands under her fine ass so I could hold her pussy to my mouth.
I licked her gently, and with care, not wanting to hurt her if she was sore. Her reaction suggested she wasn’t sore.
“Oh God, Sebastian… that’s so good. I love your mouth on me.”
I thrust my tongue inside and swirled it around. Her pussy squeezed it in response. “I’m going to make you come. Give me all your sweet pussy juice.”
“Yes.” Her word came out on a long hiss.
I dove into her pussy, using my tongue and mouth to drive her fast to the edge and then send her flying over. Her hips writhed, and when she came, her sweet juice covered my tongue. I brought her down, and the rose from the couch.
“I’ll be right back.”
She lay with her eyes closed and a sweet, sated smile on her lips. “Okay.”
I went to my desk and grabbed a condom. I watched her watch me as I put it on.
“Do you have to buy gigantic sized condoms?”
I laughed and grabbed a tube of lube. “You do my old ego good.” I moved to her. “Ready?”
She nodded.
I scooped her up and turned her over. “On your hands and knees.”
She complied and looked over her shoulder at me as I got on my knees behind her. Her eyes sparkled with lust. A coy smile hinted at her lips. My dick swelled more at the sight. Then I took in the sweet curve of her ass, and my cock nearly came out of its skin.
I squeezed her ass and then dragged my finger to her pussy, inserting it to make sure she was still wet. She was, but because I feared, she’d be too sore for my cock, so I put some lube on my finger and then rubbed it in her pussy.
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