Page 36 of Tease Me

He stepped forward and stood barely two inches away. As I studied every aspect of his handsome face, he in turn studied me. We were no longer strangers; it was as if we’d known each other for a lifetime. I reached out to undo the buttons on his vest and he let me. Our breaths fell in time to each button I released.

Free now, I reached into the vest and placed my hands on his chest. The bulging muscles beneath the cotton fabric were everything I’d anticipated.

I glided the vest off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Turning my attention to the shirt, I undid those buttons too, eager to see what new surprises were in store for me. As I undid the last button and peeled the shirt apart, I was not even close to prepared for what I saw.

This was male perfection. Every possible muscle was defined with intricate detail. An artist could not have created a more magnificent specimen.

I eased his shirt off and gasped. Sebastien had his left nipple pierced and dangling beneath the tiny ring was a diamond stud. As I reached up and glided my finger beneath the jewel, I felt his gaze upon me. I’d never been with a man with a body piercing, and I had no idea what I could do with it.

Embarrassed by my naiveté, I stepped back to take in the full picture of the man before me. He reached out and glided the thin straps off my shoulder, first the left, followed by the right. Then, using both hands he guided my teddy down my body, revealing my nakedness with measured control.

My breathing increased as my breasts were exposed. My breaths hit a whole new level when Sebastien leaned over and rolled his tongue around my right nipple. He curled his arm around my back, eased me over and held me there as his tongue and lips savored my hardened buds. To be held in his arms like that was easily one of the most erotic moments of my life.

We stood again, and he returned to my teddy, lowering it over my hips to reveal my sex. He paused, leaning in, and as he inhaled, I drove my fingers through his long hair. His fingers trailed down my legs, drawing the flimsy lace with them until it was off completely.

Sebastien held onto my hand, and warmth crossed between our palms as he stepped back to look at me. I was wearing nothing but my killer stilettos. They were meant to be the first thing I removed. His gaze was intense, his lips slightly parted as if he were about to say something. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took, and the bulge in his pants was unmistakable.

He ran his tongue over his lips. “Oh mon dieu, tu es belle.”

My legs turned to jelly. If he continued talking, I would have an orgasm right there and then. With the silent clock ticking in my head, I knew I had to get this going. As much as I’d rather stay here and do this all night long, I couldn’t.

I stepped toward him and reached for his belt. Without the grace he’d exhibited, I undid it along with his pants button and his zipper and yanked the final pieces of clothing from his body.

It was my turn to step back and inspect the male perfection before me. Sebastien was truly a masterpiece. His cock, protruding from his body and pointing right at me, was the central showpiece, and I wanted that work of art inside me right now.

I reached for his glorious pole, wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and glided my hand over the smooth skin. Sebastien put his arm around me, and the next second the two of us were dancing across the carpet again. Our hips weren’t wedged together this time—that would be impossible with the extra bulge he now had. Instead, we were side by side as we waltzed toward his bed.

With an arm beneath my back, he lowered me to the covers and laid me down with my head on the pillow. I dug my heels into the quilt and raised my hips, showing I was ready to receive my birthday present.

Sebastien kneeled beside me, and I reached for his cock. As I threaded my hand up and down his shaft, he wrapped his hand around my breast and squeezed. His other hand curled down my body and slipped between my legs. I raised my hips higher, spread my thighs apart and he slipped a finger into me, first one, then another.

His cock grew in my hand, and as I continued my own manipulation, I studied every muscle in his torso which now glimmered with a fine sheen, enhancing his already amazing body.

I raised and lowered my hips in time to his thrusts, and with his other hand working its magic on my breast, my insides created their own magic, and I cried out as an orgasm pulsed through me.

Sebastien continued to rub until every last ounce of my lust was finished.

It was sensational. It was freaking mind-blowing.

On his knees, he wriggled around so he was between my legs.

“Wait.” I propped up on my elbows to look down my body at him. “You need a condom. Bring me my bag.”

He glided across the room as if floating on air, and when he bent over to collect my bag from the floor I was treated to a truly magnificent sight. The term ‘buns of steel’ was made for Sebastien De Marco.

The diamond below his nipple caught in the dimmed lights as he walked back to me. When he crawled up from the end of the bed the jewel jiggled and glimmered with his movements. I looked down my body at him, and as he paused between my legs, Sebastien raised up on his knees and made a show of tearing open the condom packet and rolling it onto his rock-hard shaft.

This usually discreet act was now a grand spectacle commanding my attention.

He crawled forward, positioning his narrow hips between my knees, then fell toward me, planting his hands on either side of my breasts so he hovered above me. The bulges in his biceps held him in position.

His hair tumbled around his face, framing him in a dark, messy halo. His nipple ring was right there, and I reached up and tugged on it, but he winced, and I quickly let go.

“Non, non, le faire à nouveau, il est bon.”

I wished I hadn’t touched his piercing and with no idea what he’d said, I rose my hips, showing him I was ready.

“It’s good. Do it again.” He spoke in English this time.

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