Page 53 of First Comes Marriage

Her eyes darted to his. “I thought you said we weren’t—”

“We’re not going to fuck, but that doesn’t mean you can’t come. Now pull up that dress and show me what’s mine, wife.”

Holy shit.She should have known Sebastian would be the dirtiest of dirty talkers.

She scrambled to comply, hiking her dress up over her hips and letting her knees fall open, revealing the gusset of her thong. His eyes fixed to the spot, to where she knew the cotton was already damp. Who needed a physical touch when he could look at her like that, when he could make her clit pulse with the power of his gaze alone?

“Show me,” he demanded.

She trailed her fingers down to her panties, hooking her finger over the edge of the fabric, and stopped. With a lick of her lips, she met his eyes again. “You first.”

His eyes blazed as his hand dropped to his belt, undoing the buckle singlehandedly. He held her gaze as he lowered his zipper and reached into his pants, watched her like a dare until she broke the connection to steal a look at the hard cock in his hand.

Good lord.

Sabrina wasn’t generally inclined to describe a cock as beautiful—she made and smashed replicas of the organ for a living, after all—but there was no other word to describe Sebastian in that moment, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of the thickest, most perfectly shaped dick she’d ever seen. He ran his hand up the length of it, a slow pump that highlighted the raised vein along the side, the angry red flare of its tip. And there, at the crown, a shiny silver barbell piercing vertically straight through the tip.

She sucked in a breath and felt more than saw his answering smirk. “You’re pierced.”

He nodded once, another slow pump. This time his thumbskated over the ball on the underside of the piercing. “It’s called an apadravya.”

Like she could remember some long, fancy word for penis jewelry at a time like this. Sebastian Graham had apierced cockand—maybe not tonight, but someday—he was going to fuck her with it. A fresh rush of wetness pooled between her thighs and she ached to know what it would feel like to have him inside her.

Another slow pump. She was mesmerized by his movements. “Your turn, wildflower.”

Right. My turn. Stop staring at his dick. Even if it is staring at me too.

She slid her panties to the side, the cool air on her exposed skin somehow making this whole thing even more erotic.

“Open yourself up for me, baby. Let me see where you want me.”

Using her thumbs, she parted her lips, revealing every inch of herself to his hungry gaze. His cock kicked in his hand, a bead of precum sliding down the tip as he continued his slow strokes.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he purred. “I can see how wet you are from here.” She whimpered, her hips rocking up against air as he examined her. “Are you ready to come, baby?”

“Yes, please, Sebastian,” she groaned, dropping her knees farther apart.

“Show me how you get yourself off.” Her breath caught in her chest and she tore her eyes away from the world’s most perfect cock to meet his challenging stare. He chuckled again, the sound like a spark racing down her spine. “I want to watch my wife play with her pussy. Now be a good girl and show me how you make yourself come.”

Tentatively, she let her index finger ghost over her clit, barely enough to test how stiff and swollen she already was. What she wouldn’t give for it to be his finger, his tongue. Another slow swipe and then she dipped her finger into her wetness, drawingit back up to her clit as she began to stroke in earnest. Small, tight circles that had her wishing she’d thought to pack a bullet vibe, but no, like a fool she’d left her toys at home.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his own hand moving faster over his erection.

“It’s not enough.” She dropped her head back and cursed. She wasn’t going to be able to come like this.

“What do you need?”

“You,” she said on a desperate laugh. But he seemed unamused by this answer. “I usually use a vibrator,” she admitted softly.

He hummed, a dark sound low in his throat that had her nipples furling so tightly they stung. “I’d like to see that.”

She lifted her head to see his face again. “You would?”

Another hum. Christ, this man could get her worked up just with hisnoises.

“I can’t wait to use your toys on you. Get you one that sucks on your clit while I fuck your tight little pussy.” He grunted as his hand moved faster, as though the image were making him as desperate as it was making her. “Get that clit all nice and plump for me, so stiff and sensitive that you’ll hardly be able to take it when I lick you. But you will take it. Won’t you, baby?”

“Yes—oh, God, Sebastian.”

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