Page 192 of Sebastian's Baby

“I wouldvery muchlike to see it all again, though,” I tell her as I walk over and drop the shirts on the bed next to her.

“Sebastian…” Lita trails off.

Despite the fact that I know she’s trying to tell me we’re not meant to be having sex under these ground rules she has for us, it sounds more like she’s begging me to fuck the shit out of her, and I’m semi-hard already.

“Come on, princess, it’s just sex.”

“Where have I heard that line before?” Lita asks and rolls her eyes. “Oh, yeah, two seconds before you told me you were in love with me.”

“It’s my birthday, though.”

I step closer to her so that there is only an inch of space between us and Lita has to tilt her head up to look at me.

She laughs and points out, “It’s not your birthday; it’s your party, there’s a difference.”

“Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that your birthday starts on your birthday and ends at the end of your party. So, it’s my birthday, and I know exactly what I want for my present.” I reach a hand out and trail a path down the side of her body from her chest to her waist, where I rest my hand on her hip.

“I already gave you a present,” Lita says, but she still hasn’t said no to this, and I think it might actually happen.

“I’m selfish. I want two presents.”

I lower my head and kiss her neck. Her skin is soft and warm against my lips, and her floral scent invades my senses. Her breathing rate increases, and when I look in her eyes, her pupils are dilated. I’ve missed seeing her like this, turned on and ready for me to fuck her into oblivion.

“I gave you two presents. The game and not playing you at pool,” she says in a breathless voice.

“Three presents, then. Four presents. Five hundred presents. However many presents I need to get you into my bed right now.”

Lita frowns at me and asks, “Why now? You haven’t tried this hard to get me to have sex with you for a while.”

I don’t understand how the hell she doesn’t understand why I’m horny as fuck right now.

“God, Lita, do I really need a reason? You walked into my bedroom, topless. Did you really think that would not make me want to fuck the shit out of you?”

“No, I didn’t; I was just being practical.” Lita’s face flushes pink as she says it.

I feel like I should make this very,veryclear for her, so I say, “Okay, well, let me clear things up for you, princess. I want to fuck you every morning, noon, and night. Whenever I’m in a room with you, I want to bend you over and bury myself deep inside you.”

Images of me doing just that come to my mind, and Lita’s eyes widen slightly as she looks at me.

“I don’t do it because sometimes other people are around, but a lot of times, it’s because you’ve made it very clear that you don’t want to be in a relationship with me. Other times, it’s because this whole pregnancy has gone fucking sideways. I know that you don’t think that I have feelings, but I do. I’m devastated and stressed and worried too. So, no, I haven’t been trying very hard to get you into bed because I’m not quite the asshole people think I am. Even I wouldn’t pressure the mother of my child into sex when she’s crying her eyes out over our sick baby.”

It’s the truth. I would never do that to her, and I hope that she doesn’t think that I would. All I care about is her and her wellbeing, both physical and mental.

“But, when you walk into my bedroom half-naked, I will definitely forget all sense of fucking reason and will try very,veryhard to get you into bed with me.”

I have to pant for breath as I stare into her eyes. I’m hard as hell, and she looks up at me with all of the obvious signs of arousal on display for me to see. We look at each other for a few seconds, the air around us full of sexual tension, and I have time to wonder if she’s going to resist this.

Then, she steps forward to close the gap between us as she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her cheek against my chest. I still have one hand on her waist, and I move it up to wrap it around her back with my other arm. She’s so warm and soft in my arms; I’ve missed this feeling so much.

She turns her face up to mine, and I can barely believe that she’s going to do this. I kiss her, and arousal floods through my body as our tongues intertwine. Everything about this moment is perfect, and I love her so much. She was right the night we met that this is better than anything I’ve experienced before, and I will never take this for granted.

I break our kiss, pick up the shirts I dropped on the bed and put them on a chair nearby, then begin to undress. Lita does the same and removes her bra and pants before joining me in the bed. I put my arms around her and kiss her again as I use my hands to touch every part of her body that I can reach. I want to enjoy this because I don’t know when she’ll want to do this again, and it needs to get me through to then.

“Well, since we’re doing this, you might as well get your timer,” Lita laughs. “I really feel like becoming a millionaire today.”

I laugh as well and get off the bed to grab my phone out of my jeans pocket, then get back on the bed. As she makes her way down to my cock, I open the timer on my phone, and she wraps her lips around me.

It’s as glorious as ever, and I watch her through the pleasure she’s giving me, unable to stop myself from groaning, “Fucking hell, Lita. That’s so good.”

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