Page 97 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
Sebastian glanced down, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her fall apart.
Stimulated from both inside and out, Emily sobbed softly, her body trembling beneath the rhythm of his hand. Her legs buckled from the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
“Hahh... ahh! I… I can’t—stand—nngh, not anymore...” she cried out, her knees giving out completely.
“Just lean on me. I’ve got you,” Sebastian said roughly.
Sebastian's mouth moved lower, his lips trailing over Emily’s collarbone before finding her breast. His mouth closed around her, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. His tongue flicked over her nipple, slow at first, then faster, teasing it into a tight peak. The sound of his mouth working over her echoed in the quiet room, wet and needy.
Emily’s back arched as heat pulsed through her chest, her fingers tangling in the sheets beneath her.
Sebastian’s mouth left her breast only to move lower. His lips and tongue skimmed down her stomach, leaving a hot, wet path in their wake. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, swirling slowly before moving further, kissing across her soft waist, then sucking the skin there—like he wanted to mark every inch of her.
Then, without warning, he shifted lower.
His hands spread her legs wider as his mouth found the inside of her thigh. He kissed the tender skin once, then again, then sucked hard—drawing another moan from her lips. He didn’t stop there. He kissed her inner thigh over and over again, rough and greedy, as if tasting her skin wasn’t enough.
“It smells like you,” he murmured, his voice husky against her heated skin.
His tongue slid up, slowly, right between the apex of her thighs—right where his fingers had been only moments ago. He licked her like he already knew how much she needed it.
Tremors ran through Emily from head to toe.
“Haa, ah… ngh…” she whimpered, her body shaking under the weight of the pleasure he poured into every touch.
Emily’s hips moved on their own, chasing the overwhelming sensation. She grabbed the sheets tightly, trying not to lose control.
Then his mouth latched onto her swollen bud, sucking it into his mouth, hot and wet. The rhythm of his breathing blended with the slick, sinful sounds of his tongue working her. At the same time, his large, rough hands moved up to her chest, thumbs rubbing slow circles over her sensitive nipples.
“Ah—Hghn…” she cried out, the pleasure overwhelming her.
Her hands flew to his head, fingers burying into his hair as she bucked against him, unable to stop herself. His tongue licked, sucked, and probed without mercy, sending a pulse of heat through her core with every pass. Her throat felt dry, her body trembling with a strange, desperate ache that started low and spread like wildfire.
Sebastian’s tongue focused on her clit, moving faster, rougher, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Then his teeth grazed it, just enough to send a violent jolt through her.
“Ahhhhhh!” Emily nearly screamed, gripping his hair tighter in both hands, pulling hard, her body arching off the bed as if begging him to stop and begging for more all at once.
Every little whimper, every desperate plea made him more aroused. The blindfold over her eyes made the sensations sharper, heavier—like she was falling into a dream where she had no control.
Cries and ragged moans filled the room. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth hung open, breathless and overwhelmed.
“Ngh… ah—!”
The heat inside her exploded violently, pleasure crashing down in waves that stole the air from her lungs. Her toes curled, legs trembling, as her body clamped tightly around his fingers.
Sebastian stayed there, lapping up every drop of her release with the hunger of a man who couldn’t get enough of her. He drank her in like he was starved.
Emily went limp, body shivering, boneless in the aftermath of her climax.
Then he slowly pulled his fingers out and flipped her over onto her stomach with ease.
Her breath hitched. Beneath the black cloth, her eyes widened.
“A-again…?” she whispered, barely able to speak.
Sebastian grabbed her knees and spread her open from behind.
“We haven’t even started yet,” he said darkly, voice full of promise.
