Page 50 of Time After Time
He momentarily seemed to struggle with his own breath as his fingers, clutching my bra straps, effortlessly slid it down my arms, tossing it somewhere in the room. “Fuck.” It had become his favourite expression. I didn’t mind, though; the admiration in his eyes made me feel like the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered.
His tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, as if he were parched or perhaps driven by the hint of hunger in his gaze, fixed on my now-erect nipples.
Our eyes locked for a brief moment. But just as I became lost in the depths of his gaze, his focus shifted, tilting downward toward my chest. A shiver coursed through me as his chest rose up and down dramatically, each hurried exhale tinged with desperation as if he teetered on the edge of losing consciousness.
A hushed gasp, barely audible, escaped my lips when his lips descended to my right breast. The temperature of his tonguebrushing against my nipple made time stand still. When I glanced at him, his eyes locked onto mine, studying every shift in my expression. It was as if he took pleasure in unravelling my emotions and expressions, eager to discover those he hadn’t witnessed yet.
His other hand ventured to the left one, dedicating itself to its care. He massaged it, convincing me that my breasts perfectly fit into his palms. His fingers explored and squeezed, causing my hips to arch again.
I had definitely lost control of my own movements.
As my hips arched upward, they seamlessly met his, prompting his lips to release my breast with a deliciously satisfying pop. His eyes travelled downward, fixating on the point where our bodies had briefly connected. With deliberate movements, his hips shifted lower, finding my core and causing me to groan in response. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, securing him in place and pulling him closer to me. The pressure between us intensified, and with each press, I felt him harden even more.
“You already feel like something out of this world.” His words tumbled from his wide-open mouth, interspersed with grunts escaping him as he pressed downward. Our hips swayed in sync, mimicking the rise and fall of waves as we moved together.
“You feel the same.” A gasp escaped me as he ground particularly hard, sending shivers through my entire body, causing my toes to curl and my eyes to close.
“If we continue like this,” he paused, attempting to catch his breath without halting the undulating motion of his hips. “I will come in my underwear.” I couldn’t help but laugh, biting my lip, and he responded with a chuckle before claiming my lips with his.
“And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I whimpered. His eyes sparkled, and his head dipped lower, his shouldertrembling with amusement. “I must admit, I wouldn’t mind seeing that.” My voice had that touch of teasing, but my eyes probably gave away that I was excited about the possibility of it happening. “The thought of you reaching the point of losing it in your underwear sounds like quite the spectacle.”
His gaze remained fixed on mine, and I was sure a sly glimmer flickered in his eyes.
“You know what?” He placed a kiss on the right side of my jaw, near my neck, and nipped at the flesh with his teeth. His lips then found the centre of my chest, where he planted two kisses before letting his tongue trail down, leaving a moist path to my belly button as he sensually explored my skin. “It does sound like quite the spectacle.”
“Shit.” My legs disentangled from Sebastian’s waist as he descended even farther, his hot, hungry mouth lingering just beyond the hem of my pyjama shorts.
“Let’s take these out, uh?” He looked up, catching my dazed expression and the vigorous nodding of my head. Swiftly responding to my confirmation, his hands moved with urgency, and my shorts, along with the rest of my clothes, ended up scattered across the hotel room.
I held my breath, anticipation mounting as I waited for him to remove my panties. Instead, his face stayed close to the region where I craved him the most right now. His nose pressing over my covered core, just above my mound.
“Sebastian?” The sheer material of the lingerie brushed against my skin as his tongue made contact, but I craved his touch without any barriers. I had intended to question him about his intentions, but his wide mouth on my covered core planted kisses that left the fabric even more damp. His saliva seeped through the cloth. “Sebastian, please.” I pleaded, and his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. “Please, please, take it off.”
He shook his head, his mouth still pressed against my core, delivering moist, open kisses.
In seconds, I grasped his intentions: he aimed to bring me to the brink in my panties, and a flush engulfed me as he groaned while pleasuring me, his hips arching far off the bed, as if the mere scrape of his hardness against anything would trigger his undoing.
“Sebastian, gosh.” I tangled my fingers in his hair, surprised by his ability to enjoy the moment without flinching. He savoured me as if I were the most exquisite feast he’d ever tasted, moaning in delight and opening his mouth wide in pure pleasure. His hold tightened as my hips moved uncontrollably. However, when he sensed I was grinding against his face, his hands shifted to my lower back, encouraging me to press harder against him.
Seconds later, his impatient mouth and hand came to a sudden stop. His left hand, having left my lower back, now traced my most intimate curves through my lingerie, while his mouth focused on my mound, indulging in a rhythmic dance of sucking and occasional, gentle bites.
“I’m so close, Seb!” His usual nickname, absent throughout this passionate encounter, caused him to momentarily cease kissing me. He glanced back at me, his eyes glowing even brighter.
My vision swam as a desperate plea slipped from my lips, and I pulled Sebastian closer with my hips and hands. A warm, pleasurable wave spread from my core, filling my entire body.
Sebastian looked undeniably satisfied. His gaze fixed on me as I threw my head back in the throes of my orgasm, letting out a breathy sigh. I murmured his name as I began to descend from those heights of ecstasy, but he showed no mercy, refusing to let me catch my breath. One hand gripped my hips, holding me in place, while his other hand worked to slide my panties down.Before I knew it, his mouth was on me again, and this time, nothing was between us.
“Oh my fucking... holy fuck.”
His eyes stayed glued to the spot where he had indulged, unable to look away from the evidence of his hunger. His mouth remained against my skin, but I could see the glistening remnants of my essence on his nose and chin.
It didn’t take long for the waves of his strokes, licks, and bites to send me spiralling over the edge again. With his hand pressed against my lower stomach, the sensations surged beyond anything I could have imagined. “Gosh,” I gasped, struggling to catch my breath as I fought the urge to say more, focusing instead on my erratic breathing. “Now it’s your turn.” A shy smile spread across my face as I came down from the ecstasy.
Sebastian let out a soft chuckle. “Are you really sure about that?”
My brows furrowed in surprise as he shifted away from the bed, exposing his entire torso. I couldn’t help but be mesmerised, my gaze lingering on his chest for a moment before it drifted down to his black boxers, where a damp spot caught my eye on the lower left side.
Understanding washed over me, and I met his gaze, only to find him already looking back at me. “So, we were both in on it,” he said, his voice low and rumbling with a chuckle. He licked his lips, the intensity of his eyes never wavering.
