Page 49 of Worth the Heat
“Oh yeah? And how am I comparing to your dreams?”
“So much fucking better,” he grits through his teeth. “But you have to stop. I’m too close already, and I refuse to come unless I’m inside you.”
He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand up and out, before slamming his lips down on mine. The kiss is passion personified, bordering on violent as he rolls us so I’m on top. I flip my hair to one side, and Sebastian immediately wraps it around his fist. I gasp when he pulls, and his answering smile is wicked. “I can’t wait to fuck your mouth while controlling your head this way.”
Sebastian surprises me by pulling my shirt up, sucking the tip of my breast into his mouth, and laving it with his tongue through the lace of my bra. It’s rough, dirty, but oh so delicious. I gasp as his hand finds my other nipple, tweaking it with his thumb and forefinger, and my hips mindlessly gyrate as I grind on his cock.
“Wanna fuck these tits too,” Sebastian murmurs, almost to himself, as he lets the tip pop out of his mouth. Pushing them together, he sucks the other nipple into his mouth, and I can’t help the breathy moan that leaves my lungs. Sitting up, I pull my shirt off, watching Sebastian’s already dark eyes turn to midnight. I feel more sexual, more confident, than I ever have. Glancing through my lashes at him, I run both hands up to cup my breasts, my thumbs slowly circling the areolas. Sebastian smiles. “My perfect seductress, blooming right in front of me.”
It’s all because of him. I know I’m not ugly. But when yoursisters are more glamorous than you, and your brothers pair off with beautiful women, one by one, it’s hard not to play the comparison game. I’m average, and fairly plain. You won’t find me shopping at high-end boutique stores, or carrying an expensive wallet or purse. I like my comfort. Most guys have rolled their eyes at me when I’ve told them I’m not into makeup or designer things. They assume I’m lying during the honeymoon phase of our relationship. Sebastian is the only man who sees me for who I really am, and doesn’t expect me to change.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” Sebastian’s words are so soft I barely hear him.
“I’m not perfect. No one is,” I answer.
He shakes his head. “You’re perfect for me, and that’s all that matters.”
A smile creeps across my face as my hands dance up my décolletage and around my neck to pick up my hair. “You make me feel like I’m perfect for you.”
His hands have found my hips as he slowly drags me across his hard length. “I’m the lucky man who gets to have you. But just so we’re on the same page, I’d like to know what kind of sex you prefer.”
“What?” I burst out with a laugh. “What kind of question is that? If I have to explain how sex works, Sebastian, I really don’t understand how you have a child.”
He flips us so he’s back on top. “Sex isn’t just one way, Isabella. If you’ve only experienced humdrum sex, than I both love and hate your exes for that.”
“Why love and hate?” I ask.
“I love that they’re so fucking stupid that they didn’t show you how mind-blowing sex can be. And I loathe and despise them because they had you first.” His eyes don’t leave mine as he answers quickly. He always answers me with his eyes on mine. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like his attention wasn’t solelyfocused on me in a conversation. “Now. You have a few options, and we can revisit all of these. This isn’t a multiple choice question where you pick one and that’s how it is forever.”
“Okay,” I say warily. Where is he going with this? I swear if this is his way of asking if I’ll do anal, I’m gonna be really pissed.
“It’s worth mentioning that sometimes I think I can read your thoughts,” Sebastian says with a chuckle. “And while I know you’d like that too, I’m not talking about anal.”
My mouth drops open. “How did you do that?”
His smile is bemused. “You suddenly looked like you wanted to stab me. It was an easy assumption to make.”
I harrumph. “Well, you’re wrong. I’ve tried it before, and I don’t like it, so that’s off the table.”
He tilts his head to the side as he studies me. “Let me guess. The guy barely got you ready, lubed himself up, and slammed into you so fast you couldn’t relax. He probably did some damage not prepping you, too.”
“I couldn’t poop for a week,” I whisper, my eyes closing in humiliation. I’d been really intrigued by anal, and my college boyfriend was game to try it. The pain seared through me so quickly that I didn’t realize when he was done.
“Mi Reina,” Sebastian says softly, his fingers stroking my cheek. “That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Sex of any kind is a two-way street, and know that I’d never enter you before I knew you were ready. If you ever want to try again, I know I can make it a better experience. In fact, I think I’ll make it so good you’ll consistently want me in this gorgeous ass. But until that point, if and when you’re ready for it, anal can be off the table.”
“Okay,” I tell him. “Have I ever told you that I love all the names you call me?”
“Yeah?” He asks, and I nod. “I thought so. I could see it in your eyes. What’s your favorite?”
“Amor,” I answer.
“Well,” he says huskily, leaning down to give me a quick but steamy kiss, “mi Amor, I need to know what kinds of sex you like. Do you like it romantic, where it feels like our souls are so connected that we have an out-of-body experience every time we come together?”
Fucking Christ.
“Or,” he says as he applies light kisses down my neck, then sucks on my pulse point, “would you prefer the sex to be slow? So painstakingly slow that you feel like you’re going to lose your mind if I don’t make you come? Where I keep edging and edging you until you have the most explosive orgasm of your entire life?”
I whimper, my body taut with need and adrenaline.
