Page 50 of Worth the Heat
“What about good old-fashioned fucking? Where it’s so intense, so passionately violent that I don’t just send you over the edge; I catapult you into a vicious orgasm that makes your legs shake for hours?”
“That one, that one, that one,” I shout. “I choose option three. Please.”
“Good girl,” he growls, and my eyes roll back into my head.
Sebastian’s lips take mine again in a kiss full of intention and promise. His velvet tongue darts into my mouth precisely, circling my tongue before he sucks it back into his mouth. His hand reaches between our bodies to cup my sex, giving the perfect amount of pressure against my clit to send a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. “Can I taste you?”
“God, yes, please,” I moan. It’s been a while since a man went down on me, as Rick claimed he didn’t like it. I don’t think there’s a better way for a woman to have an orgasm, but my man-led orgasms have been lackluster at best.
Sebastian pecks my lips once more before scooting down the bed to peel off my pants, socks, and underwear. “Look at this pretty pink pussy. Do you have any idea how many dreams I’ve had about being camped down here, making you come over andover again? God, Isabella. I’ve wanted you so fucking bad that I almost feel like this isn’t real.”
I reach down to brush a lock of hair that has fallen across his forehead. “It’s real. Now lick my pussy.”
He grins wickedly. “Like I said. Perfect seductress, blooming right in front of me.”
SEBASTIAN
If I were to be asked what my proudest moments were in my life up until this point, I’d have a variety of things about Camila, getting the MC off the ground, and buying my bar.
But watching Isabella trust her own femininity, and lean into it? Besides the birth of my daughter, I’d say Isabella’s confidence ranks right up there. Six months ago, had we had an opportunity to be together, I highly doubt she’d have told me to lick her pussy. But now, she’s confident about her sexuality, and I’m so fucking here for it.
Looking at her beautiful thighs, I want to wear them like earmuffs. I want her to sit on my face and cover me in her desire. I want to be fucking buried with her taste on my lips. And as soon as my tongue touches her core, taking one long lick from bottom to top, I loudly groan as her sweet and salty taste hits my tastebuds. “Fucking delicious.”
Isabella’s hand has made its way into my hair, holding the strands tightly as she maneuvers my head to where she wants it. I try to get my tongue inside her, but she yanks me back to her clit. Wondering if she’s pushing me toward the place that will get her off the fastest, I try an experiment. Slowly circling around her clit, but only barely touching it, she gets restless as she tries to movemy head. As soon as I suck her clit in between my lips, she stops moving.
I back off, hearing her whimper of dismay, and cover a chuckle. Lightly pressing my tongue to her clit and vibrating it against the bundle of nerves, I do another experiment by slipping one finger inside her. Her breath catches as I massage the rough patch of skin I find, and the sound that comes out of Isabella is part moan and part sigh. Adding a second finger, I crook my fingers to press harder against her G-spot, then suck harshly on her clit. She clamps her thighs around my head as her back arches. I feel the walls of her pussy flutter as she comes, and the gush I feel against my chin as I work her through the orgasm is eagerly lapped up.
As soon as her breathing evens out a little, I attack her clit and G-spot simultaneously again, and her cries of pleasure fan the flame of desire currently stewing at the base of my spine. Her second orgasm hits faster, and the walls of her pussy tighten so much I can barely move my fingers.
“Jesus Christ, Sebastian, no more,” she pants, and I appear from between her thighs with a fake pout.
“No fair,” I say dramatically. “I could have easily given you another.”
“Three in a row makes me lose the feeling in my legs, and I prefer not to feel my heartbeat in my vagina,” she says wryly. “I definitely don’t think I could handle any more than that.”
I shrug. “I bet you could.”
Her eyebrows raise as she looks at me while I slide up her body. She asks, “Not that I really want to discuss actual numbers of partners or anything, but exactly how many orgasms have you given in one sitting?”
I think for a moment before answering. “Eight.”
“Eight!” Isabella screeches. “Did she live? Need medical attention? Could she form a coherent sentence afterward?”
I chuckle. “No, but I do think I remember her being basically comatose for a little bit, then making me help change her sheets before I left. Eight is … messy.”
“Messy,” Isabella repeats calmly, but her eyes twinkle and her lips twitch as she fights a smile. “Did she send you an award? I feel like there is a statue somewhere in this house. Best Tongue.”
I sigh. “Really a missed opportunity on her part. When I get you to nine, you’ll give me an award, right? Not an Oscar statuette. It needs to be something tongue-themed.”
“I’ll try to remember if you beat your record.”
“WhenI break my record.”
“If.”
“When.”
“Sebastian!” she whines. “I think my clit would fall off.”
