Page 71 of Worth the Heat
“Do you struggle with anxiety?” he asks.
“Occasionally. Arianna has it much more often, but since she married Stone, her anxiety has settled down as well.” I’m not surprised that Arianna struggled with anxiety. Her health history would be hard for anyone. But Stone has given her such peace, and he’s so accepting of her. I’ve seen a new level of contentment in Arianna I could have never imagined for her.
“Will you tell me if you get anxious? So I know?” Sebastian whispers, a raw and uncertain look on his beautiful face. I nod,unable to form words. Just when I think I know everything about this man, he reveals a new layer to me. He is my own orange, the other half of my soul, showing me the deepest parts of him that only I get to see.
“I’m anxious now,” I tell him. I need him to make me see only him. Make me feel surrounded by him.
“You are? How can I help?”
“Make me forget everything but you.”
SEBASTIAN
Make me forget everything but you.
“Done.” Yanking her against me, I crash my lips to hers. I can make her forget the world. The only thing she’ll remember tonight is that she completes my world.
Isabella slides her hands around my neck, up into my hair, clutching the strands tightly between her fingers. The brief twitch of pain is refreshing. It’s keeping me grounded and focused on the gorgeous creature in my lap.
When she sighs against my lips, I take the opportunity to stroke my tongue on hers, circling it and reveling in the velvety softness as her taste overwhelms me. Isabella absentmindedly chewed a piece of gum on the way home from her parents’ house, and a hint of mint still resides in her mouth. The overwhelming flavor of sweet vanilla is there, a flavor I’ve come to realize is how her entire body tastes. Vanilla is so inherently Isabella that I’ll never be able to smell it and think of anyone but her.
As if I could ever think of anyone but my beautiful queen.
Grabbing Isabella’s ass, I grind her down against my engorged cock, feeling her intake of breath as pleasure courses through both of us. The heat from her pussy soaks through every article of clothing, and I’m desperate to get my mouth on her soshe can soak my face.
I break off the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck, finding the buttons on her shirt as I go. I get frustrated when I can’t get the buttons undone with one hand, because I’ve slipped my other hand down her shorts to grab a handful of her luscious ass, so I rip the shirt off. I assume Isabella will be mad, but she surprises me once again.
“That was way hotter than it should be,” she moans. “But you’re replacing it.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want as long as I get these tits in my mouth right fucking now,” I murmur, yanking down the cup of her bra and sealing my lips around her rosy nipple. Isabella clutches my head against her as I suck hard, and she lets out the deepest moan I’ve ever heard. The sound reverberates through the trees, and it makes me wonder if I should move this indoors, but I’m too far gone to care. If any member comes up to me and admits seeing this, they’re booted from the club. They know to steer clear of my home, so if they’re watching, they’ve already broken a rule.
Lavishing the same attention on the other breast, I manage to slide my hand further between Isabella’s thighs to reach her center. She’s positively dripping, and after making my fingers wet, I retreat slightly to press against her untouched hole. Isabella gasps as her body stiffens, but as I swirl my finger gently, she relaxes into me.
“So good,” she mumbles. She tilts her head back as I switch between her nipples, then apply a little more pressure against her ass, pushing the tip of my finger just past the ring of muscle. She’s tight, so damn tight, that once I finally take her ass, I know I’ll come immediately. Just the thought of anal makes pre-cum leak out of my cock, painfully aroused against my boxer briefs, but I’m not whipping him out until Isabella comes.
“You like this, baby?” I whisper, and she nods emphatically. “You like me fingeringyour ass?”
“I do. God, Sebastian, this makes me want you to fuck me there,” she cries out, and bucks against my hand, making my finger slip in to the first knuckle. Another gorgeous moan as I nibble on her nipple, and she rests her forehead against mine.
“I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous. The sounds you’re making, how you can’t stop grinding on me. It’s fucking intoxicating, Isabella. You’re going to come now, with my fingers in your ass, and then you’re going to beg me to fuck you. Then I’ll bury myself so fucking deep inside of you that we won’t be able to tell where you end and I begin.”
“God, yes, please,” she moans. Sucking on her nipple again, tonguing it in torturously slow strokes, I carefully squeeze a second digit into her ass. She groans so deliciously as her body begins to tense, and I push my length up against her clit to hit three erogenous zones at once. “I’m about to come …”
“Soak me,Mami. Let me see that orgasm.”
Isabella’s a vision as she comes, her entire body shuddering as her head thuds against my shoulder. Releasing her nipple with a satisfying pop, I stare down at my beautiful woman, a hint of a smile on her face as she pants.
“Does it make me sound ridiculous to say that I love when you call meMami? It’s incredibly sexy for some reason,” she finally says, making me chuckle.
Carefully sliding my fingers out of her, I reach across the swing for a roll of paper towels. I’ll go inside in a moment to more thoroughly wash my hands, but I want to ask her something first. “I like that you find it sexy. But what’s your favorite name that I call you?”
Isabella ponders this for a minute as her breathing slows. “You asked me once before, and I think I saidamor. But now I want to amend it tomi amor, because calling someone ‘love’ can be pretty basic. But saying ‘my love’ is better. It’s concrete and resolute. It’s about you and me. And I really like that.”
“I do too,mi amor.” I peck her lips quickly, then move her to stretch out on the swing. “I’ll be right back.”
I quickly jog inside to wash my hands, and debate on running upstairs to get a condom, but I don’t want to presume what may happen next. We could sit outside and cuddle, and I’d still be fucking ecstatic. But I don’t get an opportunity to meet her back on the swing, because she silently creeps in behind me, sliding her arms around my waist. “Missed me already?”
“I did. But I had ulterior motives for coming in here,” she says, her voice decidedly husky as she squeezes between me and the counter. I place my hands on either side of her, bracketing her in, and she smiles like it’s exactly what she wanted me to do.
