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He eats me out slowly, thoroughly, until I’m a writhing mess on the bed.
“Sebastián,” I say desperately, but he pulls away.
“Not yet,” he says. I look at him through hazy eyes as he searches through my bedside drawer. He pulls out a condom, lube, and one of my small toys.
“What are you…” I start, but he licks my pussy and my words dissolve.
I’ve almost forgotten about the toy when he slips it inside me. It’s a stumpy, curved vibrator, and it’s still and quiet as he presses it up against my walls. He presses it there, flicking at my clit with his fingers, and my whole body shudders. I think I’m coming for a moment, the pleasure spikes so suddenly, but he’s going too slowly for that.
“Sebastián,” I say again, but, just as before, he ignores my pleas.
His mouth and fingers are off me, just the toy inside me when he turns it on at its lowest setting. It buzzes gently inside me, but I’m so sensitised, even that has my hips moving against the bed. He holds me down with one hand, and when I open my eyes, I see him looking down at me with a dark, wanting look.
“Come on. Please,” I groan. He leans forwards to kiss me. I try to follow his lips, but he sits back after just a moment. “Bastard,” I curse and ignore how his smile liquifies my insides.
He moves the toy inside me slowly. The vibration isn’t enough to get me off, but it keeps me right on the edge, trembling with it. I forget to ask for more, caught in the feeling of having so much and not quite enough.
The pleasure curls my toes, making my thighs shake and my hips move restlessly. My hair is a mess under me as I arch my neck, pulling at the sheets. He leans down again, but this time it’s to run his tongue lightly against my clit.
“Oh God. Oh, fuck,” I pant.
He replaces his tongue with the pad of one finger, rubbing soft and wetly against me as he kisses my hip.
“Please. Please, fuck, please,” I say half-coherently.
“All right. All right,” he soothes, but he removes his fingers, turning off the toy. I’m about to protest, but he kisses the words from my lips, and I can’t help but sink into him.
When he goes back down, it’s to have his touch turn relentless. The toy is suddenly buzzing at its highest setting, his lips pushing and sucking against me. I cry out, moving my hips, not knowing if I want more or if this is suddenly too much, but the pleasure is ruthless. I scratch at the sheets, at his shoulders, as it burns under my skin, so deep and bright I think it’s going to tear me apart until it’s everywhere suddenly, lighting its way through me.
I moan from deep within my chest, gripping at Sebastián. The orgasm rolls on and on, taking me with it, high before crashing into my shaking body.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
Sebastián finally shows some mercy and turns off the toy before removing it. I blink blearily at the ceiling as he crawls up and then I’m closing my eyes again as he kisses me, lips wet with me.
I get lost in the kiss. I lose track of time and of self and when he slips two fingers inside me, it’s just the natural order of things.
“If you don’t fuck me in the next two-point-oh seconds, I’m going to seriously harm you,” I mumble against his lips. He laughs, a brush of air.
I almost don’t let him go as he pulls away to put on the condom. My hands manage to fall away, however, and I watch him roll it onto his hard cock. I want to touch him, but I want him inside me even more.
I kneel up before he can lean down, pushing him into a sitting position with his legs spread in front of him before straddling him. I take a second to kiss him before grasping the base of his cock and sinking down onto him.
Fuck. Fuck, he feels good.
Sebastián makes a choked-off sound when he’s all the way inside me. I shift in his lap, just enjoying the feeling of him filling me for a moment before I start to move. He holds my hips firmly, but I move over him easily, picking up the pace quickly. He feels too good inside me to be patient. All I want is more.
I brace my forearms on his shoulders, fucking myself deeply, bouncing on his cock even as my thighs begin to burn. All other sensations lose meaning compared to him inside me, the pleasure that tightens in my gut.
Sebastián threads his hand through my hair, and I open my eyes. He’s already looking at me with that intense, loving stare. I tip forwards to open my mouth wetly against his.
“Iva,” he says, his hands on my waist tight enough to leave marks, and I want them there. I want him everywhere.
I tilt my head back, the pleasure climbing incessantly, and he buries his face in my neck, biting desperate kisses there. I moan as he pulls me close to him, wrapping his arms around me as if I could sink straight into his skin. I manage to get a hand between us, pressing against my clit as I grind against him, his cock going from deep to deeper inside me. My other arm winds around his neck, and we fold into each other, sweaty skin and hot breath, him and me and nothing else.
I feel the pleasure eating me up. My walls clench around him, and he shudders against me. The feel of his moans against my skin is its own pleasure. He’s squeezing me tight, but I still manage to move my hips, and suddenly, he’s tensing everywhere as he comes. The sound of his hoarse cry, the feel of his twitching cock inside me, has me tipping over the edge too.
I can feel his eyelashes flutter against me. I let go.
