Page 55 of One Taste
She gives me a dry laugh and shrugs her shoulder. “Well, you better figure it out or buy stock in Duracell because the only relationship you’ll be in is with your vibrator.”
* * *
His fingers traildown the valley between my breasts and play with the lace at the top of my thong.
His voice is sex incarnate as he stares down at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Do you want me to make your gorgeous pussy come, princess?”
“God, yes, Sebastian,” I mewl. “Please, please make me come.”
He licks up the inside of my thigh and my skin feels ablaze with want and desire. “You know I love it when you beg, sweetheart. How do you want me to make you come?” He flicks my clit. “Do you want my fingers feeling you on the inside?” He drags a finger through my lace-covered slit. “Do you want me to eat you like you’re my last meal?” He slips his finger under my panties. “Or do you want me to pound this pussy so good, you won’t walk for a week?”
My pussy clenches as his words have me dripping with need. God, the man is a fucking sex god. “All of it. I want it all, Sebastian.”
The corner of his mouth tips up into a smirk as he presses his thumb to my aching clit. The sensations have me lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Have you been a good girl, princess?”
I nod fervently. “I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl.”
He grips the lace of my panties and yanks. The sound of the ripping material fillsg the room. Two long fingers slip inside me and it feels like heaven. “Mmm. Yes!”
“You’re so wet, princess,” he says victoriously. “No one makes your pussy feel as good as me.”
He hooks his fingers upward and my back arches. My body strung tight, ready for the pleasure he can provide. “Yes, Sebastian. No one makes me feel this good but you.”
The pace of his fingers slow. “Oh, I know, princess.”
“Please, Sebastian. Please.”
His smile turns sadistic and devilish. “All you have to do is tell me you want me, and this can be yours, again.”
“I want it. I want it.” I chant, but it’s too late.
Bolting up in bed, I try to catch my breath. My chest heaves and my clit throbs.
Holy shit!
That felt so real. Sadly, the real feeling between my legs lets me know it wasn’t.
Fucking Sebastian. Even tormenting me in my dreams.
* * *
Brielle is sippingher coffee at the kitchen table when I enter.
“Good morning,” she smiles triumphantly. “How did you sleep?”
The way she says it lets me know all I need to. “I’m guessing by your tone and smirk you already know the answer to that question.”
She nods excitedly like a child at a candy store. “You know, all the screaming out his name and asking for it gives you the answer you were searching for last night.”
Coffee. I definitely need coffee for this conversation. “What answer is that?” I play the game as I wait for my cup to brew.
She brings the mug to her lips, drawing out the drama, as only Brielle can. “Whether you want him or what he brought out in you?”
“And?” I raise my eyebrows. “What’s the verdict, oh wise Jedi?”
The coffee maker beeps behind me but I wait for her answer before grabbing it. “You want him.”
“How can you be so sure of that, huh?”
