Page 90 of Strings
He lessens the space between us, and pulls me toward him until his chest is against mine. He attempts to look into my eyes, but I can’t meet his gaze. I’m usually so strong. I know what I want and I get it. But right now, I feel weak. If we were fighting, I’d look him square in the eye. But we’re not fighting, and I don’t know how to handlethis. My entire life has been spent trying to hide my feelings and now I’m supposed to let them out? Can I do that? For him? He lifts my chin with his finger and I’m forced to see the way he’s staring at me.
“I truly believe that what you need to feel, more than anything right now, is my lips on yours.” He twirls a piece of my hair in his fingers. I can’t breathe. The way he’s staring at me… Where has all the air gone?
“I also think you need to feel my hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to me.” He trails the back of his fingers along my jaw down my neck to my collar bone as he continues. “You need to feel my body pressed against your naked,perfectskin and more than anything, I think you need to feel me inside you.”
I gasp. Holy fucking fuck. Yes. He knows exactly what I need. Sebastian Corronov is magic. His face is magic, his hands are magic, and most of all, his words are magic. It’s as if he stepped out of a book I haven’t read and into the life I didn’t know I wanted. He lowers his head so that our lips are almost touching and then stops.
“Tell me what you want,” he asks in a whisper, his hot breath on my lips.
“You,” I whisper. “All of it. All of you.”
As soon as he has permission to enter, he wastes no time sliding his tongue into my mouth and lifting me into his arms. Our lips crash against each other as he carries me back to the bedroom and slowly lays me on the bed, covering my body with his. I slide back until my head hits the pillow and he moves with me. Spreading my legs for him, he fits his body against mine in the most delicious spot possible.
The thin material of my shorts allows me to feel the hardness of him against me. I’m so wet from the sexual tension between us that I wonder if he can sense it through his pants.
He moans into my mouth as he rubs his dick against me. I don’t know if it’s because it’s him or because I haven’t had sex in forever, but I feel like I could cum from the perfect feel of him alone.
His glasses slide against my cheek. He takes them off and throws them across the room. I almost laugh, but his tongue slides back into my mouth and it’s not funny anymore. It’s hot. He’s gorgeous and skilled and in this moment, I don’t want to think about anything else but this.
I grip his hair in my hands and thrust my pelvis up against him. He’s fucking me even with his clothes on, and it’s too much to bear.
He kisses my neck as he cups my breast. He pinches my nipple through my t-shirt and we move against each other in perfect rhythm.
Moving my hand down his chest, I find his zipper in between us and touch his length through his pants.
He moans. When I start to unzip him, he sits up and pulls my shirt over my head. I waste no time pulling off his belt. I slide my fingers into his pants, past his boxers, and find him hard as a rock in my hand.
He watches me as I pull him free and pump him over and over. Seeing his eyes burn with desire is a drug, and I need more of it. I slide my body down him and take him into my mouth, sucking him deep. He leans over me to grip the headboard, and he’s doing exactly what he did at the counter. It drives me wild to know he likes it. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor.
He doesn’t let me suck him for long. He lifts me up on the bed, kisses me, and slowly trails his mouth down to the space between my breasts. He teases me perfectly, sucking and kissing every area but my nipples. Avoiding them almost intentionally, he causes my arousal and need for him to touch them to shoot through the roof.
When he finally licks my nipple with his tongue and sucks my breast into his mouth, my breathing picks up speed. It’s exactly what I needed and what I wanted. My back arches as his hand slides down my stomach and into my underwear, finding me.
He touches me like I’m an instrument. I moan as he inserts his fingers inside of me. First one. Then two. Then his thumb plays my clit. I arch my back and he yanks my shorts down my legs. As soon as he removes them, along with my underwear, he stands and finishes taking off his clothes.
“You are absolute perfection. Do you believe me now? Do you see what you do to me?”
“Do you want to know what I want?”
He licks his lips. “Tell me and it’s yours.”
I lean up on my elbow and place my hand in between my legs. “I want you to play me, Bash. Play me like I’m your violin.”
He smiles as he kisses his way from my calf to my inner thigh. “If you were my violin, I would never leave my house.”
I laugh until his tongue dances inside me. Then I gasp and grip the sheets. His fingers strum me as his mouth makes me sing. If I knew that he could play me even better than his violin, I would have offered my body to him a long time ago. I cum over and over again. I shudder with each orgasm and he never stops, bringing me close to a third.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pull him up toward me until I can feel his hardness on my thigh.
He kisses me softly as I trail my hands down his back until they rest on his ass. I pull him in.
“I need a condom,” he whispers.
“Top drawer to your right.”
He reaches over into the drawer and shuffles around for a second. I hear the familiar rip of paper. Except nothing about this is familiar. The way I feel about him. The way he touches me. It’s all new and better than I ever thought it could be. Sex was always just sex; this is more than that and I’ve never been more aware of that fact than in this moment.
He brushes the hair from my eyes and gazes into my soul. The blue of his eyes is the sky and I want to fly in his clouds. I want to see the world and myself the way he does. I need to know everything about him, including the way he makes love.
