Page 78 of Finally Forever
I don’t let him ruminate on that. He’ll only confuse himself more. I do what I’ve been longing to do, what I always long to do. I cup the back of his neck, push up on my toes, my naked body sliding against his as I do, and pull him to me for a kiss.
Sex is great with Sebastian. It always has been, but it’s more than that. I love touching his skin, feeling his warmth, being as close as humanly possible to him, and connecting in a way you only can with the person you love. His mind might not remember me, but his body does.
His hard length pulses between our wet bodies as our kiss grows more fervent. My body tingles with desire, ready for him, only him.
His hands skim my skin, exploring every inch of me.
I moan, in heaven, and arch my back, leaning my head against the shower wall and pushing out my chest. Taking the hint, his hands and mouth caress my tender breasts. My nipples ache for his tongue and teeth, and he delivers, devouring each until my legs shake.
He slides his arm around my back, supporting me, and then runs his hands down my stomach to the place where I want him the most. He slips a finger inside me.
“Always so wet for me. I like that, Ainsley,” he whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.
My name on his lips arouses me even more. “I’m ready. I want you,” I say, desperate to have him filling my body.
“Tell me to fuck you.” His lips brush mine. “I love when you say it in that sweet voice.”
I lock eyes with him. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Jesus, Ainsley. You’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect.” He grabs under my knee and lifts my leg, positioning himself at my core, but then stops and groans. “Fuck. I need a condom.”
With lightning speed, he jumps out of the shower, fumbles in the drawer, and returns with a condom in place, ready to go. He hoists me up by my backside, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The tip of his penis teases my entrance, then he pushes inside me with one thrust.
I moan, clenching around him, wanting more. My back meets the cold tile wall and Sebastian pounds into me, each thrust drawing moans that grow louder and louder.
My breath races, my pleasure climbing higher as he works my body, bringing me closer to the point of release. We’re so wet and slippery.
I claw his shoulders, needing more. “Harder.”
He arches a brow, the hint of a smirk on his swollen red lips. “You want harder?”
“I want more of you. I need it.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, really.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes. Always.”
“Don’t resist me. I won’t hurt you.”
This sounds serious. If I weren’t so turned on, I might be alarmed.
He moves me from the wall and supports my weight in his hands where they cup my bottom, my arms locked securely around his neck. He kisses me tenderly, teasing my tongue with his, confusing me. Did he not understand I saidharder?
I’m about to ask when he sits on the marble bench in the shower. Setting me on my feet, he turns me away from him and kisses my backside. His hands massage my cheeks with generous strokes, his thumbs skimming the hole he’s never touched.
I tense even as my heart races with burning desire.
“Relax,” he says. “I’m not going to fuck you there.” He spreads my legs so they’re outside of his and I’m hovering above his lap. “Lower onto me.”
He helps guide me down onto his thick cock until he penetrates me completely. I moan with pleasure, the new angle rubbing a spot inside that feels more sensitive.
“I love the way you respond to me,” he murmurs in my ear and kisses my wet shoulder. “I love the way you feel in my arms. And I love being inside your tight pussy.”
Oh, God. “Keep talking like that and I’ll come just from your words.”
He secures my hands behind his neck. My back is arched, my breasts shoved forward for the taking. His hands are all over me, caressing my nipples, my stomach, and my clit. I writhe against him, panting and craving friction.
As if he knows, he slides forward on the bench, giving himself more leverage, and thrusts his hips to match mine. The deep force at this angle is what I needed.
