Page 67 of Late Nights & Love Lines
My moan vibrates throughout my body.
I’ve never been so wet, so lubrication isn’t the issue. If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I’d have confirmed that he made me squirt, but instead, I’m ignoring that for the moment. I didn’t even know I could do that, but when it happened, the deep growl in the back of his throat confirmed my suspicion—he loved every moment of it. Right now though, the sheer size of him is new. Nothing this big has ever come close to me.
“You’re so goddamn fucking perfect,” he says through clenched teeth as he attempts to wedge himself deeper.
His body rocks in tiny motions. In and out. In and out until his dick glistens from root to tip.
We’re both mesmerized by the point of contact. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Then his gaze jumps to mine. He’s wild, untamed, and free. I’ve never seen him this way.
“Are you ready?” he snaps. The vein in his neck throbs with each word. He’s straining to hold back, but that’s the last thing I want him to do.
“Yes. I need…”
My words are stolen when he slams into me, then grinds his pelvis into my clit.
He fills me to the point of pain before my pussy pulsates around him and the pain gives way to unimaginable pleasure.
“Perfect,” he hisses. “You’re fucking perfect, and just for me.”
He pulls back before I can respond, and when he slams home this time, he doesn’t stop.
My tits bounce with each thrust. The air is forced from my lungs when he lifts my other leg and holds them both against his chest.
He ruts into me as though he’s claiming me, marking me, and it’s that thought that makes my body seize around him.
I want to be claimed by him. My heart shatters because I can never allow it to happen.
“Fuck,” he roars as my walls contract around him. Shaking away my intrusive thoughts, I wrap my arms and legs around his body like a sex-drugged koala bear.
Shooting stars light up the sky, or maybe that’s my vision, but when he thrusts up while buried to the hilt, everything flashes white-hot and life-altering.
I’m in a full-body tremor that lifts my back from the sand as if I’m experiencing an exorcism. And maybe I am. Maybe Sebastian is exorcising my demons one orgasm at a time.
“I’m going to come,” he groans. “If you don’t want me to come inside of you, say it fucking now.”
My vocal cords don’t work. Instead, I hold his body tightly to mine, clawing at his back and tightening my clasped ankles.
He comes with a chorus of curse words and promises he shouldn’t be making, but I allow them into my heart, and I cling to them, pretending I deserve them—if only for a moment.
When his body stops spasming, he drops with his forearms on either side of my face.
“I don’t know what the fuck just passed between us, but for the love of God, please tell me we’ll do it again.”
He lowers his face and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. I shouldn’t melt when he does that, but I’m too shaken not to. Then he slowly slips out of me. His cum slides down my legs, and he pulls back to watch it with carnal pride on his face.
I’m too scared to ask what it means. After a while, his gaze returns to mine.
“I don’t like to cuddle,” I blurt as I sit up and move quickly to drop my dress back over my head.
He doesn’t get angry. He laughs, then falls down beside me, causing a surprised squeak to escape when he tugs me into his side.
“I literally just said I don’t like to cuddle,” I tell him as he wraps himself around my body.
“But I do, so we’ll compromise like the adults we are. I’ll give you an end time. How long can you handle?”
“How long has it been?” I snip.
