Page 29 of Sebastian

“Now, this is what I’m talking about.”

He holds the base of his cock, angling it toward my lips when I come out of the water. The thickness of his sculpted thighs blocks the breeze, allowing me to retain some of my warmth as I lick a line from the start of his fingers to the top of his cock. I doit two more times before his hand threads into my bun, wanting more than just a few licks. I shake it away from my head.

“I’ll blow you how I want. Now move your hand,” I command, and he does it, then paws the air with a roar.

“That’s my tiger.”

I roll my eyes, silently enjoying his good nature, when I latch onto his cock. My lips tighten, and my tongue works the foreskin like a champ. Groans pour out of him, and his hand hovers near my head until he splays his arm along the edge of the hot tub. If he’s cold, sitting exposed and naked in the winter air, there’s no indication of it by the hard, warm cock in my mouth.

His balls are pulled tight, the knitted seam obvious as he either gets his junk waxed or shaves it smooth. I haven’t been with too many hairless guys, but damn if I don’t appreciate it now. I’m going to town on blowing him, snacking on him like candy until he places both hands on my shoulders to stop me.

“Stop, stop. Chloe. Oh fuck.”

He grips his cock, giving it a hard squeeze that has me squirming in pain while his hazel eyes bore into mine.

“I’m about to lose it. Give me a second.”

I retreat into the warm water, watching his jaw clench, and his attention focuses on his cock that is leaking cum. It’s not going down, but it’s pulsing some out, so I’m not sure what’s happening. Either way, I’m proud of making him lose it so quickly.

“Stop wearing that shit-eating grin. I want to come inside you.”

His voice is thick, sounding regretful and almost desperate as he loosens the hand around his cock to stroke it lightly. I smile, licking my lips and looking from his shaft to his face before moving in between his legs.

“Doesn’t have to be either or. It can be both.”

He doesn’t respond. He grabs the condom and rolls it on, deciding for us what will happen next. With the condom securely in place, he slips back into the tub. The water hits mid-thigh as he stands on the steps, extending a hand to me. I follow his lead, slipping my warm palm into his chilly one as I’ve never had hot tub sex before.

“It will be both.”

I join him on the steps, the steam coming off my body as I lose heat quickly.

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes. Now, turnaround, my little Tiger. SomethingsIhave to do to you.”

He doesn’t waste any time turning me around, his hands on my hips as he steps lower into the tub. A thrill runs through me at him taking control. The nickname is cute and fits my personality. I’m used to taking what I want and getting what I need.

Selfish lover is what I’ve been accused of being, but I learned long ago that you have to take care of number one because no one else will do it. How I live my life is the same way that I have sex, and most guys don’t get it. But Sebastian seems to have already deducted that and couldn’t care less. It’s intriguing and a little refreshing.

“Are you going to bend over? Or am I going to have to make you?” he murmurs near my ear, and I love it. The thought of him making me do anything is rather hot. We might have to play that game when we get more condoms. For now, I nuzzle my face against his before sweetly complying.

“I’ll comply. For now.”

I push my ass into his cock as I bend over and grip the rocky edge. His warm palm slides up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake to grab my shoulder. His other hand remains on my hip as I arch my back and ready myself for him.

My pussy is tingling, the anticipation building in my core, and I know it’s not going to take much to cum again. Part of having a new lover is the curious excitement that comes with it. One of my favorite parts is the moment they breach my body and slowly ease in.

“Go slow. You’re big.”

I glance over my shoulder to see his expression. His jaw is set, his eyes are blistering, and he stares at me when pushing that big head inside. He doesn’t verbally acknowledge what I said or if he heard me, but with the deliciously slow pace that his hard shaft is pushing into my pussy, I know he did.

I close my eyes, releasing a shallow breath and relishing the feel of being stretched and filled.A long groan escapes his throat when he bottoms out. The hand at my shoulder skims down my back and slides over my rib cage in search of my clit.

“You’re so fucking tight. Don’t move, or I’m going to burst,” he mumbles when I move against his dick and hand. It’s a delicious combination, one of my favorites. He’s not expecting me to move, which is idiotic.

“Sebastian,” I whine when his hand stops circling my clit, and his fingers dig into my hip to hold me in place. He should have masturbated before he picked me up to avoid this happening. Although that would have been presumptuous of him.

“Come on. Just hold it a little longer.”

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