Page 35 of Sebastian

“You keep missing the spot.”

Her back rests against the counter, her hair still a knotted mess against the mirror while she watches me eat her out. My tongue flattens on her clit, licking it intensely before blowing warm air across her flesh. Goosebumps appear along her inner thighs, and I nuzzle the velvety soft skin with my face.

“I’m not missing anything, Tiger. You’ll see,” I taunt, grinning at her long enough for her fingernail to slip into one of my dimples. I love that she’s impatient, wanting me as much as I want her. It makes drawing this out more fun. “Now be good and spread those lips for me.”

I remove her hand from my face, place it on her landing strip, and push toward her stomach. When she complies without saying a word, I’m about to swoon. She is just the right combination of sassy and compliant partner I have been looking for.

“Like that?”

Her eyes are so damn blue, it’s mesmerizing the way she’s looking at me when she asks. I could play with her all damn day and never tire. Let’s just hope she feels the same way.

“Exactly like that.”

With her clit exposed, I blow on it again, and she shivers. Her hand falters for a second, but with a touch of mine, she puts it back where I want it. I flatten my tongue again, licking up and down repeatedly, nibbling on the sides of her lips and slowly easing two fingers inside. She is incredibly warm and soft. Her delicate scent is intoxicating, and I dive in to eat her pussy.

Her body jumps and twitches, leaning into or away at different things I do and try, learning what brings the most reaction from her.When I curve my fingers toward the roofof her pussy, she startles, her heel slipping off the edge of the counter and hitting the cabinetry.

“Bingo,” I mutter as she moves her heel back to the edge and moves closer to my face. “Press your thighs into my head.”

I gently inch her lips apart and insert a third finger, which earns me a long moan before I bury my face in her mound. She does exactly what I ask, clenching her thighs tightly against my ears. With one last gaze at her smoldering expression, I close my eyes and eat her the way I fantasized last night when lying in bed.

Precum leaks out of me as she squirms, moans, and tenses several times. I get so lost in the taste of her tangy sweetness, the soft heat of her core, and my fantasy coming to life that I don’t realize her legs have fallen away and that she’s come more than once while I continue sucking on her pulsating pussy.

“No . . . more.”

Her hand pushes my head away from her clit, my fingers still buried deep within. Everything from my nose to my chin is dripping with her juices, and I couldn’t be prouder. She’s glistening from me. Both of us are covered in her cum, and all I want to do is pick her up and slide her on my dick to finish inside her.

“Too much?”

I give her a wicked smile, loving the taste of her, loving her curled up with her pussy shoved in my face. Holy fuck, I’m a damn lucky guy. I’m definitely not fucking this up like I usually do.

“Way too much,” she says, light and airy, still recovering as her pulsing fades away. “But if you want to make good on that promise to make it up to me, I won’t object.”

She flashes me her own wicked smile, and damn if I don’t want to fuck her against every surface in this room.

“This wasn’t enough to earn your forgiveness.”

I wiggle my fingers. They squish loud enough for both of us to hear, and then she pushes a toe into my chest to push me away. I slip my fingers from her pussy, licking each one slow and thoroughly to nail home how much I fucking love eating her pussy.

“Definitely not enough. You’re still in the doghouse.”

She tosses me a hand towel, and I slowly shake my head, letting it fall to the floor. She raises an eyebrow when I stand to shut off the shower water filling the room with warm steam, and grab a condom.

“Don’t ever ask me to wipe off your cum.” Her eyes darken, and I think I hit on something she likes too, so I test the waters by taking it further. “In fact, I’m going to feed it to you while I fuck you.”

“No, you’re not.” She sits up, her back cracking when she does it, which has me laughing. “I’m old. What do you expect?”

She covers for herself, and it doesn’t deter me one bit. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life, and popping bones and achy joints are the results of it. I’d never crack on her about it.

“You’re not old. You’re hot as hell. I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to prove it.”

I rip the condom wrapper open and put it on, making sure it’s a tight fit for what I have in mind. Her legs dangle over the counter’s edge, with her pink-painted toes resting on one of the handles. The robe still hangs from her shoulders, concealing both breasts, and that won’t do at all.

“How are you going to do that?”

She smirks while messing with her hair, trying to get the hair thing out and making it look like more of a rat’s nest than before. When she huffs in frustration but keeps plucking away at it, I help her.

“It’s tangled in there. This was not meant to happen. Why does nothing go right between us? I think the universe doesn’t like us together.”

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