He kissed my neck, his warm lips sending ripples of desire through me, then he dipped down, scooping me into his arms, and carried me to the bed.
I lay, looking up at him as he undid his cufflinks, then slowly he unfastened each button on his shirt, never taking his eyes off me.
He shrugged the shirt off and my gentleman became a soldier again, his dog tags glinting in the candlelight, his tattoo a dark shape on his golden skin.
He bent down to untie his shoes and peel off his socks, then he stood up, watching me silently, with wonder on his face.
I sat up and hooked my finger into the waistband of his pants, and pulled him towards me. I held his eyes as I slid the button free and lowered the zipper.
He pushed the material over his hips and threw the black pants onto the chair with his jacket.
As he stood in front of me, I could see the defined muscles of his stomach, diaphragm and chest moving with each breath.
I let my fingers drift over his bare skin and felt a shiver run through him; his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes fluttered closed.
I pushed his briefs down his long legs and he stepped free.
The way he looked at me took my breath away. Desire, need, love and lust: the emotions chased each other across his beautiful face, the candlelight throwing shadows that emphasized the perfect symmetry of his cheekbones.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around his waist, and placed soft kisses across his chest and stomach, before dipping down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his erection. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.
I kissed him again, then reached over to find a condom, tore the packet open and slowly rolled it down the length of his erection. He sat down next to me on the bed and carefully pulled out my hairpins, one by one, until my hair fell down my back and shoulders. Then he tangled his long fingers in my hair, and tipped my head back to kiss my throat.
His hands traveled across my body, and I felt him unhook my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders, before leaning down to kiss my breasts. I stroked his short, soft hair as he continued to run his tongue over and around my nipples, teasing them into rigid points.
I lay back on the bed, my arms stretched above my head, and he hovered over me, his erection probing softly at the entrance to my sex, before he kissed his way down my chest and belly, running his tongue along the edge of my silk panties and rubbing his chin over my mound.
He hooked his fingers under the delicate material and threw the panties somewhere behind him.
He kissed me softly and sweetly, then nuzzled his way back up my body.
I lifted my knees, ready for him, running my hands over his strong forearms and biceps, tracing his tattoo with one finger.
His dog tags jingled softly as they fell onto my chest, and Sebastian’s body loomed over me, his eyes locked on mine.
He pushed inside me slowly and I groaned, feeling his body filling me. I lifted my hips, taking that extra length, and I heard his breath exhale sharply.
He gazed into my eyes, his hands stroking my face, as his hips moved and flexed rhythmically. My body trembled in response and he lowered his face to kiss me deeply, his tongue twining with mine.
He pulled back slightly, nuzzling my throat, and rolling his hips so every part of me felt him inside. I clenched around him and I heard a responding growl deep in his throat.
A quiet moan escaped me and his body recognized the sound, moving one degree faster. I lifted my hips again and I heard the breath hiss through his teeth. I cried out, on the edge of all sensation; then he buried his head in my neck and started thrusting rapidly until he reached his climax, and his body went rigid.
For a moment, his full, crushing weight pinned me to the bed, then, with a soft sigh, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back, one hand resting across my stomach.