“You want to do this, baby?” he said, holding out the condom towards me.
He waited for all of two seconds before he gave up trying to get an answer. As if from a long way away, I heard the foil being ripped and the distinctive sound of a condom being tugged up an impressive erection.
“Roll over, baby, I want you from behind.”
When I didn’t move, Sebastian sucked my right nipple until he was guaranteed a reaction.
“Give me a minute,” I grumbled.
But the Chief had waited long enough. He picked me up bodily and tossed me face down on the bed, before hauling me onto my knees so my ass was pointing to the ceiling.
He stroked my cheeks and then I felt his hot tongue between the cleft of my buttocks.
Oh, that was new.
I wiggled, not sure I was liking that. Hmm, okay, maybe.
But then he pulled away and I felt him position himself before sinking into me.
“Fuck, Caro!”
He groaned loudly. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because he’d finally gotten around to fucking me from his favorite position, but he seemed to have less control than usual. He started pounding into me and I could feel him unraveling rapidly. The bed creaked in sympathy, the antique springs urging him on.
Oh, hell, no! Not another orgasm! I forced my face into the pillow and moaned into it. We were racing towards the finish, and I was afraid the bed was going to collapse before I did.
But then Sebastian shuddered into me and stilled, and I gasped out some wordless sounds.
“Oh fuck!” he hissed, pulling out of me roughly.
My body gave way, and I lay splayed on the bed, thoroughly fucked.
And then, through the thin wall that separated us from the owner’s mother, I heard the sound of someone clapping, and her reedy voice called out, “Bravo! Bravo!”
“What the fuck?” said Sebastian, still breathless.
I started to laugh. “I think… I think we just got a round of applause!”
“You’re fucking kidding me!”
I shook my head weakly. “That’s what it sounded like. I guess she was impressed by your performance.”
I heard the bed creak again as Sebastian sat up and called out loudly, “Grazie, signora!”
“Prego!” she replied.
He lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head. When I rolled onto my side to look at him, he seemed very pleased with himself.
“Something making you smile, Hunter?”
“Yeah! I never got a round of applause before.”
“Maybe she was applauding me.”
“Nah, she thinks I’m a stud, I can tell.”
He peeled off the used condom as if to emphasize his words.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have performance anxiety; that can put a man off his stride, so they say.”
He smirked at me, then his smile faded and he looked serious.
“Do you ever think about the first time we were together? You know, when…”
“Sebastian,” I said, softly. “You don’t have to remind me: it’s not something I’m likely to forget.”
“Sorry. It’s just… I thought about it a lot at the time and, seeing you again this past week, well, it’s brought it all back.”
“For me, too.”
He smiled and leaned over to run a long finger down my cheek, before lying back again.