And, to make his point, he picked up my left foot and sucked my big toe, nipping the end playfully.
Why that was so erotic, I couldn’t say, but it made me desperate to feel him inside me. I reached out for him but he leaned away.
“Nope! You’re always saying you want me to go slowly… your wish is my command.”
“But…!”
“Nope – slowly.”
He kissed the front of my foot and ran his tongue up my shin to my knee. He sucked my knee, gazing up at me through his lashes, a wicked gleam in his eye. Just when I thought he’d be moving up to my thigh, he put my foot back on the bed and started again on my right foot.
Why the hell had I ever asked for ‘slow’? This was torture. Slow, delicious, unbelievable torture. Boy, he was a good student.
This time he didn’t stop at my knee, but hooked my leg over his shoulder and kept on going. And going.
My back arched and I gasped as his tongue flicked up to my sweet spot, then circled around and around.
I moaned his name and clutched at his shoulders but he just pressed harder and I felt myself begin to build.
“Sebastian,” I moaned again. “Please!”
I wasn’t even sure what I was pleading for: me, him, us.
Then he started teasing me with his fingers, slowly circling, massaging me inside and out. I didn’t think I could take much more and tried to push his hands away but he was relentless. My body shuddered and he sat up. I glimpsed a satisfied expression on his face between my frantic breaths.
“Slow enough for you?” he muttered, as he continued his kisses up my body, finally reaching my breasts, which he sucked and teased with playful bites.
I pulled my knees up and felt his erection pushing between my thighs, but he didn’t try to enter me. I ran my hand up and down him and he squeezed his eyes shut, momentarily losing his concentration.
“Don’t,” he said.
“But, I…”
“You have to wait, Caro.”
“Why?!”
“You wanted slow: I’m giving you slow.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” I whimpered. “I want fast. Please. Now.”
He arched his back away from me and grinned.
“No. I like slow. Who knew?”
And to make his point, he grabbed both my hands and held them above my head so I couldn’t touch him and he carried on kissing my breasts.
That made me mad: I didn’t like not being able to touch him.
“Let go my hands!”
He ignored me so I bit his neck and pushed against him with my feet.
“Wow, you want to fight me? I like it!”
“Stop teasing me!”
“I thought you wanted slow?”
“No!” I said forcefully, and he laughed.
“What do you want then?”
I shook his hands off me and grabbed hold of his erection, placing it at my entrance. If that wasn’t enough of a clue, I really didn’t know what was!
Thankfully he took the hint and allowed himself to slide into me. I was so turned on it was a relief and pain and pleasure when he was finally inside me. And that’s when his plans to go slow completely unraveled.
“Oh, fuck!” he hissed. “You feel so fucking amazing! Oh, Caro!”
I tilted my hips up and he started to really move: long, hard strokes that rocked the whole bed and sent the headboard banging against the wall.
I clenched around him and that tipped him over the edge. He rammed into me one last time, his muscles rigid, his breath hot and rapid on my neck. He rested his head on my shoulder and gently pulled out of me, collapsing onto his side.
Breathlessly, I inched back down the bed and nestled into him. He wrapped his arm around me and we lay there wordlessly.
Finally, we lay peacefully. My head was on his chest, listening to his heart beating, his breath rising and falling, and the distant sounds of the world outside our window. His fingers drifted rhythmically up and down my back.
I felt so content, I began to fall asleep. Then Sebastian brought me crashing back to the here and now.
“Did David say anything to you when he came home?”
I sighed. I really didn’t want to talk about him.
“Not much.”
“He must have said something.”