I pushed my hips back towards him and his whole body convulsed.
I could tell he was trying to control himself, to move slowly, but his body was winning the battle over his mind. I wasn’t even trying for control. I wanted all of him. Now.
I ground back against him again and Sebastian lost it completely, gripping my hips with both hands and pounding into me. The bedsprings squeaked loudly with every thrust. A breathless giggle escaped me: it couldn’t have been more obvious what we were doing if there had been a neon sign over his door saying, ‘sex in progress: do not enter’. Although I was rather enjoying the entering. And exiting. And entering.
His hand moved to my sweet spot the way I’d shown him before, and, at that point, I lost all cogent thought as exquisite and uncontrollable sensation lanced through me. He’d gotten so good at finding my weak spots: mentally and physically. He was a hell of a fine student. I let my elbows fold, taking our combined weight on my forearms, so I could sink my face into his pillow, attempting to muffle my increasingly loud moans. Between us, we were making enough noise to wake the dead – luckily not enough to wake Estelle.
I felt Sebastian shudder into me with one last, powerful thrust: he gasped, biting back a mangled sound that could have been my name.
We sank down and lay full length on his narrow bed together. After a moment, he shifted onto his side and pulled me with him so my back was half-resting on his chest.
“That was… fuck, Caro! I didn’t know…”
He paused.
“Didn’t know what, tesoro?” I asked, still breathless.
“Nothing.”
He sounded embarrassed.
“Go on. I’m curious now.” I stopped and shook my head. “Sorry… I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
“Doing what?”
“Forcing you to speak when you don’t want to. Sorry.”
“Fuck! Don’t be sorry, Caro. I was just… okay, but don’t get mad at me. I just didn’t know girls really liked it like that.”
For a moment I was taken aback and then I started to laugh. “What? You thought only porn stars liked it from behind… doggy style?”
“Well, yeah!” he sounded rather shocked.
I turned around awkwardly in the narrow bed so I could look at him. I stroked his face, but I couldn’t stop grinning.
“Sebastian, women like sex just as much as men… if it’s good.”
He tried to smile but still looked uncertain, his forehead creasing with worry.
“Am I…?”
He bit his lip.
I knew what he was trying to ask me.
“Yes, you’re good. In fact I’d say you’re amazing: in so many ways.” I didn’t mean to tease him – well, maybe just a little. He was just so unbelievably sweet. “Besides,” I continued, “the whole orgasm thing is a clue that the woman is really enjoying it. In case you were wondering.”
“Yeah, I was. Kind of. I mean, it always feels amazing with you, but I wasn’t sure if you thought so, too.”
“Well, I do. So stop worrying.” I considered for a moment. “I could make score cards if you like: grade you on required elements, presentation, and technical merit – like in ice skating.”
He laughed. “Okay! So how did that score?”
“Three sixes.”
He didn’t reply for a moment, then said quietly, his tone hurt, “Only six?”
I nearly choked, I was laughing so hard. “The score is out of six!”
He laughed, too, but the sound was a little embarrassed. “Oh, okay then.”
He reached down and pulled a sheet up to my shoulders. I was warm and comfortable in his little bed and could easily have fallen asleep.
When I felt my eyes closing I nudged his chin with my nose. “I should go now. It’ll be getting light soon.”
He pulled me tighter. “Five more minutes.”
“Okay, but I’m going to count: 300, 299, 298…”
“Okay, okay! I’m moving.”
He pulled back the sheet and shivered slightly. He knelt down, fumbling around on the floor trying to find our clothes.
“Hey, can I keep your bra?”
“Excuse me?”