He kneeled in front of me, resting his hands on my hips. He leaned forward to kiss my breasts, playful little nips, and then his tongue was washing over me, laving my cleavage. I arched my back, letting my head hang backwards and suddenly his hands were urgent. He pushed me onto the bed and leaned over me, his mouth, breath, tongue, hot against my skin. He groaned loudly then stood up. I struggled to sit but he slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, picked me up bodily and slung me higher up the bed. I was so surprised, the breath whooshed out of my lungs. He stretched out alongside then reared up to hover over me, his erection pointing confidently towards my belly. Before I could reach out for him, he knelt across me, lifted me up with one hand and with the other expertly unhooked my bra. Jeez! Had he been practicing?
I knew what was coming next but before he could reach for my pants, I pushed him away and rolled onto my side, struggling to turn off the bedside lamp. The curtains were still open but the dull, orange illumination of the streetlamps was the only light.
“What are you doing?”
His tone was surprised.
I had my reasons. The marks on my leg were no longer painful, with the exception of my right foot that throbbed relentlessly, but they were unsightly. And I didn’t want him distracted, not by that. I had other distractions in mind.
I shimmied out of my pants and panties while he watched me, and tossed them randomly, not caring where they landed.
I could see his silvery gold outline on the bed next to me as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I sat up and found that my skin was too tender to kneel across him. Instead I seated myself in his lap and stretched my legs out in front of me.
“Sit up,” I said, my voice high from tension.
I wrapped one hand around his neck as he raised himself off the bed, and then held his length in my hand to position myself over him. I stroked him several times and he took a deep, faltering breath. As I sank down onto him, he groaned and I felt him tremble.
It was an extraordinarily intimate moment as our bodies joined together, our faces just inches apart.
His eyes were wide and wondering and I pulled his head towards me, breathing a soft kiss onto his lips. Then his mouth locked onto mine and our tongues moved in a new rhythm as our bodies thrust together. I pulled my knees up slightly and he did the same, almost lifting me off the bed with each powerful movement of his hips. He wrapped his arms behind me, pulling me still closer.
I needed to take a breath and Sebastian mirrored my actions. His eyes were fixed on mine and in a moment of utter stillness, I stroked his face, letting my fingers whisper across his cheek, his eyelids, along his soft eyebrows, down his nose, across the slight flare of his nostrils, along his jaw and fluttering across his lips, where he kissed them.
We were joined together as one; it was impossible to be closer, more intimate – all the barriers between us were finally down. We were equal and open and unafraid.
I ran my hands down his back and felt him move inside me. I pulled back and leaned away from him, changing the angle of connection and he groaned again and began to pump faster.
I clenched around him, unable to control the waves of sensation pulsing through me.
He called out and I felt him shudder into me with one, deep thrust. He gasped, pulling in lungfuls of air and then he gathered me to him, crushing me to his chest so hard I could barely breathe myself.
We sat like that, still joined together, and I felt a small giggle bubble up as I wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead.
“Who needs gym classes,” I said, stroking his face.
He laughed softly. “You don’t need anything, Caro, you’re perfect.”
“Oh, I’m far from perfect, but I’m very happy that you think I am. I’ll have to keep you in a darkened room forever.”
“Suits me.”
“You might get hungry,” I pointed out. “You’d starve to death.”
“We’d order take-out,” he said pragmatically.
I eased myself off him gently and lay back in his arms as he stroked my hair.
“Hey, did you check out the bath situation?” he said.
“Hmm, what? No. I was too busy checking you out.”
He laughed. “Seriously! We could take a bath together.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, reluctant to move from my semi-comatose position. “If you go run it. See if they’ve put out any bubble bath.”