“I’ll hang it over the side,” I said, trying to stop him from brooding on my injury, “but I’ll need to lean on something: I had you in mind.”
He smiled. “You think I’ll make a good pillow?”
“Well, you’re a bit hard...”
He grinned at me salaciously, then looked down at his dick.
“Not at the moment, but I could be…”
“Can’t you get your mind off sex for two minutes?!”
“Nope, don’t think so.”
I sighed, pretending to be annoyed, but it was hopeless: a huge smile cracked my face.
He grinned back and even as I looked at him, his dick twitched. It really did have a life of its own.
“Oh no! I’m not ready for round two yet! I want a nice, relaxing bath. I’ve used muscles that I didn’t even know I had.”
“Okay,” he said, still smiling, “but it’ll have to be a quick one.”
“‘Quick’ and ‘relaxing’ aren’t words that really go to together,” I pointed out.
“Oh, I don’t know: I can think of an occasion when they’d go together.”
His eyes seemed to darken and I couldn’t help it as my gaze dropped to below his waist; it was apparent that he wasn’t just having a rush of blood to his head.
“Can I take a rain check?” I said, my voice a little shaky.
“Nope, don’t think so,” he repeated, pacing towards me.
“I want to take a bath.”
“We will. Later.”
I backed into the vanity unit and had nowhere else to go.
He caught me by my hips, pressing himself against me and nuzzled my neck.
“I really want to take a bath,” I gasped, gripping onto his wrists.
“Mmm,” he replied, as my body arched at his touch. “You’re not dirty enough yet.”
I watched, speechless, if not completely soundless, as he slowly sank to his knees. His mouth followed the general downward direction and I swallowed hard.
His tongue traced around my left nipple then he bared his teeth and pulled against the heated flesh, tugging not very gently while his hands continued to knead my hips, his fingers digging into my ass. Then he turned his attention to my right breast, sucking and kissing and grazing it with his teeth.
My blood was thrumming through my veins and my knees began to tremble. Then his right hand slid down from hip to my calf, and started a slow ascent back up to my inner thigh. My breathing sounded loud and seemed to echo around the bathroom. The volume was almost embarrassing but it seemed to turn Sebastian on even more because he began to bite harder, making me shudder and call out. Then he began to rub me, gently at first and then harder, circling around and in and out.
He glanced up, giving me one quick look, a slight smile on his face, then his head disappeared between my thighs and I felt his tongue and fingers working me, playing with me, stroking me inside and out.
I thought my legs would buckle but then he hooked my right knee over his shoulder and pushed his tongue deeper inside me. I could barely stand on two legs, let alone one; I hung onto the vanity unit behind me for dear life.
I came loudly and had a brief glimpse of his grinning face before my eyes squeezed shut. He placed my right leg back on the floor and spun me around so I was facing the mirror. I was still quaking from my orgasm when he bent me over and pushed in from behind. He circled his hips, pulled out slowly and plunged in again. My face in the mirror was unrecognizable, my mouth hanging open, my eyes wide, my breasts seemed larger, the nipples flaring outwards, engorged, standing rigid. He pulled out again and sank in achingly slow, rolling his hips, massaging every part of me, all the way in and in. Just as the thought flashed across my mind, He’s learned to ‘do’ slow, he started moving hard and fast, increasing the pace as his breathing began to turn to gasps.