The Education of Sebastian

“Aah!” I gasped, utterly incoherent.

I saw his expression change from concern to lust. He sank two fingers inside me, pushing slowly in and out, and continued circling my clitoris. Definitely a fast learner. My hands clawed the blanket as his other hand pulled roughly on my nipple.

“Can I kiss you, down there?” he asked, hesitantly.

I didn’t really want that. David had never showed any interest in performing oral sex on me – he’d made it sound dirty, sordid – unless, of course, he was the one receiving the pleasure. I wasn’t sure I wanted to start now, but I couldn’t say no to Sebastian either. If he’d asked me to fly to the moon naked on the back of a broomstick it wouldn’t have seemed an unreasonable request.

“Okay, I guess,” I said quietly.

He kissed my stomach, running his tongue down to my navel and biting my hip bone. Then he sat up, trailing one hand down my body and crawled between my legs. He pushed my knees up and curled his hands around them before his head disappeared between my thighs.

Dear God! The feeling of his hot mouth down there, kissing me, nuzzling my pubic hair. It was a strange, alien feeling, disconcerting almost. But then he slid his tongue inside me and my hips bucked involuntarily. His hands glided up to my thighs and pushed my legs more widely open. I ran my fingers over his hair as he kneaded my thighs, unsure if I wanted to pull his head away or push him more deeply inside me.

Then his tongue flicked against my sweet spot unexpectedly, and I exploded around him, calling out, sounds without words.

I had no idea. I had no idea!

My body continued to send a tsunami of tremors through me, the most powerful and unexpected orgasm I’d ever had.

“I want to be inside you, Caro,” he said, his voice tight with urgency.

I couldn’t speak; I think I nodded.

He leaned over me and picked up the condom packet from where I’d dropped it, my fingers nerveless. I watched mesmerized as he rolled the thin latex down his powerful erection, his own breathing equally rapid.

He grasped himself in one hand then positioned the tip.

“Please!” I gasped.

He thrust deeply into me and groaned, my name, I think.

I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles over his fine ass, and gripped him tightly.

Each powerful thrust pushed me further and further up the blanket, and further and further into another dimension. My nails raked his back, his shoulders and biceps. I forced my eyes to open and gazed into his face, contorted, stripped bare: there was just me, just him and the endless ocean.

I screamed his name as loudly as I could, needing to voice my love for him just once.

Too quickly, his body shuddered deeply inside me, his muscles contracting, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

He collapsed and I pulled him tighter inside, milking every last inch of him. He moaned and lay with his head nestled into my neck, breathing hard.

After several minutes locked together without moving, he reluctantly pulled out of me, making me gasp.

I was cold without the heat of his body and I shivered slightly.

He pulled the edges of the blanket around us and we curled up together, sated briefly. I half expected him to fall asleep; it was what David always did, but I was learning that they were different in so many ways.

But Sebastian continued to run his fingers up and down my arm, gently stroking my skin. It was comforting.

“Sebastian, can I ask you something?”

“Of course – anything.”

I was glad it was dark because just thinking the question, let alone asking it, was making me blush.

“What is it, Caro?”

“Well, I was just wondering… that was really… nice… when you… you know… kissed me… down there.”

He nuzzled my shoulder.

“Good.”

“How… how did you know what to do?”

His body was suddenly still, and his hand froze on my arm. I regretted my impulsive question immediately.

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