A little shriek escaped her. Then her hands were digging into the couch, and the moans began. Sebastian’s mouth moved over her folds, seeking the entrance to her core, and she felt his tongue press inside, penetrating her. And it felt incredible. A cry escaped her throat and she rocked back against him.
He made an “Mmmm” of pleasure and his hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he fucked her with his tongue. Over and over, he pushed it into her *, deep inside of her, licking her from within.
Chelsea began to tremble all over, her breathing rapid. “Sebastian, please. Oh, god. I need . . . Oh . . . I need you to fuck me, baby.”
“Not yet,” he said between licks, and she moaned a protest. He nipped the curve of her bottom, and then she felt a finger slide into her. He rubbed it in and out inside of her, and it seemed he was searching for something.
And then he touched her in one spot and her legs jerked like a marionette.
A loud squeal escaped her.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “That’s just the spot I was looking for.” His finger rubbed against her G-spot again, and Chelsea’s cries became choked, her body clenching helplessly around his fingers.
“Sebastian,” she panted. “Please. Oh, please!”
“Come for me first,” he told her, and rubbed her G-spot again.
Pleasure exploded through her, and Chelsea’s cry was buried in the couch cushions as she came. Wetness slid down her thighs and Sebastian’s fingers continued to work in and out of her as he murmured encouraging words to her. Over and over, he pumped into her with his fingers and she came for what felt like forever.
When she finally stopped quaking, a long sigh escaped her and she clung to the couch cushions, feeling wrung out.
“That looked delicious,” he said, and dragged his tongue over her damp inner thighs.
Chelsea moaned, pushing against his tongue. How did he always feel so good, no matter how he touched her? It was like he’d brought her to life.
She loved it. Loved his touch, his caresses, his words, his dirty talk, his everything. “I love you, Sebastian,” she said softly. “So, so much.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the rounded cheek of her ass. “I love you, too, but I’m not done with you yet, baby. Let me get out a condom.”
“All right,” she said. “I’ll just be here, all limp and with legs like noodles.” She patted the couch cushions and gave a little wriggle. “Needing a good fucking.”
His hand slapped her ass lightly, and she gave a little squeal. “I’m not leaving. I’m just getting it out of my wallet.”
“Mmm, you came prepared.”
“I came hoping for the best, because I was not going to let you walk out of my life again. Even if it meant moving to Austin to be with you, I’d do it.”
A happy smile curved her mouth. “You’re the best man.”
“Wait until I get inside you.” The sound of a condom packet punctuated his comment. “Then you’ll really think I’m the best.”
“Arrogant,” she said with a chuckle.
“Just someone who knows how to please his wife.” A moment later, the head of his cock pressed against her *, and he dragged it slowly over her folds, back and forth.
Chelsea moaned, desire returning in a rush. Her nipples hardened, and she fought the urge to buck up against him, to force his cock inside her. The glide of his flesh over hers felt incredible. “Oh, god, that’s so good.”
“Looks pretty fucking amazing from this side, too,” Sebastian told her, and repeated the motion.
She pushed her ass out farther, so it was sticking out, and he hummed his appreciation at the small movement. “I want you inside me, Sebastian. Please. Fill me up.”
“My sweet Chelsea. My beautiful wife,” he said softly, and then pushed into her.
She gasped. Being filled up by him—there was no sensation like it in the world. That first thrust always startled her with how good, and how achingly deep it felt. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
Sebastian groaned and thrust into her again. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and then he began to thrust into her from behind. “God, you feel so fucking amazing, baby. I love being deep inside you.”