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The thing barely brushed me and I was so ready just from that small touch.
I run my hands through his short blonde hair and pull gently at the strands, trying to silently beckon him inside me.
"I want you." Sebastian kisses me and hesitation is present. Why? We’ve gotten this far—he was positioned to do the damn thing. I’m pulled from the moment, beginning to worry that he’ll back down again.
His lips trail down my neck back to my chest, lavishing my breasts with attention. Each nipple is worshiped separately making me mewl and pant. It’s not enough—and I know what I need…I’m just too scared to say it.
Then both my nipples are left to the cold air. He’s moved lower to my stomach, his slight stubble tickling my sensitive skin, and as soon as he realizes it makes me squirm, he purposefully runs his chin along my abdomen, moving lower still.
What?
No…no, no. I’m not sure about the oral thing, at least on me. I’m not…well…I hadn’t gone into today expecting company, so I’m not as trimmed as normal, and I’m just…God, I’m—
A slippery tongue touches my clit and I scream, trying to scramble back across the bed. It felt almost too good, bordering on painful and I wasn’t sure if I could handle any more of it.
"Nomi," Sebastian grumbles and pulls me back by my hips. He lays a heavy arm over my stomach to hold me still and lowers his head once more to lick my most private area.
My eyelids flutter closed as I feel his lips suck and pull gently at my folds. I try and shut out my worry over what he might be thinking of how I look and concentrate on the tongue that’s now batting at my clit.
My brain turns to TV snow, and my hips, though kept from moving away, are given leeway to grind against his mouth.
"Fuck you taste amazing," he groans between laps at my slit. The alternation of a gentle pointed tongue and a broad hard stroke is driving me wild. My hands grip the deep navy bedspread, pulling at the fabric to find some outlet for the wave of sensations I was being saddled with.
"Sebastian—fuck—I, ohhhh…"
I’m going to come soon. Hard. It’s going to be soon because at the rate Sebastian’s expert tongue is moving mercilessly against my skin, I stand no chance. I’m not ready for it—I want the build to last longer, to enjoy the ride more. So I say the only thing I can think of that would make him stop:
"Please," I gasp, "I want to come on your cock," my voice turns into a needy whine.
My lover’s tongue slows, and the precise movements he was making before now seem arbitrary. I lift my head and look down at him. Sebastian’s heavy brows are pinched together.
He’s thinking it over. There might be a chance that he won’t fuck me, and the TV snow melts away leaving me feeling desperate to get my way.
"Please," I say again. I need to feel him in me, and I don’t know where it comes from—I just know its there and that it scares me.
His head lifts and is see his mouth and chin shine with my juices, his eyes bore into mine over downturned lips.
"Please."
Sebastian takes pity on me rising to his hands and knees to crawl up along my body so his cock is once again brushing my pussy. My hand makes contact with the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss, unbothered by the taste of myself on his lips.
"It’s okay," I assure him when we part.
My only response is the feeling of the head of his cock against my entrance. I grin nervously as my time as a virgin is about to come to an end at the hands of my father’s friend.
My nerves are justified. Sebastian begins to enter me with his thick cock and it hurts. It hurts a lot—but I don’t dare make a face of pain. I make sure to stay deadly silent because I know if I whimper, he’ll back out.
I knew from friend’s stories that it was normal for a first time to hurt, so that didn’t worry me—but I knew it worried Sebastian. His eyes flitted around as he searched for any sign he should stop, and I refused to give him one.
Then it starts to feel good. Really good. Sinfully good. My nails leave little white lines on his chest as the word ‘more’ escapes my mouth on repeat.
"Shhh," he says quietly. "I have to go slow. I don’t want to tear you."
That can happen? Crap.
I shut my mouth and blink up at him, my eyes wide and my lower lip trapped in my teeth. Sebastian smiles softly and lowers his head to kiss me. A sweet kiss—one that reminds me of our first one earlier this evening.
Our lips move in tandem, the faint taste of myself still in his mouth as our tongues mingle, and before I know it his hips hit the back of my legs. He’s fully in me and that feeling I had of being empty is gone along with the pain.
I squeeze my muscles round him testing how I feel and he inhales sharply:
"Fuck, Nomi."
I like when he calls me that.
Sebastian’s head drops to my shoulder and I cup the back of his head, kissing his temple. I get a response in the form of his lips to my neck.
"Now—please," I pant, pushing my hips down against him. "Sebastain, please. I don’t care if it hurts—just show me what you like."
Sebastian starts as a gentle lover, withdrawing from me leaving me trying to chase after him with my hips. It’s almost painful how easy he’s taking it with me, and I can see the appeal to this kind of sex, slow and sensual—if that’s what he chooses.
"God, Nomi," I gasp out of pure pleasure, but he takes it as pain and slows.
"I don’t want to hurt you, baby."
"You aren’t sweetheart, I promise," I say as he apologizes for something he didn’t do by kissing me everywhere he can reach.
The next time he moves, pressing into me, it’s harder and the moan that erupts from me doesn’t even sound like something that would come from my throat. It’s wonton, hypersexual. I feel the need to move so I writhe beneath my lover’s hard body, my hands roaming as his pace quickens.
His teeth graze my neck and my body is covered in goosebumps as he closes them and sucks at my skin. There’s nothing I can do but to grasp at him, my freshly manicured nails digging into his shoulders as his thrusts come hard and fast.
There are wet noises coming from us as our bodies join, reminding me of his tongue on me minutes before. I wish I could feel both at the same time, his cock and his tongue, and the idea fuels the desire in me. My legs wrap around his waist, keeping Sebastian from pulling out of me too much because I hate how I feel when he does.
Sebastian has let go of his worry, at least for the time being. He pounds my pussy with reckless abandon, grunting and groaning into my neck. My eyes as squeezed shut as I listen to him, letting his excitement carry me to my orgasm. There’s something about the guttural nature of his noises that turns me on enough that when he shifts and his pubic bone brushes my clit, it sends me over the edge with a scream of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I shriek repeating the word every time he hits deep within me. My walls close in around him, trying to usher him to his own orgasm.
"Fuck, Naomi, I’m so close," he hisses his steady thrusts hitting harder than ever, making me squeal as my breasts bounce atop my chest.
"Do it," I manage through moans.
With a loud shout Sebastian enters me one last time and stills. I can feel his cock twitch as he comes inside me, but other than that? Nothing. His chest heaves with every breath as he collapses on top of me, unceremoniously sliding from me as he does.
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