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As I regained my balance and glanced at him, Sebastian had lost his shirt, revealing a broad chest with a nice fur of blond hair I instantly itched to touch. He was gorgeous.
My gaze followed his hands to his belt, and my heart picked up. I’d seen the equipment he kept hidden there, gotten a taste of it, but this time would be so much more.
Except he stopped moving. My eyes snapped to his face to find him smirking at me with one eyebrow raised.
“If you’re just going to watch, I’m definitely going to need music.”
Watch?
Oh, shit! I was supposed to be undressing, too.
I attacked my clothes with renewed vigor and purpose. Shirt, pants, boxers, socks—all of it went flying to the sounds of Sebastian’s chuckles.
But all that stopped when I marched to him, and our bare bodies collided in a rush of heat. A hiss escaped me as we touched for the first time. It was like being scalded, and I wanted more.
Sebastian’s massive hands wandered my body, caressing and massaging any bit he could reach, while steadily inching me back. It was only as the mattress hit my legs that I even noticed we’d been moving across the room.
With a grin, Sebastian bent, grabbed me behind the knees, and lifted, dumping me onto the bed.
I laughed and stretched out my hands toward him, wanting to pull him on top of me. “Is sex with you always like this?”
Sebastian pressed one knee into the mattress and paused, his smile softening. “No. I’ve never laughed like this with someone in bed. Not until you.”
Everything he said and did was a shot straight at my heart. I had no defense against him. “How the hell are you still single?”
“I’m hoping that I won’t be for much longer. There’s this sexy guy that I’ve got my eye on, and?—”
“Enough!” I laughed, waving my hands at him. “You’ve already got me naked and in your bed. Do something about it.”
Sebastian caught my hands and pinned them to the blankets above my head as he leaned close to steal a deep kiss. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him in even closer.
All the laughter fell away, and the heat rushed in. His chest hair scraped deliciously across my skin and teased my nipples. Sebastian slid his mouth from mine to skim along my jaw and down my neck.
“I need to worship all of you,” he mumbled against my skin.
What he meant was that he intended to lick, suck, nibble, and kiss every inch of my body. My job was to lie there and wallow in the onslaught of his very thorough affection that left my cock aching and my ass empty.
It was only when I was begging for relief that he finally stopped long enough to fetch a condom and lube.
I moved to the center of the bed and flopped onto a massive pile of pillows. Sebastian crawled across the mattress to me, his hard muscles undulating under golden skin. He was a powerful god, and I was his very willing sacrificial offering just begging to be devoured.
“How do you prefer it?” Sebastian inquired, pressing his sweet lips to my collarbone.
“Usually on my knees from behind. But not tonight…” Something about Sebastian made me feel daring.
Sebastian lifted his head a little, waiting for me to continue.
“I want to face you like this, so I can see your expression as you’re coming.”
That devilish man licked his lips, the fire burning brighter in his eyes. “Guess I better do a good job of prepping you.”
Unfortunately, I was not prepared for Sebastian’s brand of prepping. He tongued my ass and then sucked my cock while working his fingers inside of me. I was balanced on the very edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Just as I was sure I’d crack, Sebastian would pull me back again. My legs trembled, and my entire body was slick with sweat.
When Sebastian finally stopped to slip on the condom, a relieved sob nearly broke from my throat. His feverish gaze roasted me as the fat head of his cock brushed against my hole.
He pushed in slowly, and my body stiffened at the intrusion. No matter how well he’d prepared me, he was still large, and it had been a while since I’d last been penetrated.
“Should I stop?” Sebastian demanded after he’d already stopped. His voice was low and rough, as though he’d been gargling gravel. Muscles strained and twitched as he fought to remain perfectly still.