Page 41 of Best Kept Vows (Savannah’s Best #6)

Sebastian

I stayed at the apartment for a few nights at first, then a week, and then a whole month, after which I simply moved in.

My clothes hung beside Lia’s, and we shared the master bathroom. I set up my laptop in the guest room.

I’d basically handed the house over to the real estate company we hired to sell it, telling the maid service and the gardener to continue taking care of it until it was sold.

It didn’t take long.

Eight weeks after we put the house on the market, we had excited buyers who gave us the asking price.

Since we’d lived in the house for nearly twenty years and didn’t owe any money on it, we made a very good profit, one that, if invested wisely, would allow us to live well, even if neither of us worked a day again.

It would give me the freedom to think about what I wanted to do with my life—who I wanted to be when I grew up. It would also give me the time to be there for my wife.

The day escrow closed, we went out for dinner to celebrate, and when we came back, we opened a bottle of champagne, excited about our future.

Even though we were sleeping together, we hadn’t had sex.

Not because we didn’t want to—but there was resistance from both of us since the last time we had sex it had been a Band-Aid, and this time, we wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to paper over our issues—that it was sex for intimacy, for fun, and not to ignore the hundred elephants in the room.

But I wasn’t tired any longer—and my wife was attractive as hell—so I was in a constant state of blue balls.

The champagne was still fizzing on my tongue, sweet and tart, when Lia leaned into me, her body flush against mine in the dim glow of her… our apartment.

Her dress—black, sleek, a second fucking skin—clung to every curve I’d spent years memorizing. I could feel the heat radiating off her, which made my cock twitch against my zipper, aching for her.

“Seb,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, like she’d been thinking about this all evening.

Her lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, and I could smell her perfume mixed in with the faint musk of her skin—intoxicating.

She tasted like champagne and sin when I kissed her, her tongue sliding against mine, hungry and desperate.

“Baby, you sure?” I asked, even though it cost me .

In response, her hands were on me, unbuttoning my shirt. I let her push the fabric off my shoulders, my hands immediately going to her hips, sliding up her sides to cup her tits through her dress. She moaned into my mouth, arching into my touch, and I felt her nipples harden under my palms.

“Fuck, Lia,” I growled, pulling back just enough to look at her.

Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and her lips were swollen from my kisses.

She rose and stepped back from me as I lounged on the couch, watching her. Her hands went to the zipper at the side of her dress, slowly pulling it down.

I stroked myself through my pants as she removed her dress, and the fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her bare skin.

I stopped breathing for a second.

She removed her bra, and I licked my lips.

Her tits were perfect, full and heavy, the nipples already hard and begging for my mouth.

She removed her panties and stood naked in front of me.

My eyes trailed down to her hips, her flat stomach, the curve of her ass, and finally to where she was bare, smooth, and glistening.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” I was about to get up when she put a hand on my chest.

“Wait.” Her voice trembled with need.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands going to my belt, and I nearly came right then and there. She undid the buckle, pulling my pants down my legs. I kicked them off, leaving me in just my boxers.

She didn’t waste time. Her hands slid up my thighs, her fingers brushing against the outline of my cock through the fabric of my boxers, and I groaned, my hips jerking forward. She smiled up at me—like a fucking siren who knew her power—and pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock.

“You’re hard,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around me and giving me a slow stroke. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body, and I was already leaking.

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

A groan ripped from my throat.

Her tongue swirled around me, licking up the precum, before she took more of me into her mouth.

Her lips stretched around me, and I could feel the back of her throat as she bobbed her head, sucking like she was fucking starving for me.

“Baby.” My hands tangled in her hair as she hummed around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body.

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

But I wanted more—I wanted all of her.

I pulled her off me with a wet pop , and she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, her lips glistening with spit. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, crashing my lips against hers as I backed her to lie on the couch .

She fell onto it, her legs spreading for me. I dropped to my knees between them.

Her pussy was glistening, so fucking wet for me, and the smell of her arousal was messing with my head. I breathed her in for a second before licking a stripe up her slit.

She cried out.

Her pussy was sweet and salty on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue before plunging two fingers into her cunt.

“Seb,” she moaned, her hips bucking against my face as I fucked her with my fingers, sucking on her clit. She was so wet, so tight around my fingers, and I could feel her walls fluttering as she got close to the edge.

“Come for me,” I ordered against her pussy, lapping at her pussy as I curled my fingers inside her.

She screamed when she came, her body trembling as she gushed all over my fingers and mouth. I didn’t let up as she writhed beneath me, begging me to stop.

I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at her.

Her chest was heaving, her tits bouncing with every breath. She looked completely fucked out already. But I wasn’t done with her—not even close.

It had been so damn long since I’d been inside her.

I covered her body with mine.

Her pussy was wet against my cock.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my erection brushing against her wetness. She whimpered, wrapping her legs around my waist .

“I missed you,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine as I slowly pushed into her.

She was so tight, so warm and wet around me. It felt like heaven as I slid deeper into her. She gasped as I filled her, her walls stretching around me, and I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers.

“Fuck, baby. I’m home.” I pulled out slightly before thrusting back into her.

Her nails dug into my back as I set a slow, deep rhythm. She clung to me as I fucked her, our bodies moving together like we’d never been apart.

She was mine!

My home.

My life.

My everything.