Page 108 of Worth Every Moment

Seb groans. “Just you.” He keeps his gaze pinned between my legs as he makes his way across the floor, his broad, muscled shoulders shifting with each movement. I mewl as I take him in, watching me. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He reaches the end of the bed and rises, but remains on his knees, his cock standing proud. He fists it at the base again.

“You do you, and I’ll do me,” I whisper.

“Race to the finish line?” he says.

I let out the smallest laugh, and as I do, Seb stands at the end of the bed between my legs. He’s so close I can feel the heat of him, smell the scent on him. It sends arousal spiraling through my body.

“We’re not touching each other?” he asks and I shake my head. “Fine. But I’m coming all over you.”

He leans over me, propped up on one arm as he works himself with his other hand, his bicep bulging with the motion. His abs are tight, perfect. And his dick…

He’s masculine perfection, hovering right above me.

He nods downwards, where my hand is between my legs. “Come for me.” The instruction nestles deep inside me, like a secret I’ll never give up. “I want to hear you moan.”

“Yes, yes.Yes.” The words are helpless, dripping with desire.I’m not in control anymore.

I reach up and grip the back of his neck with one hand, pulling him down closer. He’s fisting himself over me, and my other hand moves rapidly beneath his as I bring myself off.

“Give me more of those noises,” he rasps. “Let’s hear how much you want this.”

I’m already moaning almost constantly—whimpering—but at his words I can’t help but let the sounds spill louder from my lips, relishing in the warmth of Seb’s body so close. The slick sounds of me touching myself, and the rough back and forth of him jerking off, mingle with our ragged breathing.

“Tell me you love it. Tell me you fucking love it,” Seb growls. “Touching yourself for me.”

“I love it,” I say breathlessly, fire whipping through me, burning through my inhibitions.

“You’re close,” he says, and it’s not a question.

My only response is to touch myself faster.Harder. So, so close.

He stops, tilting backwards and gripping my thighs, raising both and staring between my legs. The sight of him fixated like that on the most intimate part of me burns me up and I rub my swollen clit. My body buzzes and my back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come. Come now. Give it to me.”

The command slips into my bloodstream and rushes to my core, bringing with it a wave of arousal that carries me away on a delirious surf. My legs kick out and I roll my head back and forth against the pillow, whimpering incessantly. “Oh, oh, God.Seb.”

He crouches, and as the tingles of my orgasm spread, he fixes his mouth on me, displacing my fingers, licking up my cum and sucking my clit, forcing another orgasm to crest right behind the first. I grab his hair, squealing as he relentlessly eats me out.

I press my hips up and into his mouth, grinding against his jaw, but it’s not enough. The urge to have him inside me slams into me, a potent longing I can’t ignore. “I want you… inside me.”

He lifts his mouth from my pussy, his lips and chin wet. “Really?”

I nod, a little frantic. “I’m going to come again. I need you. Please.”

“Don’t ask if you don’t mean it.” There’s a desperate edge to his voice. “I won’t be able to say no.”

“I mean it.”

He doesn’t give me a second to rethink the request, pushing up to standing. He holds my gaze as he lowers over me where I’m still lying with my hips near the edge of the bed. Fisting his dick, he swipes it up and down my entrance, and I shift my hips, following the motion like I can catch it and swallow it, and the tip—just the tip—slips inside me.

More, more, more.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Really tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs.

“Please,” I say, hating that he’s hesitating. There is no pain that wouldn’t be worth it. “Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”