Page 71 of Tasty Cherry

“I like this,” he says. His gaze holds mine as he reaches for my shoes, slipping them off and letting them fall to the floor.

His fingers circle my ankles, then begin their journey up, sliding along my shins and cupping my knees. These he spreads wider, then continues, moving my skirt up as he goes.

I brace myself on my hands, watching him look at me. His mouth goes to the skin of my inner thigh, and I suck in a breath as he nips lightly.

His path is achingly slow, and he reaches up to unbutton my shirt as he makes his way.

He’s nimble and quick, and my shirt gapes open.

His eyes shift to look up at me, and he pulls away from my thigh for a moment. “Front hook. I love those.” With a quick snap, it’s open.

The tension of the band pulls the bra cups aside.

“Mmm,” he says. “I love this view.” He pulls me to the edge of the counter so he can push the shirt and bra off my shoulders.

Then his mouth has closed over one breast, his hand on the other.

My head falls back. I look up at the beautiful tiled ceiling, reveling in his touch and attention.

It’s hot, so hot, to be half-naked in his kitchen, sitting on the counter.

Camille told me years ago about her fumbling sex with high school boys.

This is nothing like that. If her experience was backyard karaoke, Sebastian is an opera, lush and flawless.

I’m glad I waited.

“Mila?”

I glance down.

“I’m going to taste you now.”

I nod, my breath hitching in anticipation.

He spreads my knees again, pushing the errant skirt out of his way. His hands go beneath me to slide me forward, then he’s there, his mouth hot on me.

My arms buckle for a second, but I straighten them to hold me up. All the blood in my body rushes to where he works me. Forget oxygen. I must be breathing in stars, because I feel alight from within.

He takes it deeper, reaching up to spread me wider and allow him more access.

I lose my head for a moment, so dizzy that I’m not sure which way is up or down. Then the lightning bolts of pleasure flash out from where he works me, like Zeus has brought down his scepter in that very spot.

“Oh my God, Sebastian!” I grip his hair with one hand, holding on.

He sucks on something that makes me nearly rise from the counter. I can’t bear it, the pleasure is too intense, too crazy. I will break.

Then I do, fragmenting as every part of my body flashes hot.

It pulses, like I’ve fractured into waves. I don’t think I breathe. I can only focus on the ecstasy of it, the overwhelming emotion.

“Sebastian, Sebastian.” It’s the only word in the universe. My legs quiver, my arm gives out, and I almost crash to my elbow. Sebastian catches me, holding my back, his mouth on my inner thigh, kissing his way to my knee, like it’s time to come back home.

I shiver, slowly coming off the high.

“How do you do that?” I ask, lifting his face from me so I can look at him. “How do you know what to do?”

I almost regret asking. He could say, “Practice.” Or, “From all the girls I’ve loved before.”