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This is so much better than going out to dinner.
I lose track as he plants kisses all over my body, avoiding the place I’m aching for it most, even after taking my underwear off. If I weren’t so wound up from Sebastian’s attention, I’d do my best to wipe the stupid smirk off his face by torturing him in a similar manner.
At some point, his lips return to mine, and I seize the opportunity to unbutton his shirt, my hands wandering over the toned muscles.
Sebastian stops, quickly taking the element of surprise over me to hold them above my head. “No, you don’t get to touch. Keep them up there, or I stop.”
He’s looking at me so intensely that I have no choice but to sink back into the mattress, making sure to grab onto the pillows, because if he stops, I might kill him. Thankfully, I don’t have to as his tongue carves a path down my body, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit. I cry out, arching up again as he lifts his head to check to see where my hands are, and a wicked smile forms on his face as he drags his tongue up my core. He rotates between sucking my clit and fucking me with his tongue until I’m falling apart, the only thought in my head is to not move my arms.
Sebastian nudges my legs apart to settle between them, and my eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his cock sliding into me. Our moans fill the air as he pulls his hips back, snapping them forward as I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips to take him deeper. “Love…fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, and all I can do is clutch the pillow above my head.
My dress is bunched around my torso as Sebastian’s shirt hangs open, his abs flexing with every thrust.
I hope we never lose this desperate need for the other to the point where we can’t wait another second to take our clothes off.
Bash pins my wrists over my head and drops his head in the crook of my neck, his hips jerking as he finds his release, triggering mine at the same time. I struggle to catch my breath as Sebastian pants, brushing my hair tenderly out of my face.
“God, I love you,” I say, laughing softly as he unpeels his body from mine.
“Me, or my dick?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at me as he pulls his briefs up, taking off his pants before wandering into the bathroom, returning with a dampwashcloth. I push my dress down over my hips, kicking it over the side of the bed.
“You’re a package deal. Good thing I don’t need to pick,” I tease, holding out my hand for the washcloth.
“Relax. I can do it.” Bash smiles, kneeling next to me, gently wiping to clean me up. He discards the washcloth, to climb back in bed next to me. I crawl into his arms, my favorite place to be.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
“Are you thanking me for my magical penis?” he jokes, and I can’t resist laughing at what he just called his dick. “Ouch, Lia. You’re not supposed to laugh when we’re talking about my dick. You could really damage my pride.”
“That’s not why I’m laughing, but I’m sure you’ll get over it. I’m laughing because you just called it a magical penis,” I point out, and he chuckles.
“Well, what else would you call it? I think it is magical! Are you telling me Eric’s was better?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
I lift my head up, my jaw dropping as his cocky ass grins. “I am not answering that.”
His smile only gets wider. “Oh, so I am better in bed.”
“Shut up.” I snort, shaking my head at him, but the smile on my face tells him everything. Sebastianisbetter in bed.
Sebastian strokes my hair, twisting it at the ends before finding a new piece to play with. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve always been the best sex of my life.”
“The things you do to my ego,” I tease, but it does boost my ego.Suck it, Kiera. Oops, is that immature of me?“Justremember, babe—it’s not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean.”
He scoffs. “You didn’t seem to be complaining a bit ago about the size or the motion.”
“Oh, I’msonot complaining. It was way better than going to my brother’s.” Except at the thought of food, my stomach rumbles causing Sebastian to laugh, connecting the dots immediately.
“I’ll order delivery.”
If only he was this smart all the time.
Bash disappears for a few minutes, and I take the opportunity to freshen up before slipping into one of his team shirts. It falls down to my thighs, and I twist my hair up, grabbing a clip from the bathroom. I have them stashed everywhere around the house, and it drives Sebastian nuts when he finds them in random places. My favorite place to clip them is to shelves.
He’s still only wearing briefs when I find him in the kitchen ordering pizza, and I can’t tear my eyes from the ripple of muscles in his back. He’s an incredible man who cares so much about the people in his life. I’m just lucky to be one of them.
Then my eyes linger on his tattoo.
Almost.