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His tongue immediately finds my clit, sucking the bud with the perfect amount of pressure that has me gasping his name again. Feeling his stubble on my inner thigh is erotic, and I roll my hips as Sebastian holds me in place.
Oh my god. I can’t even think straight right now.
I glance down, and the sight of Sebastian underneath me is more than I can handle. Sebastian greedily takes everything I’m offering to him, sending me over my peak as he sucks on my clit again, causing me to see stars as I tangle my hands in my hair.
Fuck, only with him. Only with Sebastian Walker has anything ever felt this good, and this right.
Sebastian lifts me off him, gently brushing my damp hair out of my face as I steady my breathing, coming down from my high. “You never have to ask me to tell you how pretty you are.”
“I’ve missed you,” I say, my heart cracking wide open for the man next to me.
“I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough times, but I never should have left the restaurant that night. I should have heard you out,” he admits, tears shining in his whiskey eyes.
I lean forward, kissing Sebastian again. I don’t want to think about the past anymore. We’ve lost enough time and suffered enough heartbreak that if anyone deserves to move forward, it’s us.
Our limbs tangle as Bash positions himself over me, his erection rubbing against my thigh. He pulls away to my dismay, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jaw, trailing his way down until I feel his lips against my collarbone where my latest tattoo is etched into my skin. He mumbles the French words against my skin. “Presque toujours.”
To this day, I think the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me is Sebastian learning French. It feels like something that belongs to us, despite being one of the most popular languages in the world.
“I got it the first time I returned to the States after my time in Africa,” I struggle to get the words out. It was a reminder of what I’d almost had, and what I’d lost.
Almost always.
His hips rock against my leg, and I tug at his shirt, needing to feel his skin pressed against mine. Sebastian smoothly grabs his shirt, pulling it off in one movement. I take the moment to really appreciate the view in front of me. Earlier, I tried to keep from staring, but his body is a work of art, carefully sculpted from all the hours of training and discipline.
Bash starts to lean forward to kiss me again, but I press a hand to his chest, halting him. “Trunks too,” I say, and his lips quirk into a smile.
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” I confirm, and Sebastian sheds his swimming trunks, discarding them somewhere in the room.
I’m not at all disappointed by the massive erection that bobs, released from its constraints. Before Sebastian can stop me, I close my hand around the thick shaft causing Bash to hiss through his teeth. “Thalia,” he groans my name as I start to move my hand.
“How do you want me?” I ask, and his face lights up.
“What are my options?” he asks, his hips involuntarily jerking as I apply more pressure on the head of his cock, using his precum as lubrication.
“I can keep using my hand…or I can use my mouth, or if you ask really nicely, you can use my pussy.”
“Fuck yes. All of the above, but first, I want to feel you come on my cock as I use your pussy, as you so nicely put it,” he says, turning me to face away from him. If I had bothered to look anywhere other than Sebastian as I masturbated for him, I would have noticed the mirror facing the bed.
I watch closely as Sebastian lines himself up behind me, and it’s erotic feeling it at the same time as I see it. His gaze meets mine in the mirror, a wicked grin on his face as he pushes into me. I grab the sheets with my hands to stop myself from falling on my face as he hits an angle perfectly. “Lia, you have no idea how good you feel,” he says, holding still to give me a moment to adjust to his size.
I can’t believe this is where we ended up today.
“Do you see how pretty you look, taking me so well,” he taunts, pulling out before thrusting deeply.
“Bash, shut up and fuck me,” I plead breathlessly.
“We both know you love my dirty mouth, but I will use your pussy as I please,” he says, rocking back before driving his hips forward again.
My god, he’s beautiful.
Sebastian’s dark hair flops into his face as he thrusts again, but his whiskey eyes never leave mine. “Still wish we’d left?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I push my hips back, meeting him halfway, a moan breaking free from my mouth.
He smirks, picking up the pace. “I’ll take that as a no.”