Page 26 of His Obsession
The hallway is quiet and expensive and softly lit the way luxury hotels specialize in. Sebastian gets the door open, and I couldn’t tell you what the room looks like. I’m laser-focused on getting him naked and feeling his mouth on mine again. My purse hits some unidentified surface. His jacket lands somewhere else.
This is not going to be intimate. That’s a boundary I set in my head right now. This is hot and fun and a way to scratch an itch. Nothing deeper is allowed. No lingering eye contact or deep conversations afterward.
He scoops me up and carries me to the bed, never once breaking the kiss. He’s incredibly strong. A nervous thrill runs through me as I wonder what else that strength extends to. I pull at his shirthard enough to pop the buttons. He chuckles against my mouth but doesn’t complain. Urgency is the name of the game.
Then he’s pulling back, sitting me up as his hand moves to the hem of my dress. I let him move me however he needs to. I’m a rag doll in his hands, and he unwraps me like I’m a gift he’s been waiting for all year. When I’m sitting in front of him in nothing but my lace underwear, he hisses. His eyes darken as they roam over my bare skin.
“Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined,” he says, almost to himself, then climbs on top of me and shows me exactly how gorgeous he thinks I am.
He pays an unnerving amount of attention to my body. I’m not even fully undressed, but his hands find every spot that draws a reaction. Every touch is deliberate, and if he finds a place that makes me moan particularly loud, he catalogs it. This is too much. This is exactly what I didn’t want.
“Are you going to fuck me, or just spend the whole night caressing me gently?” I ask, frustrated.
He chuckles darkly. “You’re so goddamn impatient,” he says. “But if that’s what you want.”
I stare up at him and nod enthusiastically. He sighs and stands, giving me a bit of a show as he pulls off his undershirt, then works his belt open. Another thrill runs through me as his pants come off. I can see his erection through his boxers, and he’s huge. I’m not even sure he’ll fit, but I don’t care. I’m going to take as much of him as I possibly can.
He moves over me again, hooking his fingers through the waistband of my panties and dragging them down slowly. Isquirm under him, desperate to feel his skin on mine, already slick between my thighs.
“I’ll leave these for last,” he says roughly, palming my breasts through the lace bra. “They need to be savored.”
I want to laugh, or maybe cry. My whole body is vibrating, and I just need him to get on with it already. I reach behind his head and pull roughly, bringing his face back to mine. My tongue slides into his mouth, and I feel the tension coiled in his muscles. Then his cock is right there and I arch against him.
He’s breathless as he positions himself at my entrance, hesitant, like he’s had the same thought I’ve had about the mechanics of all this. Without warning, I arch up to meet him, pulling him as deep into me as I can.
Fuck, it’s a tight fit. We both groan. This isn’t going to be as hard and fast as I’d hoped. There are a few more mechanics involved than I anticipated.
“We can take this as slow as you need,” he whispers roughly into my ear. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
I couldn’t be less relaxed, but it’s not out of pain or fear. There’s a primal need inside me to feel exactly how much space he’ll take. Still, I force my body to unclench, and let him do his thing. He sinks into me slowly, and I breathe through it, feeling my body adjust to meet him.
He pulls out slowly as his fingers move between us to circle my clit. I nearly levitate off the bed when he thrusts back in, a little quicker this time. I moan, unable to form a coherent thought. He repeats the movement.
Time stops meaning anything. Nothing exists outside this bed and the two of us. He’s hitting spots in my body I didn’t even know could feel this good, and he’s impossibly patient. If I told him I needed all night, he’d give it to me without question. With each thrust and each breath, I feel myself climbing closer to an inevitable end.
My mind is screaming at me to make it last. I’ve never felt anything this good in my life. There’s the flaw in my plan. I figured he’d be good, but I didn’t think he’d bethis.How can I ever have sex with anyone else knowing this is an option?
My traitorous body shudders, and then I’m coming undone around him. As I tip over the edge, he pushes somehow deeper, and I feel his breath growing ragged above me. He’s almost there. I surrender to him, riding my own pleasure while doing whatever I can to make sure he finds his.
He groans my name, raw and broken, and I know he’s there. His orgasm overtakes him a moment after mine, and I watch in fascination as his face contorts in pleasure. He’s so much hotter when he isn’t carefully crafting his expression.
He pulls out and collapses next to me, completely spent. Within minutes he falls asleep, and I know I’ll have to leave before I get addicted to this feeling.
10
SEBASTIAN
Iwake up alone. That shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.
I lie there for a moment, one arm behind my head, staring at the ceiling. Not moving. Not reaching for my phone or the coffee service menu or any of the other things that usually slot neatly into the first five minutes of my morning. Instead, I think and assess the previous night. How quickly did I fall asleep after we had sex? How soon did she leave?
Immediately, I bet. She bolted the second she realized I was out. Efficient about it, too.
She was halfway out the door the moment we crossed the threshold.
I sit up and drag a hand over my face. Well, that’s done. I’ve crossed that line with my best friend’s sister, and I’m never going to be able to take it back. If her leaving is any indication, I’ll never get to do it again, either.
That was always going to be the case, I suppose. Quick and dirty, devoid of any real feeling. At least on her part. Because in thecold light of day, I’m starting to realize I want much more from her than just sex.
