Page 80 of Secret Offer
He pulls away, dropping his lips to my neck while his hands trail over the curve of my ass, squeezing me deliciously. When I grind my hips into his, I can feel the hard bulge of his arousal. Eagerly, I fumble with his belt buckle, then slide his shorts and boxer-briefs down. He helps me by sliding his shoes off and kicking his shorts away from his ankles.
“God, I love your body,” I whisper, admiring the sight of him standing naked before me. He’s perfection. I trace the hard lines of his pecs, the ridges of his abs, the slants of muscle over his hips. When I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his big, thick cock, he lets out a groan.
“Not so fast,” he says.
He palms the base of my throat and looks down at me, a hungry grin on his lips. Squeezing lightly, he draws me back up to my feet and kisses me again before scooping me up in his arms and laying me down on the mattress. The French doors are open wide, letting in the sun, the cool breeze, and the sound of the ocean lapping the shore.
Rolling onto my back, I lean my head over the edge of the bed and motion him closer. His eyes flash when he realizes what I’m doing. His cock is rigid, bouncing a little as he stands before me. I reach for him and grip him tight, guiding him into my mouth.The angle is tricky at first, but with a few practiced sucks, he slides all the way in, thrusting to the base of my throat with ease.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, that’s good,” he groans.
Steadying himself against the bed, he bends his knees slightly to make the angle easier and glides in and out, smooth and steady, like we’ve done this a million times. His familiar flavor fills my mouth. God, I’ve missed how he tastes. Gripping his hips, I suck and pull as he finds a rhythm and drives deep into my throat, faster and faster. His hands slide down my chest and cup my breasts. Pleasure bursts through me as he plays with my nipples, teasing them until I can barely stand the sensations another second. Soon both of us are moaning in time with his thrusts.
Without warning, he pulls away from me, breathing hard as he strokes himself. I sit up on my elbows to watch him climb onto the bed. It’s so damn erotic to see his hand pump on his dick, up and down, slowly working circles around the tip. I want him now. No more foreplay. No waiting.
I crawl up the bed until I’m straddling him, and then I lean down to kiss his mouth, his neck, his chest. “I want you inside me.”
He pulls my mouth onto his for another searing kiss and then asks, “Where?”
My cheeks flame. “Everywhere, all of it. I want to give you all of me.”
“And I want to take it,” he says.
There’s so much love in his eyes mixed with desire as he wraps his hands around my hips and then drives up into me with one hard thrust. We quickly find a rhythm, both of us panting, and then his hand reclaims my throat, squeezing just tight enough that I feel completely dominated. I gaze down at him, watching him watch me, both of us swept up in the connection we’re sharing.
My eyelids flutter with every pump of his cock, the delicious feel of him pushing me to the edge but never letting me fall.
“I’m going to get you nice and wet, and make you come,” he growls. “And then I’m going to flip you over and take that pretty little ass, just like you promised me.”
“Yes,” I groan.
His dirty talk sends me straight into an orgasm. My cunt clamps around his cock and pulses of white-hot pleasure burst through me. A satisfied grunt works from his throat and then he’s turning me over just like he promised.
Nerves wash over me as he leans over and grabs some lube from the nightstand drawer. He squirts some into his palm and then settles himself between my thighs again.
I look over my shoulder at him, a shy smile on my lips. “Be gentle.”
“Always. Now get on your hands and knees for me. I’m going to get you ready.”
I do as he asks, and then he brings his lubed fingertips to my tight hole, sliding them up and down, preparing me to receive him. I let out a sigh and he grabs the lube again, adding more slickness until I’m practically dripping. Behind me, I can hear him stroking himself, grunting softly. The sound of his desire sends a hot pulse of need through me. I’m so focused on how turned on I am in the moment that I’m startled when the tip of his cock nudges between my ass cheeks. I suck in a breath, hold it.
“You have to breathe, Blair. Don’t hold your breath. Just try to relax. I’ll go easy, I promise.”
I exhale, shivering as the tip slides into me just a little. My entire body tenses at first but then I take another deep breath and allow myself to stop clenching. He slides in a little deeper when I do.
“Oh, that’s good,” I murmur. “Just stay there for a second.”
Sebastian waits for me, and then I push myself back into him just a little bit more, tensing up again as I do.
“More,” I say, and he pushes deeper until he’s inside a little more, and a little more.
I’m panting now, aching for more but still intimidated by his size, stuffed with the deepest pressure I’ve ever experienced. My brain isn’t sure how to process it. But his fingers come around to work my clit, drawing my attention there, and when I start to moan, he begins a slow, careful thrust into my ass, moving in shallow pulses, and all the sensations in my pussy are amplified by a million.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
I push back against him as he pushes into me, the glide of his cock growing smoother. I can feel myself relaxing into it, allowing his dick to stroke longer and deeper. His featherlight touch on my clit gets more aggressive, giving me a jolt of pleasure that shoots through me every time I swing my hips forward. The intensity is unbearable, a mix of sweetness and pain, agony and ecstasy, lifting me higher and higher. I’m completely consumed.
I moan his name over and over again as I crest the wave, my words devolving to harsh, animal moans when I come hard, shattering, my voice deafening my own ears. Sebastian moves faster and his hand slides down to my pussy, his fingers thrusting into me in time with his pumping into my ass.
