Page 41 of Home Again

“What kind of more?” he asked.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were glassy. “I don’t know. Just more.”

Sebastian went to the waist of her sleep shorts and she stopped him. “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t be naked while you have all of your clothes on.”

“That can be easily fixed.” Sebastian climbed off the bed and pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head. Gianna made a sound and he looked down at her. She was smiling. He smiled back. It was good to know that she liked how he looked.

This time when he started to unbutton and unzip his jeans, he watched her. When she licked her lips, his cock pulsed. Jesus, she was some sort of sex goddess and she had no fucking clue. Sebastian grabbed his wallet out of his jeans, then took out the condom and put it right beside the pillow. Then he pulled off his pants and was left in his boxer briefs.

“Is this enough? Can I take off your shorts now?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Thank fuck.”

Sebastian curled his fingers beneath the elastic waistband and tugged, then he groaned when he realized she wasn’t wearing panties. “Jesus, God.”

Her eyes flew up to stare at him. “It’s all good,” he promised her. He softened his voice. “You’re beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

He watched as the anxiety fled from her face. He finished stripping the shorts from her legs, then tossed them on the floor. He ran his fingers from her ankles to the insides of her thighs until they touched the lips of her sex. Gianna trembled beneath him. Sebastian smoothed his palms outwards to stroke her curvy thighs, and then he cupped the back of her knees and coaxed them up and out. She whimpered. When he looked up, she had the crook of her arm over her eyes.

“No cher, no. This is good. You’re beautiful.”

She shook her head, her wild curls flying across the pillows in a glorious tangle. Everything about her was so lushly feminine he would be lucky to not come after his first stroke inside her. He looked down at her glistening sex and used his thumbs to part her lips so he could taste her. Her exotic flavor took over all of his senses, so much so that he thought he was drowning. Vaguely he could hear all of the little sounds she was making, and that only encouraged him to ensure he brought her the most pleasure possible.

Sebastian pushed two fingers inside of her, stretching her snug flesh, turning and probing until he found that spot that had Gianna crying out with pleasure. He brushed, stroked, and caressed her until she arched up the bed screaming his name, her rapture soaking his fingers. Now she was ready. He pulled off his boxers.

“God, yes.” Gianna reached out and circled his straining flesh with her small hand, pumping his cock. “I need. Give me what I need,” she moaned.

He opened the condom and rolled it on.

He slid his cock along her folds, caressing her clit with the tip of his penis. “That’s good, but not what I want.”

He grinned. “What do you want?”

She touched him again, pulling him toward her entrance. Arching up so that their bodies could merge. “This. This is what I want.”

Sebastian pushed slowly inwards, watching Gianna’s face, making sure there was no sign of discomfort. She glared at him. “I’m fine!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust upwards…hard. There was no mistaking her cry of satisfaction.

Sebastian pushed the hair away from her face so that he could kiss her again. “I have never felt anything so good in my life.”

“You know what would be better?” she asked with a grin.

“What?” he asked as he kissed his way down her jaw.

“If you darn well started moving!”

He threw back his head and laughed.

“Darn it, don’t laugh. Move!”

Sebastian stopped smiling. His face turned serious and sensual. He began to slowly drive her out of her mind with thrust after thrust and stroke after stroke of pulsing heat. Gianna’s head thrashed side to side on the pillows, her nails digging into Sebastian’s back. “I can’t stand it anymore. Stop.”

“You’re not there yet,” he teased softly.

“But it feels so good,” she groaned.

He thrust deeper and she started to pant.

“It’s going to feel even better.” He twisted, making sure that he hit that spot inside that he’d caressed with his fingers.

“Sebastian,” Gianna wailed.

Stroke after stroke, he caressed her G-spot. He watched her grit her teeth and clench her jaw. He reached up and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, then nipped her earlobe. “Come, Gianna.”

She screamed.