Page 30 of Looking for Seth

"I'm not wearing any," I responded. "I didn't think I'd need it."

Seth let out a small growl. "I'm glad you didn't tell me that earlier."

"I thought you realised I wasn't wearing any then either." The corner of my lips quirked up into a smile. Without waiting for him to repeat the request, I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head in one swift movement.

The cool breeze caressed my skin, making me incredibly aware that I was naked.

Seth froze and stared at me, his gaze drinking in every part of me and making me forget all of the insecurities I could possibly have about my body. Not that I had many.

He stripped off his own shirt and stepped closer. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you." My gaze dropped to his lips, which he seemed to notice.

His kiss was hungrier than before, like his need had been driven even higher by the sight of me. I didn't think I'd ever felt so desirable.

I stepped backwards until I came into contact with my dresser and couldn't go any further. I broke our kiss to tell him, but a wicked glint entered his eyes as if he'd had the perfect idea of how to deal with the situation.

He pushed me back so I was sitting on top of the dresser and sank to his knees, making my breathing hitch and desire swirl within me.

Seth's gaze locked onto mine as he lifted one of my legs and kissed my ankle. He moved up my leg slowly, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Each one built the anticipation inside me and made me yearn for what was to come.

By the time he reached my inner thigh, I was so close to the edge that I knew it wasn't going to take long for me to topple over. Though no doubt that was his intention.

I parted my legs further, encouraged by his hot breath on my core.

He looked up, meeting my gaze and holding it as he lowered his lips to my centre.

A small whimper escaped me despite the fact he wasn't even touching me yet. No doubt this was payback for the torturous thoughts I'd inflicted on him earlier.

Delicious, sweet torture that I couldn't get enough of.

He drew his tongue along the length of me, causing a jolt of desire to pass through my entire body. His arms curled under my legs and hiked them up, giving him better access.

I cried out as his tongue circled around the spot that would drive me over the edge. Each motion threatened to do just that, but didn't quite manage. Something I was certain he was aware of.

One of my hands grasped hold of the edge of the dresser, needing to do something to steady myself, while the fingers of my other tugged on his hair. Though whether it was because I wanted him to go easier, or harder, I wasn't sure.

He took it as the latter and increased his pace. He let go of my left leg and moved his hand so he was perfectly poised to enter me with them.

He pushed a finger into me, not slowing down with the attention of his tongue as he added another, curling them up inside me and hitting the spot that made me cry out.

It was too much, and a wave of pleasure crashed through me, impossible to ignore in its intensity. I let out a long moan, but Seth didn't stop, only prolonging the release to the point of pure ecstasy.

I came down hard, my whole body a symphony of desire.

Seth stood, a satisfied smile on his face. "You okay?"

"Mmhmm, and you know it."

"I do." He leaned forward and kissed me gently. I could feel his own desire simmering underneath, but in this moment, he seemed to want me to feel like I was the only person in the world.

He was successful. I didn't think I'd ever felt like this before.

But I wasn't about to leave him go unsatisfied. I reached down between us and fumbled with his belt, my hand brushing against my sensitive core as I did and pulling a small moan from me in response.

My body definitely wasn't done with him.

"Let me return the favour," I whispered against his lips, shifting so I could get down from the dresser.