Page 47 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
“I love that you’re wet already,” I said, sliding one fingertip inside her, the other hand gripping the wheel tightly.
“I’ve been wet since you took your shirt off on the dock,” she breathed. “God, that feels so good. I want more.” She grabbed my wrist and pushed my finger deeper inside her, nearly causing me to run off the road.
Breathing hard, I fingered her as she moaned softly, imagining my dick sliding between those soft, snug velvet walls. It swelled inside my pants, bulging against the seam. “My cock is so hard right now,” I told her, trying to keep my voice steady as my foot pushed harder on the accelerator. “I want to fuck you with it. I want it right here.” I plunged two fingers inside her.
“Sebastian,” she panted, gyrating against my hand. “I want you so badly. I want my hands on your cock, and I want it inside me. Hurry.”
My mouth fell open. Jesus Christ. I’d never been with a woman who talked that way, ever. And the fact that it was Skylar had me jumping out of my skin.
OK, fuck the candles and wine.
I turned off the main highway on to my driveway, tires screeching, gravel spitting, and flew fifty feet through the woods toward the cabin before slamming on the brakes.
Before I even had the truck in park, she was slipping her shoes from her feet.
I undid my belt and jeans and shoved them down enough to free my cock. “Shit, I don’t have a—“
“I don’t care.” Eyes on my erection, she slid her panties down her legs. “I’m on the pill.”
“Then come here.” I reached for her, flipping her onto my lap.
Reaching beneath her dress, I fisted my cock as she straddled me and positioned the tip between her legs. For just one second, I had a flash of doubt. Not an obsessive thought, but just a concern. She’s so small.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Lowering herself, she took me in deep, slowly sliding all the way down, her eyes steady on mine, her hands squeezing my shoulders. “I want this, Sebastian. I want this so badly. I fucking need it. Give it to me.”
My name on her lips as she glided over the most sensitive part of my body set fire to my blood. With her tight, wet pussy sheathing my cock, any thought of turning back was abandoned. My body took over, yanking down the loose straps of her dress and taking her breasts in my hands. They were perfect—not too big, but round and plump and creamy white, with pert little light pink tips. “Yes,” she breathed when I sucked on one taut peak, her hips beginning to move over mine. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
Oh fuck.
This could potentially be over ridiculously, tragically fast. She was too beautiful, too warm, too wet, too fearless. And the way she was looking at me, like my cock was the best thing she’d ever felt inside her, like she couldn’t get enough and yet it was too much, like she wanted this as much as I did. Was that even possible? I slid my hands beneath her dress, clutching her to me as I flicked her nipple with my tongue and thrust up inside her.
“Yes, yes,” she murmured, rocking against me, her fingers digging into my arms. “I love your mouth on me, and your body is so hot, and your face is so beautiful, and your cock is so big—”
“Fuck,” I seethed, sucking air between my teeth. “Goddammit, Skylar. I wanted to take my time, give you everything you want. You keep moving like that, talking like that, I won’t be able to last.”
“I’m getting everything I want.” Grinding against me, she arched her back and swiveled her hips in some clever little female maneuver that had me groaning in agony. “Right now. Right here. Right there…fuck yes, right there.”
“Yeah? You want it right there?” I tilted my lower body to give her a deeper angle, and she cried out, her eyes closing, her movements small but fast and frantic and fuck she was so beautiful when she came, her head thrown back, her mouth open wide, her pussy clenching my cock in tight, hard contractions.
Heat buzzed through my arms and legs, centering in my groin as I grabbed her hips and worked her up and down my cock, my eyes fastened on her perfect tits as they bounced in front of me. God, she was so wet and tight and her little noises were so hot and this was so much better than my fantasies because she was here and I was coming inside her right. fucking. now. I growled, my body seizing up as the climax hit, but she kept moving, sliding up and down my shaft, crying out every time her ass hit my thighs, taking every last drop I had to give.
When my body had gone still, she ran her hands through my hair, down my arms, up my chest, finally taking my head in her arms, pulling it to her chest. I lay my cheek against her breasts and listened to her heartbeat, closing my eyes and thanking whatever gods existed for letting me have this, even if it was only for tonight.
“Did I rush you?” she asked breathlessly, her lips against my forehead.
“No.” I slid my hands up the back of her dress and locked my arms around her. “Believe me, I’m happy I held out as long as I did.”
She laughed. “I like hearing you’re happy.”
Then stay with me, I thought. Stay with me.
Holy shit, who is this guy?
He was so different. So relaxed and at ease in his skin, so unafraid. I wondered if it was stress relief—the sex itself—or if it was that he’d broken down a barrier—sex with me. But I didn’t dare ask about it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?
We went into the cabin and cleaned up, Sebastian offering the bathroom to me first. “There are clean washcloths in the bottom left drawer, towels under the sink, soap in the shower. Use anything you want.”
I felt pretty wet and sticky, so I decided to take a quick shower. I hung my dress and panties on the door and washed up with a bar of soap in his shower that smelled delicious and looked like
