Page 50 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
“Oh, God…” It felt so fucking good, and watching him do it made me so hot, I couldn’t bring myself to protest. My mouth hung open as he slowly circled my clit with his tongue, dizzying, decadent arcs that made my toes curl and my hands claw at his crisp white bedsheets. Then he sucked it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it.
“You taste even better than I imagined, Skylar Nixon.” He picked up his head for just a second. “And I imagined it a lot. So you have to let me have this.” Dropping his mouth to me again, he pressed my thighs wider as he worked his tongue and lips and teeth over me until the room was spinning and I could hardly breathe.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” I panted. “You’re amazing. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
“Good. Let me feel it.”
I gasped as I felt one finger slide inside me. Then two. Somehow his fingers and tongue worked in some sort of tandem magic that had my back arching off the bed, my toes pointing.
“Oh God! What are you doing to me?” Dropping my head back, I fisted my hands in his sheets and writhed beneath his agile tongue and dexterous fingers.
Actually, writhed doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I thrashed and moaned and cursed and grabbed his head and rocked my hips, grinding against his greedy mouth until I exploded in feverish bursts of white hot madness, crying out with every rhythmic pulse around his fingers and against his tongue.
When my body had stopped convulsing, he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. “Still want to watch?”
“Fuck yes, I do.” Panting, I braced myself on my elbows, watching as he stepped off the bed and got completely naked. Moonlight dusted his shoulders and hair, outlining the powerful masculine lines of his body. The front of him was in shadow, but I could make out the serious expression, the flat hard stomach, the fully erect cock. It stood out from his body as he came toward me, and I nearly lunged for it, mouth open.
He knelt on the bed again, legs apart, and took himself in his fist. Slowly he began working his hand up and down its thick, hard length. I was breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “God. I could watch you all day.”
“I can still taste you.” His voice was low and gravelly. “You’re on my tongue, like honey.”
“Oh, God.” Desire ignited again inside me. I sat all the way up, knees wide, one hand moving between my legs. “I’m so wet. You’ve got me dripping.”
“Yes,” he hissed, his jaw clenched. His hand moved faster. “Drip all over your fingers. Let me watch.”
Without tearing my eyes from his body, I rubbed my clit in hard, steady circles, widening my knees and arching my back. The second orgasm built even quicker than the first, gathering momentum inside a minute. “Christ,” I whispered, working my fingers faster, watching the muscles in Sebastian’s abs and forearm and shoulder flex. “You’re going to make me come again. And you’re not even touching me.”
A few seconds later his body was sprawled over mine, his cock pushing easily inside my slick wet center. “I can’t take it, you’re too beautiful,” he whispered, driving deep. “And I’ve thought of this so many times—I can’t have you in my bed and not be inside you.”
“I want you inside me.” I clawed his back, his arms, his ass, digging my fingers into his flesh, pulling him closer. “You feel so good there.” And he did—so good I was starting to panic this was the best sex I’d ever have and I’d never feel this way again. What if this was a one-time deal? What if tomorrow the voice in his head told him he’d smother me in my sleep if I stayed the night? He reached behind me, tilting my hips up so he could rub the hard base of his cock against my clit as he rocked into me. I was both amazed and terrified by his skill, by his size, by the way he knew exactly what I needed to feel. Deep inside me, something began to tighten.
Too deep.
That deep.
Oh Jesus. Oh no.
Please, please don’t let Sebastian Pryce own the one cock that can reach The Spot.
But he did. The tip of Sebastian’s cock was hitting The Spot, territory uncharted, unknown, unreachable by all prior cock owners who’d attempted to scale the surrounding heights.
This couldn’t be.
No! No! No!
“Yes, yes, yes,” I breathed against his neck, my entire lower body seizing up, my nails clawing at his skin. Fucking hell, Sebastian…you’re so amazing and generous and hard and deep and fuck—“Oh God, you’re perfect. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Never,” he growled, thrusting faster and tighter to me. “Come again for me, let me feel you.”
My second climax hit me hard, and I dropped my head to the side, mouth open, gasping as my core muscles tightened around him, again and again and again.
He came before my orgasm had even ended, throbbing long and deep inside me, his body going plank stiff above me. My hands felt the muscles in his ass flexing, causing a fresh wave of contractions in my lower body, and I rode them out on a long, blissful sigh.
Perfection.
Perfection.
