Sebastian Knight
Chapter 13- Liliana
"Shh." Sebestian's soothing voice is at odds with the teasing, even-tempo rhythm of his wicked fingers. "Still, baby, still."
Releasing one breast, he reaches up behind me and splays his hand around the nape of my neck.
Leaning forward, he takes my now bereft nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, his wet hair tickling me. At the same time, his thumb stops skimming across my other elongated nipple. Instead, he takes it between his thumb and forefinger and tugs and twists it gently.
"Ah! Sebastian!" I groan and buck forward on his lap.
But he doesn't stop. He continues the slow, leisurely, agonizing tease. And my body is burning as the pleasure takes a darker turn.
"Sebastian, please," I whimper, beg almost.
"Hmm," he hums low in his chest. "I want you to come like this."
My nipple gets a brief respite as his words caress my skin, and it's like he's calling to a deep, dark part of my psyche that only he knows. When he resumes with his teeth this time, the pleasure is almost intolerable. Moaning loudly, I writhe on his lap, trying to find some precious friction against his pants. I pull uselessly against my restraining panties, itching to touch him, but I'm lost-lost in this treacherous sensation.
"Please," I whisper, pleading, and pleasure flies through my body, from my neck, right down to my legs, to my toes, tightening all in its wake.
"You have such beautiful breasts, baby." He groans. "One day I'll fuck them."
What the hell does that mean? Opening my eyes, I gape down at him as he suckles me, my skin singing under his touch. I no longer feel my sodden blouse, deep inside me, and all thought evaporates as my body tightens and clenches . . . ready, reaching . . . pining for release. And he doesn't stop-teasing, pulling, driving me wild. I want . . . I want . . .
"Let go," he breathes.
I do, loudly, my orgasm convulsing through my body, and he stops his sweet torture and wraps his arms around me, clutching me to him as my body spirals down from my climax. When I open my eyes, he is gazing down at me where I rest against his chest.
"God, I love to watch you come, baby." His voice is full of wonder.
"That was . . ." Words fail me.
"I know." He leans forward and kisses me, his hand still at the nape of my neck, holding me just so, angling my head so he can kiss me deeply-with love, with reverence.
I am lost in his kiss. He pulls away to draw breath, his eyes the color of a tropical storm.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, hard," he murmurs.
Holy cow. Grabbing me around the waist, he lifts me from his thighs down to the edge of his knees and reaches with his right hand for the button on the waistband of his navy pants. He runs the fingers of his left hand up and down my thigh, stopping at my stocking tops each time.
He's watching me intently. We're face to face and I'm helpless, trussed up in my bra and by my panties, and this has to be one of the most intimate times we've had-me sitting on his lap, staring into his beautiful gray eyes.
It makes me feel wanton, but also so connected to him-I am not embarrassed or shy. This is Sebastian, my lover, my overbearing megalomaniac, my Sebastian -the love of my life. He reaches for his zipper, and my mouth goes dry as his erection springs free.
He smirks. "You like?" he whispers.
"Hmm," I murmur appreciatively.
He wraps his hand around himself and moves it up and down . . . Oh my. I gaze up at him through my lashes. Fuck, he's so sexy.
"You're biting your lip, Liliana."
"That's because I'm hungry."
"Hungry?" His mouth opens in surprise, and his eyes widen a fraction.
"Hmm . . ." I agree and lick my lips.
He gives me his enigmatic smile and bites his lower lip as he continues to stroke himself. Why is the sight of him pleasuring himself such a turn-on?
"I see. You should have eaten your lunch." His tone is mocking and censorious at once. "But maybe I can oblige." He puts his hands on my waist. "Stand," he says softly, and I know what he's going to do. I get to my feet, my legs no longer shaking.
"Kneel."
I do as I'm told and kneel down on the cool tiled floor of the bathroom. He slides forward on the seat of the chair.
"Kiss me," he utters holding his erection.
I glance up at him, and he runs his tongue over his top teeth.
It's arousing, very arousing, to see his desire, his naked desire for me and my mouth. Leaning forward, my eyes on his, I kiss the tip of his erection. I watch him inhale sharply and clench his teeth. Sebastian cups the side of my head, and I run my tongue over the tip, tasting the small bead of dew on the end.
Hmm . . . he tastes good. His mouth drops open further as he gasps and I pounce, pulling him into my mouth and sucking hard.
"Ah-" The air hisses through his teeth, and he flexes his hips forward, thrusting into my mouth.
But I don't stop. Sheathing my teeth behind my lips, I push down and then pull up on him. He moves both hands so that he fully cups my head, burying his fingers in my hair and slowly eases himself in and out of my mouth, his breathing quickening, growing harsher. I twirl my tongue around his tip and push down again in perfect counterpoint to him.
"Jesus, baby." He sighs and screws his eyes tightly.
He's lost and it's heady, his response to me. Me. My inner goddess could light up Escala, she's so thrilled. And very slowly I draw my lips back, so it's just my teeth.
"Ah!" Sebastian stops moving.
Leaning forward he grabs me and pulls me up onto his lap.
"Enough!" he growls.
Reaching behind me, he frees my hands with one tug on my panties. I flex my wrists and stare from under my lashes into scorching eyes that gaze back at me with love and longing and lust. And I realize it's me that wants to fuck him seven shades of Sunday.
I want him badly. I want to watch him come apart beneath me. I grab his erection and scoot over him. Placing my other hand on his shoulder, very gently and slowly, I ease myself onto him.
He makes a guttural, feral noise deep in his throat and, reaching up, pulls off my blouse letting it fall to the floor. His hands move to my hips.
"Still," he rasps, his hands digging into my flesh. "Please, let me savor this. Savor you."
I stop. Oh my . . . he feels so good inside me. He caresses my face, his eyes wide and wild, his lips parted as he breathes. He flexes beneath me and I moan, closing my eyes.
"This is my favorite place," he whispers. "Inside you. Inside who is mine."
Oh fuck. Sebastian. I cannot hold back. My fingers glide into his hair, my lips seek his, and I start to move. Up and down on my toes, savoring him, savoring me. He groans loudly, and his hands are in my hair and around my back, and his tongue invades my mouth greedily, taking all that I willingly give.
After all will always have this. I love him so much, it's almost overwhelming. His hands move to my backside and he controls me, moving me up and down, again and again, at his pace-his hot, slick tempo.
"Ah," I groan helplessly into his mouth as I'm carried away.
"Yes. Yes, baby," he hisses, and I rain kisses on his face, his chin, his jaw, his neck. "Baby," he breathes, capturing my mouth once more.
"Oh, Sebastian, I love you. I will always love you." I'm breathless, wanting him to know, wanting him to be sure of me after our battle of wills today.
He moans loudly and wraps his arms around me tightly as he climaxes with a mournful sob, and it's enough-enough to push me over the brink once more. I clutch my arms around his head and let go, and I come around him, tears springing to my eyes because I love him so.
"Hey," he whispers, tipping my chin back and gazing at me with quiet concern. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"
"No," I mutter reassuringly.
He smoothes my hair off my face, wipes away a lone tear with this thumb and tenderly kisses my lips. He is still inside me. He shifts, and I wince as he pulls out of me.
"What's wrong, baby? Tell me."
I sniff. "It's just . . . it's just sometimes I'm overwhelmed by how much I love you," I whisper.
After a beat, he smiles his special shy smile-reserved for me, I think. "You have the same effect on me," he whispers, and kisses me once more.
I smile, and inside my joy unfurls and stretches lazily. "Do I?"
He smirks. "You know you do."
"Sometimes I know. Not all the time."
"Back at you, Liliana," he whispers.
I grin and gently place feather-light kisses over his chest. I nuzzle his chest hair. Sebestian caresses my hair and runs a hand down my back. He unclasps my bra and pulls the strap down one arm. I shift, and he tugs the strap down the other arm and drops my bra on the floor.
"Hmm. Skin on skin," he murmurs appreciatively and folds me in his arms again.
He kisses my shoulder and runs his nose up to my ear. "You smell like heaven, Liliana."
"So do you, Sebestian." I nuzzle him again and inhale his scent, which is now mixed with the heady scent of sex.
I could stay wrapped in his arms like this, sated and happy, forever. Sebastian buries his nose in my hair and inhales deeply. I let out a contented sigh, and I feel his smile.
And we sit, arms clasped around each other, saying nothing. Eventually reality intrudes.
"It's late," Sebastian says, his fingers methodically stroking my back.
"Should we head to the bedroom for a rest?" I kiss his chest once more and reluctantly stand.
"Don't go." Grabbing my hips, he turns me around. He straightens then undoes my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. He holds his hand out to me.
I take it and step out of my skirt. Now I am dressed solely in stockings and garter belt.
"You are a mighty fine sight, Liliana." He sits back in the chair and crosses his arms, giving me a full and frank appraisal.
I hold out my hands and twirl for him. "God, I'm a lucky son of a bitch," he says admiringly.
"Yes, you are."
He grins. "Put my shirt on, then we can go to bed."
Knowing that he's watching my every move, I sashay over to where we left my shoes and his shirt. Bending slowly, I reach down, pick up his shirt, smell it-hmm-then shrug it on.
Sebastian's eyes are round. He's redone his fly and is watching me intently. "That's quite a floor show, baby."
I giggle before grabbing his hand and helping him up before we went into his bedroom that was on the plane.
