Athena
Sebastian's weight pressed me onto the bed, his lips assaulting my neck, then moving to my chest. His fingers laid a gentle caress trailed along my waist before he swiftly pulled off my tank top. Our mouths collided in a heated, passionate kiss, igniting an undeniable and irresistible desire that consumed us both. The enigmatic power of our connection left us breathless, trapped in the throes of an electrifying longing.
Breaking the kiss, he looked me in the eye, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Even if my answer had been "no" all along, the tender tone of his voice and the love brimming in his eyes would have erased all doubts. The sheer depth of his care for me, the significance I held in his heart, made it impossible to resist.
"I am more certain than ever," I whispered, my voice barely audible, before drawing him into another scorching kiss. This time, the intensity was heightened, a fierce passion coursing through his lips.
Helpless under the spell of his touch, I melted into the depths of passion.
He unhooked my bra with a swift motion of his nimble fingers and threw it away. His hands came to toy with my breasts and my hips jerked, abruptly grinding against his. His bulge now rubbed against my throbbing pussy. I was dripping down there and it was certain that he could smell my arousal.
His lips still remained pressed against mine, his tongue pushing me to the edge of the cliff.
As he pinched my nipples between his fingers, A moan slipped past my lips and it got swallowed amid our heated kiss.
My hands instinctively clutched his muscular arms, seeking an anchor amidst the whirlwind of sensations. Yet, he had different intentions. With effortless strength, he captured my hands above my head, using a single hand to restrain me. His lips then descended upon my throat and finally my breast.
He sucked my nipple into his warm mouth, twirling his tongue around it with a slow, teasing motion, causing my back to arch and my eyes to almost roll to the back of my head.
The exquisite torment he inflicted upon me was both overwhelming and enticing. Though it pushed the boundaries of my endurance, a part of me yearned for even more.
Sensing my unspoken desires, he skillfully slipped his free hand into my shorts, setting in motion a thrilling exploration; his fingers landed on my wet heat, rubbing my folds and teasing my wet entrance.
"Sebastian..." I moaned, my voice quivering with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.
At that moment, it felt as if the air around us shifted, and I sensed something primal awaken within him. A low, rumbling growl escaped his chest, a sound that transcended humanity. It was his inner beast, unleashed and ready to claim what it desired.
"Fuck," He cursed under his breath, pulling my shorts down, throwing his away within the flash of a second and trailing his nose neck from my throat, to my cleavage, my belly button, and at last stopping at my lower abdomen, inhaling my scent as if I was his last meal, "You are killing me." His warm breath fell over my warm folds and I felt my juices sliding down my thighs.
God. I had never felt like this. It was out of this world.
"Damn, you smell delicious," He now traced his nose on my inner thighs. His breath danced against my skin triggering my withering body. Every fibre of my being yearned for his touch, particularly at the most sensitive part, which throbbed with an insatiable need.
I had no composure at all.
Beneath him, I felt as though I might splinter into fragments, but strangely, I no longer desired to remain whole. I willingly surrendered, relinquishing control to him. He possessed a remarkable power over me, commanding my body, soul, and mind effortlessly. Yet, he allowed me to guide his desires, granting me a profound influence over him.
"You are fucking perfect," He murmured, locking our eyes in a magnetic gaze. Time seemed to stand still as he gradually lowered his mouth and finally kissed my pussy like he'd kiss my lips. His tongue delved deeper into my folds, teasing my entrance before it pressed hard against my clit. The pulsating down there now mirrored the heavy thumps of my heart.
"Fuck, Athena," he growled, the raw need spoke through his words. "You really intend on killing me tonight, don't you?"
"Please..." I mewled, desperate, "I can't take it anymore."
"Nor can I," And then his mouth pressed against my clit for good, from kissing to sucking and biting--it moved in every carnal motion that ever existed. His skilled tongue drove me closer to the edge, and to add more to the torture, he pushed two of his fingers inside me, curling them as he eat me up like a hungry animal.
My hands clutched his hair, my body arched into his touch. The fire on my skin intensified, consuming me, and only Sebastian had the power to quench it.
Holy shit!
He possessed an understanding of my body. He knew how it functioned, how my mind functioned. Every contour, every hidden recess—he knew them all. With a mere whisper of his touch, he could unravel me completely.
The audacious moans tumbled from my lips, and their very sound seemed to fuel Sebastian, driving him to escalate his actions and push me to the brink of madness.
With each swipe and push of his tongue, each kiss and each lick, Jolts of electrifying pleasure surged through my body, igniting every cell. He explored every inch, leaving no spot untouched.
"I could do this all night long, Athena," He said in between sucking my folds and teasing me, "And trust me, I wouldn't get tired even for a second. You are fucking worth spending every minute of my life. Every breath and every heartbeat." His words fuelled my desires even more.
His declaration sent me spiralling into delirium.
Vulnerability gripped my core, rendering me defenceless.
I was naked and quivering beneath him, having a hard time processing the intense sensations coursing through my body whilst he caressed every inch of it, fingering my warm hole, and having me rock my hips with his skilful movements. I gasped for air, unable to hold it in, feeling my walls clench and unclench around his fingers that pummelled in and out, with an incredible speed. I was shaking, moaning, withering— a complete mess. Sweat covered my forehead.
"I am close," I managed to utter, trembling.
"I know love," I could feel his lips curve into a smirk, as he spoke, "Your body listens to me more than you."
He dove in once again, this time rolling his tongue around my clit and putting pressure on my centre. My hips violently jerked, my juices making a mess on the bedsheet and judging by the way Sebastian kept devouring me, I knew this was the least of the mess of this night.
"Sebastian, I can't hold it anymore," I cried out, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes, the intense pleasure had fogged my brain, shut off all of my thoughts and directed them around him only. God, his fingers and tongue, the warmth of his breathing and his stubble tickling— All of it transported me to a world surpassing all others in its sheer splendour and enchantment.
I didn't even know what I was asking at this point. Asking him to stop or telling him to continue, just so I could have the torturing release out of me.
"Then let it go, love," He said, and pushed his tongue inside of me, breaking the last ounce of strength I had left and I came apart beneath him. Screaming out my release whilst Sebastian triggered it by rubbing my sensitive clit in a rapid motion, which caused another orgasm to wash over me.
And since the two orgasms in a row were not enough for him, he pushed his fingers inside once again, stretching me as he sucked my clit in his mouth once again. Starting to finger me, with three times the speed compared to before.
"Sebastian!" I clenched the sheets with an iron grip. It'd only take the slightest increase in pressure my nails threatened to rend through the fabric.
The very next moment, another release washed over me. My hips jerking, and shaking, Sebastian's hands being the only thing keeping me in place.
He licked every drop of what I had offered. His tongue not missing a single inch.
Once done licking me clean, he hovered me and pulled me for a kiss. The taste of my own release rolled on my taste buds as his duelled with mine. I kissed him back, wishing for it to not end anytime soon, I wished I could kiss him forever without halting. However, the necessity for air reluctantly compelled us to part, if only temporarily.
"Are you tired?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hidden query that I understood all too well.
"No," I exhaled, my fingers entwining around his neck, drawing him nearer. My words brushed against his lips as I continued, "I'm anything but tired."
And...a smirk curved at his lips.