Athena
The first rays of morning sunlight fought their way through the dense veil of clouds, casting a soft, ethereal glow upon our entangled bodies. Gentle breezes danced through the open windows, carrying with them a whisper of freshness that mingled with the warmth enveloping us. In this intimate space, time seemed to lose its meaning as we surrendered ourselves to unbridled passion.
I had long lost track of the countless times I had come apart beneath him, while he, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, had reached the pinnacle of release only three times. He was reckless and I loved it.
Intense waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I clung to Sebastian, holding onto him as if he were my lifeline. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, my teeth sank into his shoulder, "Sebastian..." I rode my high once again.
His voice, raw with desire, filled the space between us, "God, I love you." His raspy breath caressed my face, his lips inches apart from mine. With each powerful thrust, he continued to drive in and out of me with an unwavering speed he'd set at the start of the night,
I loved him. The way he smelt, every curve of his smile, the way his lips moulded perfectly against mine—the sheer existence of him set my heart ablaze. When he was near, the world around us faded into insignificance. My obsession with him knew no bounds.
My hips rocked matching each of his thrusts. Sometimes he went slow, sometimes he was hard and fast and sometimes he'd just stop for a few seconds and explore every inch of my body just to tell that—I belonged to him, solely him and him only.
"I don't think I can take it anymore...." I whimpered even though my throbbing centre asked for more.
"But your body says something else, love," He emitted a husky chuckle, angling himself to hit deeper as he slid his hands down my thighs, lifting them and hooking them around his hips, "I think.....you can still take it for a very long time."
I threw my head backwards, panting and crying out of pleasure.
He kept going, now adding to the torture as he vigorously rubbed my clit. Pushing an amount of pressure that drove me to the edge within seconds.
"Come for me, Athena," he growled, squeezing my breast and continuing with the clit torture.
Another release washed over me the very next moment.
Fuck he was right when he said that my body listened to him more than it did me.
I didn't know whether I was supposed to hate it or love it; Whatever my choice should have been, perhaps fitting to the idealism of right and wrong, I could not deny that both ignited pleasure. A certain amount that drove me crazy.
"Told ya, you can still take it for a very long time," He smirked against my lips, speeding up his movements once again.
Damn, this man. He had mastered how to push my buttons and break my restraints without doing anything at all.
The moment he was about to pull away, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him closer, slamming my lips against his and thrusting my tongue into his mouth— Enough was enough. I did not care if I was tired, weary, and barely breathing— He was close to me, inside of me, and I was going to relish every second of it. I wanted him as much as he did.
I could have sworn that I felt him suppressing a shiver as I ran my fingers down to the back of his neck and the contours of his back, rock-hard solid muscles that asked for attention.
He was the one to break the kiss, and release a deep groan, I could feel that he was near his release.
It was a sure case, he was going to hold it in for more just to push me to the cliff once again until I fell and crumbled.
"You are being unfair," I grabbed his jaw and pulled him close once again, brushing my lips against his, "You take control all the time...and make me surrender.
"When have I ever been fair?" His thrusts went wild, making my body bounce and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.
"Should I be unfair too?" I asked, panting and moaning as moved closer and bit down his bottom lip, rolling it between my teeth, and then I clenched my muscles around his length, as tight as I could.
"Shit!" He hissed, his dick jerked inside of me and I took the opportunity to repeat the same movement and this time his thrusts were thrown off of the rhythm, telling me that he was closer.
I pulled him for a kiss, "Come inside me, Sebastian."
And just like my body had always followed his command, his one did too. He grunted, emptying his load inside of me, which triggered a mini orgasm within, before he fell hot and heavy over me.
Despite the exhaustion, a smile tugged at my lips and I tangled my fingers with his hair locks, "I won."
"Evil woman," I heard his raspy chuckle, before he buried his nose into my neck, inhaling my scent, "You played dirty."
"I will be playing dirty from now on," I breathed out a chuckle and he looked at me smiling.
"Is that so?" he asked and a smirk curved at his lips, "Let me play dirty this time then."
And I felt him hardening inside of me...once again.
Oh no....
****
We both sank into the soothing depths of the tub, the hot water melting away my tension and flooding my veins with calm. As he washed my body, his touch gentle yet electric, I felt the brush of his lips against my skin, stealing kisses in between each stroke of the loofah.
"First, you cover me in hickeys, and now you plan on deepening them?" I chuckled, feeling Sebastian's kisses trailing from my neck down to my shoulder.
"Not at all."
Of course, his kisses were gentle but I couldn't resist teasing him further. How could anyone let this wonderful opportunity slip away from their hands?
"Liar," I replied, my laughter mingling with the steamy air.
"Hey, my kisses are gentle," A hint of disbelief laced his voice as he protested.
"It doesn't seem like it," I shrugged, "It seems more like you're determined to leave these marks for at least a week."
A mischievous tone suddenly crept into his voice as he countered, "Is that so? Well, perhaps I should ensure they last even longer."
oh no...
"No, that is wro—"
Before I could utter a word, his mouth sealed over my neck, causing my eyes to flutter shut and a soft gasp to escape my lips. His teeth grazed the sensitive spots, deliberately leaving marks as he trailed his kisses along my neck. The pace was unhurried, each movement deliberate and languid, ensuring that I felt every inch of his touch.
Beneath the water, his fingers traced gentle circles on either side of my waist, his lips continuing their exploration down my shoulder.
The intensity of his actions threatened to overwhelm me, and I knew I had to regain control. My body had already experienced more than it could handle.
"Okay, okay, fine!" I managed to breathe out, a chuckle mingling with my words. I grabbed his hands, pulling away ever so slightly to meet his gaze, "I give up. I was just teasing you."
"I thought so," he replied, a laugh escaping his lips as he pulled me back into his embrace.
I released a sigh of relief , "Thank God."
A rumble of amusement emanated from his chest as he resumed washing me, his touch meticulous and tender, caressing every curve and exploring every nook and cranny. Leaning against his chest, as he massaged the sore spots on my shoulder and back, I allowed myself to delve into the memories of the past, willingly immersing myself in them.
Surprisingly, the memories no longer held the same terror as before. They felt like a challenging journey that taught me invaluable lessons, and now, I have no regrets..
A tinge of uncertainty lingered in the air as the reminiscences stirred questions about familiar yet unfamiliar individuals. Gathering my courage, I turned to Sebastian, seeking the truth that had been nagging at my mind.
"Sebastian, can I ask you something?"
His response was immediate, his affectionate kiss landing on my head as he drew me closer, his hand gently caressing my shoulder. "Yes, anything, my love," his fingers traced soothing patterns up and down my arm.
I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "Did you have any feelings for Celine?"
The question had gnawed at me for some time, yet I had hesitated to bring it up. But today, in the midst of our intimacy, it felt like the right moment to seek clarity.
Silence hung heavy for a few seconds before Sebastian let out a sigh, breaking the stillness. "No, love. I didn't," he confessed, his voice laced with a mix of honesty and regret. "Though there were moments when I cared for her, it was never more than that. In the life I was living at the time, my involvement with her happened without reason. I found her attractive, yes, but I didn't feel anything for her. That's why, perhaps, you never saw a single mark on her. She was a part of one of the dark corners of my past, and she fit perfectly there for her own reasons.
The next question slipped out before I could stop it. "Then why did you consider marking her?"
Sebastian's expression shifted, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "The reason is the same. She didn't stir the depths within me like you did. I foolishly believed that pushing you away and continuing with her would allow me to maintain the life I thought I wanted. It was a terrible choice, one that put both you and our child under—"
Placing a finger gently on his lips, I silenced him. "I understand. None of us needs to bring the past between us again," I whispered, my voice filled with empathy. "Let's forget what has gone by, okay?"
A soft, gentle smile splayed on his lips and he nodded, "Okay."
"But if I ask you for something...." I spoke, slipping my hands around his neck and pulling him close as I pressed my forehead against his, "Will you give me that?"
"Anything you ask for, my love,"
Drawing in a shuddering breath, I mustered the courage to voice my deepest desire, my voice a whisper, "Mark me, Sebastian."