Sebastian
"Sebastian, you have to talk to Vincent. Enough is enough; I can't handle him anymore," Athena walked into the room, her hair cascading down her waist, her skin flushed with frustration, "Moreover, we don't even have enough room for toys and dresses now. There are still hundreds of things that Asher hasn't even tried yet, but he just dropped off more than ten bags full of outfits, just now! Asher's growing so fast; he won't even get to try all of it. It's all going to be a waste. God, I can't take it!"
She threw her hands over her head. In her flowy white maxi dress, with no bra on, she did indeed look tempting. It might make me seem like a complete jerk, but I wasn't paying the least amount of attention to her words compared to what I was paying to her body now.
Oh, how I would love to tear that dress off of her and have her on the bed, clutching onto the sheets with her silky hair sprawled all over the pillow while with each thrust, I'd drive deeper into her—it'd be a delight.
"Sebastian! Are you even hearing me?" She waved her hand before my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Oh, yes, of course," I stammered, "It's utterly ridiculous of Vincent to do such a thing. He's wasting his money for nothing," I cleared my throat, hell, I needed to fuck her right now, "Where's Asher now?"
"Where do you think he would be?"
"With Tristan and Cora? Out on an ice cream date for three?"
"Exactly," she replied with a sigh, then settled on the bed beside me.
"And where's Vincent?"
"It's quite obvious, isn't it?" She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to put it in a messy bun, "He's out there, tracking them down to snatch Asher. He believes it's his Asher-day."
Okay, then...
With fewer chances of sudden visitors and more time on my hands, I could entertain the idea of one, two, three, four, or maybe even five rounds. God, just the thought sounded so fucking good.
"Hey, don't put it up. It looks good this way," I gently grabbed her hand, stopping her from tying her hair.
"What?" She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Come here," I slid my arm around her waist, and with a swift, confident movement, I pulled her onto my lap.
She gasped in surprise and blinked twice as she looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked her, my fingers delicately tracing the string of her sleeve. Before she could respond, I pressed my nose against her shoulder, inhaling her scent—God, she smelt exquisite.
She drew in a sharp breath, her voice quivering, "Sebastian..."
I slowly continued to trace my way down to her cleavage. Her dress with a V-collar only made it easier for me to access. I slid my hands to her rib cage, her petite body fitting perfectly in my grasp as I pulled her closer, ensuring she didn't have the chance to escape. Though the scent of her arousal indicated she had no intention of trying to get away, a little caution never hurt anyone, did it?
"You did use the breast pumps earlier, didn't you?" I inquired, as I continued my exploration further down her delicious, tempting body— Sliding my hand, I touched her pussy over her panties, rubbing small circles over her sex, and her wetness began to coat my fingers through the fabric, instantly.
"Yeah, why?"
"My bad luck. I'd thought you'd left some for me."
"Sebastian...!" She blushed deep red, but her soft exclamation quickly turned into a gasp as I slid my hand past her panties, my fingers slipping directly into her warm, tight center. Damn, she was still incredibly tight.
"So what do you say now? Does your mistake give me the chance to fuck you more than just twice," I whispered, before pushing another finger into her warmth. She gasped out loud, "Thrice? Or maybe...even more."
A soft, sexy moan finally escaped her lips.
God! If only she could see herself right now!
"Shall I take that as a yes?" I smirked against her neck before I kissed her smooth skin—she tasted like heaven.
I noticed the colour on her cheeks intensify, the shade of red as endearing as it had always been and always would be, "Do you really need to do this every time?"
"What? Earning approval from my mate?" I chuckled, slowly tracing her nipple through her maxi with my fingers, pinching them while I curled my fingers seated within her tight walls.
Another moan escaped her lips, even more sensual and enticing than the one before, urging me to elicit more of those delightful sounds from her—each one was like a seductive melody.
"You may not understand, Athena, but there's a unique pleasure in hearing you say you desire me as much as I do," I whispered against her neck, taking in her scent, causing her to shiver in my arms. Her eyes were closed, and she tightened her grasp on my sleeves, "You are an absolute masterpiece, and I want to worship you, again and again, for all time."
She opened her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip, a look of desire in her gaze.
I could have sworn I felt my dick twitch at that innocent little move of hers. God, even her breath could turn me on. That's how deeply this woman affected me.
She opened her mouth, presumably to say something, but I had already lost control.
"Fuck it," Without hesitation, I pressed our lips together. Her sweet scent enveloped my senses, and there was a slight tremor in her breathing from surprise. However, she soon yielded, kissing me back. Her tongue danced with mine, letting me consume her.
I could spend eternity just kissing her. I could live in this moment forever, and I could die here and now.
We broke apart after a solid minute, and she looked at me, her breathing heavy and her eyes dilated, her skin flushed.
I pulled her dress above her head and threw it away. She was fucking perfect.
"You are the best thing that ever happened to me," I whispered, flipping us so that she lay down on the bed, her delicate frame beneath me. My eyes took their sweet time, tracing every curve of her body, every detail, and even the way her flat stomach rose and fell with each breath—this sight would never cease to captivate me. Never.
"Sebastian, stop staring," she said, looking away, but her attempt to hide her smile was evident.
"I'm trying, but it's impossible," I unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it, then turned her to face me and locked her gaze with mine, "Every day, you only seem to become more beautiful, and now that you are..." I traced my fingers downward, sliding past her cleavage, feeling her shiver before hooking my fingers into her panties and slowly pulling that last piece of clothing down, "So shy and tender, I can't help myself," and I finally pulled that last piece of clothing down.
The scent of her arousal heightened my desires. I yearned to be inside her more than anything.
"Hell, Athena. You're going to be the death of me," I suppressed a growl as I parted her creamy thighs and kissed her folds. Her sweet taste nearly drove me crazy, unable to hold onto myself I grazed my teeth gently over her clit.
"Oh my god," her hands flew to clutch onto my hair.
I continued to kiss her there, once again, licking and sucking her soft folds—she could absolutely be my last meal. I'd willingly let her be.
Her hips shook as I delved deeper, fucking her cunt with my tongue while she involuntarily ground herself into my mouth, granting me even better access. Her moans filled the room, her rapid breaths and racing heartbeats all too evident—she was on the edge.
"Come for me, Athena," I whispered, kissing her soft pussy, licking her from her slit to the peak of her pleasure.
She trembled, threw her head back, and her inner muscles clenched as she reached her climax, screaming out my name. Her sweet essence flooded my mouth.
Fuck. This was pure bliss.
I licked her clean, savoring every drop she had to offer. Her scent, her taste, the way she permeated my senses— I was fucking obsessed.
I hovered over her once again. If I hadn't been so aroused, I would have continued to eat her out until the sun went down. However, the discomfort in my trousers had reached its limit, and I was desperate to be inside her.
She slid her hands around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Her movements were gentle and tender, mirroring her nature. Once our lips parted, she began to slide down my trousers. I helped her remove that bothersome piece of clothing from my body and kissed her once more, slowly positioning myself at her entrance.
She let out a soft moan, her body jerking in response to the sudden contact, especially when I rubbed my tip against her.
Her eyes closed, and her breathing quickened once more. "Sebastian..."
That was it. I couldn't hold back any longer. In the next moment, I gripped her thighs and thrust into her in one swift motion.
She nearly screamed, crying out in pleasure, and this time, a groan escaped my lips. She felt too damn good to be real. Yet, here she was, writhing in ecstasy beneath me, all mine and undeniably real.
What had I done to deserve her? I must have been a virtuous man in a past life, or why else would God bless me with such a gift?
As I began thrusting into her, her moans grew louder, and her hips matched the rhythm of my movements, taking me deeper each time. She clung to my shoulders, her face buried in my neck, allowing me to explore every inch of her. Soon, I abandoned the slow pace, plunging into her with all I had. The bed bounced and shook beneath us as I fucked her.
The exquisite sounds that escaped her lips only urged me to go faster. I gripped the headboard tightly, thrusting even deeper, almost cracking it under the pressure. Our bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, even amid the intensity. I could easily lock our eyes and hear her whispered words that instantly brought a rosy blush to her cheeks. I watched her eyes roll back in sheer pleasure when I hit sensitive spots, again and again, without relenting.
Soon, I felt her walls clenching around my member, causing my thrusts to lose their rhythm as I, too, lost my composure.
She was on the brink, and I was right there with her.
I increased my pace even further, the impending release and Athena's tempting form below me pushing me beyond my limits. Everything seemed to blur as I reached my peak, releasing inside her while locking her lips with mine. A fiery sensation surged through my veins, momentarily causing the world to come to a standstill around us.
She climaxed as well, following my lead, her nails nearly digging into my skin.
She sighed heavily, utterly spent, but I felt entirely different. Just seconds after my release, the desire crept back up my skin.
"Are you tired?" I asked, tracing small circles on her waist as I pulled back slightly.
Her brows rose in surprise, fully comprehending the implication behind my question. A blush crept up her face, and this time, even the tips of her ears turned crimson.
A few seconds of silence were all it took before she managed to muster, "Well... maybe not."
A smirk curled at my lips. "Well, then it's round two."