I wiggled out of the high-waisted two piece and stood between his knees. He drew a hand up my leg, pushed my thighs apart. He leaned forward, brought his mouth to my mound. Licked over my folds, circled my clit. It was the kind of attention that registered as exactly what I needed, but not nearly enough of it. Still, I wobbled under his teasing, had to steady myself with a hand on his shoulder. The ache inside me was unlike any other. It curled and squeezed, and the tension moved out from my center like spilled ink. I felt that need in my belly, my thighs, my ass. It was everywhere, clenching and pulsing, and I didn't think I'd survive if I didn't feel him inside me.
He glanced at me, his big hands digging into the soft of my legs. "Take your hair down."
"No, it's crazy from being in the water earlier."
"I love it crazy." Despite it being a tangled mess, I shook out my hair and tossed the scrunchie aside. He leaned back against the cushions, patted his upper thigh. "Right here. Right now."
Since I didn't have to be asked twice, I climbed into his lap, my knees on either side of him and my breasts in his face. I didn't drop down, didn't connect with the thick shaft trapped under his shorts. Not yet. "Like this?"
He nodded, his forehead between my breasts and his hands on my waist. "Exactly like this."
"Are you thinking about the teenage cheerleader version of me?" I laced my hands behind his head, sifted my fingers through his hair. "Or the private school version of me? Or is it a blend of both?"
He shifted his head, bared his teeth against my breast. "I'm thinking about the woman who yanked off her skirt, did a back flip in front of me, and filled my fantasy bank for the rest of eternity. That's who I'm thinking about. Now, give me those perfect little tits."
He bit a mark into the side of my breast before yanking my face down to his and kissing me hard enough to steal my breath. Whatever inhibitions I had left, that kiss shook them free. I was burning from it, from the absolute heat of him all around me. Though the thought had never once crossed my mind before, I knew this was what it felt like to be branded. To be claimed. To be such a fucking mess and still surrender myself to him for safe keeping because I knew he would do exactly that.
It was a good thing my body was too busy rocking against his erection and clenching around nothing right now because that thought was enough to make me want to run the hell away. Just get up and go—go anywhere, anywhere else, anywhere but here, where I could be stuck and trapped and powerless because that was what happened when someone else was in control.
"Whatever you're thinking," he started, "don't doubt that I'll fuck it right out of you."
I reached for the waistband of his shorts with unsteady hands, edged them down just enough to allow his shaft to pop free. "I might need you to do that."
He ran his hand over my hip, around to my ass. Drove his fingers into the soft tissue, shaking as if he wanted to see how hard he could grip me. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, sighing and growling as he went on squeezing me. I didn't think I could endure much more teasing when he dragged that nipple between his teeth, the barest of bites, and I fisted his cock between us.
We watched as I lowered myself, as he disappeared inside me. He pushed all the air out of me. All the sense too. The only thing I could do was gasp down at us, at the thickness between my legs that led to the searing heat inside me. My thighs shook from the strain of this position, but I wanted it this way. I wanted my hands on those broad shoulders, my perfect little tits in his face. And I wanted to be in charge this time. I wanted to feel it this way.
Sebastian flexed his fingers on my backside, saying, "If you don't move in the next six seconds, I am going to do it for you."
I shifted forward, my knees closer to his hips now and his fingertips drilling bruises into my ass. I felt him everywhere. Even the predatory way he stared at me, his jaw tense. I felt that—and I felt like I'd belonged to him for a lifetime, like everything that was mine had always been his, and I realized I wanted it that way. I wanted to be possessed in every filthy and beautiful and painfully real way I could be, and I wanted him to be the one possessing me. And the secret I wasn't prepared to share with him—barely with myself—was that I wanted to possess him too. I wanted to own him with all of my savagery, collect him and gather him up with all of my frantic perfectionism. I wanted him so much that I could barely breathe around my desperation to escape from these truths.
Every inch of me was hot and sensitive, and my nipples needed so much attention, they hurt. "I know what I'm doing," I whispered. "Just watch."
I couldn't tear my eyes off him as he stared down at where I was spread around him, as a gulp moved through his throat. "I think I'm watching you kill me with your cunt."
I moved my hips, found a slow, rolling motion that sent his head falling back against the cushions. His lips parted, the hand on my ass tightened. "Is that what I'm doing?"
"If you kill me here, you'll have a lot of explaining to do. Just remember that."
He brought his free hand to my breast, swiped a thumb over my aching nipple. That swipe went directly to my center, a deep, glorious throb that set off a small wave of shivers that radiated out, out, out, until I was trembling.
Looking me over with that same, old arrogant grin, he said, "That was quick."
"It's your own fault," I said, arching my back and sinking down on him once again.
"I'm aware of that. I'm damn pleased about it, if you don't mind me being honest."
His hold on my ass was brutal. It was like he wanted to tear that piece of me off, keep it for himself. Or maybe he just wanted me to remember him tomorrow when— No. I wasn't thinking about that. Wasn't going there. We had eighteen hours left before the real world came calling. Eighteen hours before we slipped back into our old world, our old cycle, the old patterns. The way it was before we found ourselves on the same island. I wasn't thinking about that. I couldn't.
"I'll get you there again," he promised, going for my nipples. He drew one between his lips as I found a fast, bouncing rhythm over him. "If we had that little clit sucker toy, you'd already be there."
I edged my thighs wider, trying to get him deeper. I needed all of him, every last inch. I needed it now because I didn't know what came next. "Why do you like my toys so much?"
He switched to the other nipple, gripped my ass harder still. "Because you like them."
I felt the first twinge of fabric burn on my knees. I didn't care. "That's not why."
"All right, yeah, that's not why," he said, sliding an arm across my back and anchoring me with a hand on my shoulder. He jammed me down hard, almost as hard as the cock shuttling over my swollen skin, and we cried out together. "I love it when you're strong. When you're just fucking strong, Sara. And I love it when you fall the fuck apart for me, but all I have is a dick and some fingers and a tongue, so I'll take all the help I can get because you don't fall apart the first time. You need me to make your blood pump so fucking hard that you can't hear any of the noise in your head. You need me to break you down, piece by piece, until all you can do is blink up at me with those big eyes and ask for more. You need me to do that for you, and Sara, sweetheart, I need it just as much."