“Oh, God,” she cries out, and her entire body spasms again.
“I bet I could make you come like this.” I give the patch of skin a kiss, watching her face as her lips purse. She cups her tits, massaging the pert nipples between her fingers.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I don’t know what makes me come.”
I pause, my lips hovering above her knee. I’m … confused. Didn’t she and Kendrick have sex? Another thought enters my mind, and it has me laying her leg gently on the bed and counting to ten like I usually do when I get angry. What if Kendrick didn’t care about her pleasure? What if he didn’t care about making her orgasm? I hate that she spent so much time with someone who didn’t even want to get to know her or explore her body the way she deserves.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, her cheeks flush with arousal as if she’s running a marathon. Her hands still cover her breasts, and she stares down at me with confusion. It’s fucking adorable. Her lips part slightly and huff as she grows impatient, waiting for me to get my head out of my ass.
My eyes focus on the triangle between her legs, pink and wet. She looks so fucking edible. I stroke her thighs with my hands and settle them on her hips, spreading her legs further until I see her clit, erect and waiting for me to give it what it so desperately wants. “I’m never going to stop, baby.” I kiss a path down her inner thigh. I’m going to focus on her tonight. I’m going to learn what her body loves. I’m going to make her fucking soar. With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.
All of it.
When she wakes up tomorrow, she’ll know her body more, but I’ll know it better.
Her eyes roll back, and her lids close when I bury my face in between her legs. Her trimmed brown patch of hair tickles my nose, and my mouth waters when the sweet honey scent of her sticks to the insides of my cheeks, begging me to get on with it.
I spent years wishing this was my fucking view instead of prison bars, instead of the ocean outside these walls. A dollop of cream drips from her winking tight hole, and I can’t control myself any longer. I flatten my tongue along her slit and groan when her nectar spreads across my tongue. It’s like tasting a decadent, gourmet meal for the first time. Her juice slides down the column of my throat effortlessly.
“Yesss,” she hisses, tugging at the roots of my hair. “Sebastian, you feel so good. I’ve never…”
I shove my tongue inside her, licking the velvet channel, feeling the saturated walls tighten around me. I spear her over and over, then pull out, dip through her folds, then suck her sensitive button into my mouth.
“Sebastian!”
Oh, the way she screams my name has me sucking her clit into my mouth harder. I swirl my finger in her wetness, getting it saturated, and then I slip it inside her. Her pussy clenches around me, and the tremors of her walls sucking me in to the knuckle almost have me unloading my come on the comforter. I’m wound up, and I know if she touches me, I’ll blow like fireworks on the fourth of July.
I slip another finger in and press deeper until I come to a barrier. I freeze. Impossible. She has been with my brother for years. He has done unspeakable things to her, but as I press against her virginity, and she hisses, I know Kendrick didn’t take the one thing that was always meant to be mine.
I lift my mouth from her and fall to my side, pumping my fingers in and out gently so she can get used to the feel. She turns her head, panting, staring at me with passion she can barely consume. She’s holding back.
“He never touched you.” It is all I need to say. I know she can hear the awe in my voice, the curiosity and questions in those four small words.
She shakes her head, and when I slide a third finger in, her chin touches her chest with how deep her jaw drops. “Sebastian.” Her hand slaps against mine, and for a second I think she is going to stop me, but she slides my fingers out then back in with a groan. “Harder. Faster,” she mewls.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re making me hurt more by not going faster. I need it, Sebastian. Please, don’t be easy on me. I’m not used to easy.”
It is a dagger to the heart the way she said that.
I lodge my fingers inside and bend over, claiming her mouth in a scorching kiss. “I know you aren’t. I’m not going to hurt you, though. You’ll take it easy until I’m ready to give you hard, okay?”
Her eyes narrow, and her hands lay flat on my chest. Before I can think about what is happening, I am on my back and Gabriella is on top of me, guiding my cock to her entrance. “I want you now,” she says, and my brim parts her folds, the wet skin sounds as she parts for me, and my mouth opens on a silent moan.
No.
I don’t want her first time to be like this. She is so used to a man taking and taking from her that she doesn’t understand I want to give her passion.
Pressing my hand against her hip, I flip us over until she is on her back. The head of my cock is an inch inside her, taking my fucking breath away.
She writhes, trying to push down along my aching flesh, but I hold her still, making her wait.
“Sebastian! Stop it. I want you. I need you. Please, I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired of waiting to know what it’s like to be this close to you. Just take me already!” She sounds on the verge of tears, and I brace my arms on either side of her head, then bend my head down, silencing her pleas with a kiss.
The little brat isn’t going to fucking ruin this for us. No matter how hot she sounds begging for my cock.
Chapter Sixteen
GABRIELLA
He was testing me.
I don’t like to be tested.
I’ve been examined for far too long, brought to the brink and back, and I’m done with it. I know what I want. I understand Sebastian’s reasons for wanting to take it slow, so he doesn’t hurt me, so he doesn’t rush me, and I love him more for it—I really, truly did—but I am so far gone caring about pain.
What is a second of pain when I’ve been waiting for this to happen for the last seven years?
Pain is secondary.
Sebastian is priority.
“Sebastian,” I say his name gently, tracing the dips and ridges of his back with my fingers. They slide down until I cup his ass and push him forward until the tip of his cock presses against that damn barrier. “I’m going to be very angry in about five seconds if you don’t put me out of my misery and give me what I want.” I’m surprised by the tone of my voice. I haven’t spoken like that in years. It isn’t meek or broken, but strong and daring, like the woman I used to be.
“So mouthy. I should put something in it to keep you quiet,” Sebastian says, rocking with shallow thrusts. He buries his tongue in my mouth, sweeping me away in a kiss. It dawns on me that he just shut me up.
Yet, he still didn’t take me.
I’m starting to get discouraged. Maybe he doesn’t want me at all. I glance down where we are connected and see the thick shaft a third of the way inside me, and I forget how to breathe. I know he is big, but I didn’t think he was that big. How the hell does he fit?
How could he be so afraid to have sex with me when I’m not afraid at all? Seven years I’ve lived in fear, seven damn years, and now fear isn’t even an emotion I feel right now. I slide my hands around his torso and trace the lines carve on his hips. “I’m starting to get the impression this is the last thing you want to do,” I sigh, and try to pull away, but he keeps me there, squeezing my shoulders to keep me in place. “Let me go, Sebastian. I’m not fighting anymore. I shouldn’t have to fight for everything. That time in my life is over. After so long, I’d think you’d want me, but—”