“Not too fast,” she breathed. She lifted her legs and locked her skates together, wheels spinning. “Do that again. Rub against me.”
He adjusted his hands next to her on the bed, and then leaned in and kissed her again, then rocked his length along her sex. The head of his cock pushed against her clit, and she moaned in response.
“Feels so good,” she told him.
“It’ll feel that good inside you, too,” he said, nipping her chin.
She knew it would. Sebastian was nothing if not considerate. He wouldn’t throw her down on the bed and pump a few times into her, then finish without her getting hers first. He’d make sure that she was just as into it, and that she came before he did. That was a rare quality in a man, and she was actually excited to see if she could come again. “Think you can give me another orgasm before you lose control?”
“Absolutely,” he promised, and there was no joking on his face. “I want you squeezing around my cock with your own orgasm when I come inside you.”
She shivered, imagining it. “I want that, too.”
“How are you feeling?” He pressed a few more kisses to her face.
She wiggled under him. “Like I need a big hard cock inside me.”
Sebastian chuckled. “I think I can handle that request.” He sat up and she unlocked her legs from around him, the wheels on her skates spinning again. He got up from the bed and headed over to the bedside table, where the box of condoms lay, then took one out and unwrapped it. She watched him as he put it on, and as he stroked the latex down his shaft her hand went back to her pussy, touching herself again. As he returned to the bed, she lifted a hand, reaching for him. He laced his fingers with hers, then moved on top of her, his hips settling between her thighs. He didn’t push into her, just began to gently kiss her, his cock resting against her pussy. It was both sweetness and tease all at once.
His fingers entwined with hers, gently holding her hand over her head? It was that small touch that nearly undid her. She panted and mewed against his mouth, eager for more, knowing she was safe with him. He had her. He’d never let her suffer. “Sebastian, please.”
“Right here, love,” he told her softly. “I’ve got you.” Then his fingers unlaced from hers and he propped himself up on one arm, his other hand guiding his cock to her core. He rubbed the head of it against her entrance, slicking the condom, and she whimpered again at how good it felt, how much it made her ache and need more. So much more. She wanted him deep inside her, filling her up.
Then he kissed her again and began to press deep, pushing inside her.
Awe filled her, and Chelsea couldn’t breathe. He felt so good, so right. She held her breath as he kept kissing her jaw, her neck, everywhere he could touch her, as if trying to distract her from the incredible sensation of him sinking into her. As if she could be distracted.
When he was in so deep that she could have sworn he was touching her heart, he lifted his head.
And stilled.
“Chelsea?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re crying. Are you okay?” Worry etched his handsome face. “Do you want me to stop?”
She was? She had no idea. Her hand went to wipe her eyes, and she shook her head. “If I’m crying, it’s because it feels so amazing to be with you like this. You’re wonderful, Sebastian. So wonderful.”
He exhaled deeply, face relaxing. “Thank fucking god. For a moment there, I thought I’d hurt you.” He nuzzled her neck again, burying his face against her. “You know we can stop at any time, right? Just because I’m inside you doesn’t mean that we have to keep going—”
Chelsea lifted her skates and locked her legs around his hips, then dug her wheels into his ass. “Keep going,” she demanded. “I want you to.”
“Okay, but if you start sobbing and calling me daddy, I’m out.”
She giggled and sniffed back her tears. “Deal.”
He captured her mouth in another kiss, this one soft, tender, and utterly sweet. His hips moved, and then he was stroking into her.
And she held her breath again, because oh, it felt so good. So right. She clung to him, moaning her pleasure as he began a slow, delicious rhythm, moving in and out and murmuring words of encouragement to her. About how beautiful she was, how good she felt around him, how sexy her uniform was, how he liked the jiggle of her breasts when he thrust inside her. She felt sexy and beautiful, and even though he was on top of her, it felt like she was the center of his world, his universe, and she loved the feeling.
Like she was the one in control despite everything.
Eventually, she started to do more than just lovingly run her hands over his muscles. Her hips lifted to meet his thrust, and his kisses took on a greater intensity. Then, his movements did. Each thrust seemed harder, more intense than the last, until she was crying out with each one, her hands digging into the muscles of his shoulders to brace herself. And god, it felt so good. She reveled in the sensations, lost in pleasure. He could go on endlessly like this and she wouldn’t mind one bit.
But it seemed that Sebastian had other plans. After a rough, ragged thrust, he reached between them and placed his thumb on her clit. When he thrust again, his hand moved, rubbing her just the right way. She cried out, her eyes flying open, and clung to him even harder.
“Right there?” he murmured, thrusting again.
Her whimper of agreement was the only answer she could form.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He thrust hard again, and her entire body tensed, her mouth falling open. Oh, god, she was going to, she was so close . . .