Chapter 126 The Taste of Surrender
Emilia’s POV
"Emilia..." Sebastian’s voicehad gone really husky.
I gripped the sheets tighter, my cheeks burning hotter with each passing second.
"Are you nervous?" He smiled, and god, those lips—full and perfectly shaped.
These were the same lips that had already wrecked me earlier, leaving me completely a mess. I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, my gaze lingering on his mouth.
Sebastian caught me staring and smiled knowingly before leaning down to kiss me again.
This kiss was nothing like the gentle one from before. He took over every inch of my mouth thoroughly, licking and sucking until I couldn’t breathe. When he finally pulled back, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth, clearly not wanting to let go.
I didn’t want to let go either. I caught his lip and did the same thing back, tangling with him in a messy, desperate kiss.
His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. My breasts pressed against his hard chest, and the sensation sent heat pooling low in my belly.
This was our first real kiss. And Sebastian kissed like he was trying to eat me alive.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and straddled his thighs. The muscles beneath me were solid, holding me steady as I settled my weight on him. Sebastian’s hands slid up my calves to my thighs, his palms warm against my cool skin. Then he stopped.
I pulled back, confused. "Why’d you stop?"
Sebastian didn’t answer with words. Instead, he laid me back on the bed and bent his head to the inside of my thigh, leaving two bite marks.
He didn’t bite hard, but the sensation of his tongue dragging over my skin was so ticklish I couldn’t take it. I trapped his head between my thighs, trying to stop his brazen exploration.
The soft flesh of my inner thigh pressed against his cheek. He buried his face there and licked again, his rapid breathing hot against my skin.
Sebastian’s nose brushed against my cunt, his breath damp and heated. Then his tongue—
Oh God.
He spread my pussy lips open with his fingers and licked a long, slow stripe right up my slit that made my back arch off the bed. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as he worked me with his mouth. He sucked my clit between his lips and I nearly screamed, the pleasure shooting through me like fire.
"Sebastian, please—" I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
He hummed against my clit, the vibration sending fresh waves of sensation deep into my core. His tongue circled and teased, then plunged inside my vagina. The wet sounds were obscene, echoing in the quiet room along with my increasingly desperate moans.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against my wet flesh, his voice rough with desire.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably. The heat building up between my legs was overwhelming, like an orgasm about to crash through me. Sebastian added two fingers, driving them deep inside me, curling them against my inner walls while his tongue kept attacking my clit without mercy.
"Come for me, Emilia," he commanded. "I want to feel you come."
And I did. The orgasm hit me like a wave, sharp and all-consuming. I cried out his name as my body convulsed, my walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers. He didn’t stop, drawing out my pleasure until I was trembling and too sensitive to take more.
Before I could catch my breath, Sebastian flipped me over.
He used his thigh to press down on the back of my knee, forcing me to stay on my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly aroused.
Sebastian was already hard. He kneaded my ass with both hands before sliding them between my legs. His fingers, all four of them pressed together, rubbed against my clit and entrance. I was soaked, practically dripping, and his fingertips created waves of heat as they moved through my wetness. His thumb found my clit and played there until I was grinding back against his hand, my lower belly and thighs slick with sweat.
Then Sebastian leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, and I felt his cock nestle between my thighs.
The solid warmth of him covering me made me feel safe. Protected.
"I need to be inside you," Sebastian said in my ear, his voice strained with desire.
He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed forward slowly. The stretch was intense, burning slightly as my body accommodated his size. I whimpered and tried to relax, but he was so thick.
"Shh, it’s okay," he soothed, one hand stroking my hip. "Just breathe, baby. You’re taking me so well."
Slowly, gently, he sank deeper. When he was finally all the way inside, we both let out a breath. He stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to it, his lips brushing soft kisses along my spine.
It was a lot. A strange fullness, a gentle stretch, but it felt right. There was a slight ache, but it was mixed with something warm spreading through me. I could feel him everywhere, and it didn’t scare me. It made me feel safe. It made me feel like I belonged right here.
Then he started to move.
He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, harder this time. The angle hit something deep inside me that made my vision blur. Sebastian set a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me forward on the bed.
His teeth found the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, biting down gently. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my neck sent heat pooling between my thighs.
"You feel incredible," he panted against my skin. "So tight, so perfect."
The sound of his voice sent a fresh rush of arousal through me.
"Harder," I gasped. "Please, Sebastian, harder."
He complied immediately, his hips slamming against me with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my increasingly loud moans.
Sebastian’s hand slid around between my legs, rubbing my clit in tight circles that had my legs trembling. The pressure was building again, faster this time, spiraling higher.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice rough. "I can feel you getting close. You’re gripping me so tight. "
His words should have embarrassed me, but instead they pushed me closer to the edge. I was chasing my release, desperate for it.