Page 74 of Hate To Be Mine

“Then don’t stop,” I whispered back.

That was all the permission he needed. His hands slid down to my waist, then lower, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I could feel how much he wanted me. The eagerness I felt burning through him made my knees go weak.

I couldn’t believe I was the one who undid him.

He walked me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. We tumbled onto it together. His weight pressed me into the mattress. I wanted all of it. Every damn inch.

His hands found the hem of my tank top and jerked it up over my head. It only took him seconds to make quick work of my bra. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. I felt beautiful under his gaze in a way I’d never felt before.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed. His tongue circled and teased while his hand palmed my other breast. Pleasure shot straight through me. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me, silently begging for more.

He switched sides, giving equal attention to my other breast while his hand trailed down my stomach. When his fingers found the button of my shorts, I lifted my hips to help him slide them off along with my underwear.

Then I was completely bare beneath him while he was still fully clothed. Something about that imbalance made everything feel even more intense.

I felt completely at his mercy. I never allowed myself to be that way with any man. But with him, I wanted it. I didn’t want to think or control. I wanted him to be in charge.

He slid down my body, kissing a trail from my breasts to my stomach. “I’ve been thinking about what you taste like,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I need to know.”

I couldn’t form words. Could barely breathe. My hands gripped the sheets as he positioned himself between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing my thighs wider.

He looked up at me, his dark eyes holding mine. “You’re so beautiful, Little Bee.”

Then his mouth was on me and I forgot how to think. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes that had me gasping. He explored every inch of me like he was memorizing the taste. Like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it driving me insane.

“Sebastian, yes,” I moaned, my hips lifting involuntarily.

He gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he worked me with his mouth. The combination of his tongue and lips was overwhelming. He focused on my most sensitive spot until I was trembling beneath him.

I’d never felt anything like it. The first time had been amazing, but this was different. More intense.

He slid one finger inside me while his tongue continued its relentless assault. Then another. The dual sensations made my back arch off the bed. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me, needing more.

“That’s it,” he murmured against me. “Let me hear you.”

I didn’t hold back. Couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. The sounds coming from my throat were animalistic. I’d never been this vocal during sex before. I had always been self-conscious about making too much noise.

But Sebastian seemed to love it. Every moan made him work harder. The pressure built low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. I was so close. Right on the edge. I just needed a little more pressure. A little more something.

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers hit that perfect spot inside me, and I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me in waves. My entire body convulsed with pleasure so intense I saw stars. I cried out his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I rode out every last tremor.

He didn’t stop. He kept working me through it, drawing out every bit of pleasure until I was boneless and gasping, too sensitive to take any more.

Finally, he pulled back, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs. He looked incredibly pleased with himself.

“You taste so good,” he said, crawling back up my body.

“Your turn,” I managed, tugging at his shirt.

He sat back and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. I reached for the button of his shorts, but my hands were shaking. He took over, stripping them off along with his boxers.

And then we were both naked, skin against skin. I didn’t think I would ever get used to the sensation of his body against mine.

“Sebastian,” I gasped. “Please.”

“Please what, Little Bee?”