Page 60 of Piece By Piece

“So, tell me what’s next on your plan?” I prompt before my doubts can creep up on me in the silence. Sebastian smiles wickedly, kicking my heart rate up a notch.

He muses. “Well, I was thinking that once you’re done, I’ll put away the tray and lay you flat on your back.” His fingers gently tug at the edge of the blanket covering me, drawing awareness to it.

“Then, I’ll kiss you. We have a lot of that to do to make up for lost time.” He grins cheekily while I swallow another bite. “Let me think, what’s next,” he trails off, humming as he pulls down the sheet to reveal more of my skin. It drops off my breasts, letting the cool air brush against my stiffening nipples.

I manage to swallow two more bites before I’m completely exposed and without the shield of the blanket to save me from his hungry stare. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers start caressing their way across my skin, making it hard for me to focus on finishing the last bit of the cake.

“There, there, Sweetheart, finish up,” he tells me, even as his fingers brush against the side of my boob. Fuck, he’s a monster. How is it that my skin is buzzing so soon after two orgasms?

I swallow another bite and clear my throat. “What comes next?” I ask.

“Mh, let’s see. I think I’ll tease you with my fingers for a while, get you all nice and wet for me.” As he says it, Iswallow the last bite of the cake with great difficulty. When he sees I’m done, he smiles wickedly, his eyes flashing.

“Drink a bit,” he urges, nodding to the glass on the tray. I do so without arguing.

Satisfied, Seb reaches for the tray even as he says, “And then, my little troublemaker, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll leave an imprint on my mattress.”

Before I can utter a sound in response, his lips find mine, hungry and demanding. I meet him kiss for kiss, happy to open my mouth and let him deepen the encounter. My hands find his hair again, gripping the thick, dark strands as he lays me down as promised. And then, he’s hovering above me again, his knees spreading mine apart to make space for him.

When he leans in, pressing his body onto mine, I can feel how hard he is beneath his pants. As if he couldn’t help himself and with none of the restraint he showed when he was eating me out, he grinds against me. We share a moan and I arch my back, pushing my naked chest against his and marveling at the heat coming off of him.

One of his hands cupping my face slowly lets go of my cheek and slides down my body until he’s cupping my pussy. When he finds me already wet, he groans against my lips. “So responsive, Sweetheart. Look how ready you are for me.”

I pull his face back to mine without responding, grinding against his hand. He slips two fingers back inside of me, massaging my inner walls and making sure I really am ready. I want to tell him to hurry, that I’m wet enough and aching to have him inside me, but he keeps up his slow coaxing of my pleasure.

It’s only when I feel the familiar tingles spread from my womb to my toes that he pulls out of me, the bastard. I tryto clench around his fingers to keep him there, to make him make me come since I’m so close but he merely chuckles.

“No, no, Aliena. The next time you come, it’s around my cock,” he says in that deep, husky voice of his. I nod, reaching for his zipper to finally take him from his confines. My hand finds his erection, wrapping around the silky-smooth skin and pumping it once.

He searches my face, looking almost pained as he stops my hand on him. “With or without condom?” he grits losing that grip on his self-control. We live together, so he knows I’m on the pill and we talked about both being clean.

Since I don’t want him to move away from me now, I breathe, “Without.” I grind against his hand again, breathing, “Please,” for good measure.

He curses, kisses me with a new ferocity, and the next thing I know, his broad tip is placed at my entrance. Pulling away, Sebastian trembles all over as he says, “I’m not going to be gentle, baby. Not the first time.” With that, he pushes into me with one deep, brutal thrust.

I grit my teeth and breathe through my nose as I try to make my body relax and accommodate to the feeling of him inside of me. He’s long, painfully so and with a girth that goes with it, and while I knew that already, it doesn’t lessen the slight sting as he stretches me out. I might be far from a virgin but it’s been months since I’ve had sex.

Sebastian’s lips hover over mine as he keeps himself still, seeming to hold his breath. After a second, my body finally relaxes, and his hand starts caressing my cheek. “That’s it, Sweetheart. Relax for me,” he mutters against my lips. Then, starting to move slightly, he adds, “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Despite his warning that he won’t be gentle, his first few thrusts are slow, experimental. When I’ve finally relaxed fully and the sting of him turns into pleasure, he asks, “Okay now?”

I nod, keeping my eyes closed as I hold his hands where they are next to my face. He leans back, sitting on his heels as he grips my waist tightly, adjusting me, all without ever pulling out. When his hands move from my waist to my ass to hoist me up a few inches, his tip hitting the end of me, an embarrassingly guttural moan tears from me.

“Spread your feet apart,” he instructs roughly. I do as he says, finally opening my eyes to see him looking down at where he’s entering me. Following his gaze, my toes curl.

He squeezes my flesh, his pace picking up enough to make me scoot up on the bed. “Grip the headboard,” he finally tells me. Once I do, the last of his restraint seems to bleed away and he starts pounding into me as roughly as he promised.

I cling onto the headboard for dear life, my limbs shaking with the effort to stay in this position even as he does most of the work. It’s worth the strain, though. The angle at which he’s hitting me is heavenly.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. So fucking good,” he moans. His praise worms its way through all of my body, warming my chest and adding to the pleasure gathering in my womb. My inner walls clench around him, eager to please, and when he groans, I nearly smile.

“Aliena, I won’t last long if you keep doing that. It’s been six months,” he grits, his nails digging father into my skin. I like the sting of it, like that he’s being rough on me, so I repeat my earlier motion and enjoy the way he grunts.

“You like that, don’t you? You like making me lose it. You like it rough?” he asks and although his words arevulgare, they turn me on impossibly more. As if feeling it too, Sebastian treats me with an exceptionally hard thrust.

I cry out softly, my toes curling as the pleasure within me reaches a high.

“Again. Please. I’m so close,” I gasp, desperate for a release. My hands grapple with the sheets, twisting them in my fingers as my muscles strain. Sebastian seems only too happy to deliver, thrusting down into me again and again, his grip on my ass keeping me in place as he does, in fact, fuck me into the mattress.

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