Page 54 of King of Clubs

Never have I ever come close to having a second orgasm in the same night – even with battery operated help. Drink.

Only now, here I was, already with the familiar pang in the base of my stomach as he entered me for the first time.

I’d almost choked when he took off his pants and stood before me. If someone asked me to create my ideal man, I could not have even dreamed of the perfection that was Sebastian.

The man was defined and while I had caught glimpses of him without a shirt on before, seeing him stripped naked, the light outside casing the depth of the ink on his arms and his chiselled abdomen that led to an impressively rigid part of him, I was mesmerised.

Could you describe a dick as delicious?Because he was a snack I wanted to eat every day for the rest of my life.

I lifted my eyes back to his, engulfed with physical and emotional fulfilment. It was a visceral feeling as my body stretched to accommodate him, engulfed in the sensory whirl of all that he was. He was everywhere, his weight enhancing my arousal and I gasped as he filled me entirely.

Where have you been all of my life?The unembellished veracity of his question taking my breath away.

“Oh my god,” I gulped. He didn’t move, instead pushing the hair from my face and cataloguing my reaction when I said no more. Leaning down, his lips softly met mine and I freed my hands from his grip, wrapping them around his neck and deepening the kiss.

He ground his hips in slow circles, “You feel so fucking good.” His eyes danced and I knew he could sense my exasperation at both the pleasure and frustration as need increased in my stomach.

Pulling back, I begged, “Please. I need you to move.”

He murmured in my ear, “I like it when you beg,” rewarding me with the friction I craved. Burying his face into my neck, I wound my legs around him, enjoying his words as I clenched my thighs together.

Taking my arms from around his neck, he held them above my head again as his thrusts became harder and faster. Removing one hand from my wrists, he gripped my backside, our bodies as one.

“Fuck, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed,” he spoke, and I knew at that moment, this was destined to happen. We were destined to meet. Destined for each other. Whatever collision course the world had created was always going to find him and I entwined. He was bringing me back to the life I thought was long gone. The salvation and intensity he brought with him, seeping into my very being and was something I could not have seen coming.

“Seb,” I panted, “Show me I was made for you.” I begged. Full on every level, I was consumed. When he increased the pace of his thrusts, my eyes rolled back in my head. I was giddy with pleasure, all coherent thoughts gone. As I tumbled closer towards my second orgasm of the night, I was certain that the delicious man above me, who appeared to be all elements of grey, was in fact the bright light I had been looking for.

“Tell me what you want, babe,” his movements deepening as he edged me closer to my release.

“You, Sebastian. I want you.” And with that, the orgasm ripped through me as he continued his onslaught, sending me to the brink of oblivion as he shouted my name, simultaneously losing himself inside me. I was a body on the edge of a cliff, and he held the rope that tied me to safety. If he asked me in that moment to jump and free fall to my death, I’m not sure I could have said no because he held all the control. And with him, I felt safe in doing so.

He grabbed my face, holding my gaze as he slowed his movements, and our breaths melded into a mixture of satiated bliss. That moment where two people are stripped entirely bare, in their most primitive state, where no one else matters but each other. And I knew nothing this good could be fabricated.

Afterwards, I let myself be held as he lay behind me, secure in his warm embrace as he kissed the side of my neck.

“Your sunflower tattoo is gorgeous, by the way,” his hand gripped my hip, squeezing tenderly.

“Mmmm,” I mumbled, already hazy with sleep. “My parents used to call me their sunflower,” I explained, not wanting to think or talk about them right now, but feeling pleased he'd liked the symbol itself.

“I love the purple of the petals. Reminds me of the dress you were wearing the first time you came to Nexus.” The way he remembered what I wore that night, yet another example of why I was here right now. His thoughtfulness was unmatched.

Strangely, I wanted to thank him not only for the compliment but for his gentleness. To tell him I never knew it could be this good, but the exhaustion was overwhelming and before I could muster the energy, I was asleep.

Never have I ever felt this content. Drink.

Walking into Suzie’s office for the first time in four weeks, there was a definite spring in my step. Turns out a few orgasms at the hands, mouth and body of someone as competent as Seb, did wonders for the soul.

“Marlee, it’s lovely to see you.” As always, her smile was gentle, and she spoke in a calming tone. “How have you been since we last spoke?”

“I’ve been good,” I said, adjusting in the lounge until I was comfortable. “I didn’t last the full four weeks, but almost,” I laughed in a self-deprecating manner, referring to the emergency appointment I'd scheduled after seeing Lucas at Nexus.

“How did you get here today?” My face heated at her question, and I contemplated lying, but I also knew I wanted to discuss my feelings around Sebastian and telling her about last night was part of that.

“Sebastian drove me here. I – urgh – I spent the night at his house again.” Without the barrier of the screen, discussing this with her evoked a new vulnerability. Would she judge me?

Awkwardly avoiding her assessing gaze, I glanced behind her at the picture of the two smiling faces I often looked at when I needed time to compose myself.

She didn’t speak, a technique I was accustomed to in our sessions. There was something about the intentional silence which forced me to open up more than I planned. “We went on a date last night and when I came home, Arna wasn’t – well I was going to just go to bed, but I decided to go back instead.” I shrugged as if there was no rhyme or reason to the decision. And in some ways, there hadn’t been. I’d wanted something and so I reached out and grabbed it. With both hands. And mouth.

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