Page 85 of Mr. Aster
At that moment, his mouth broke free from mine, and his chin lifted while he groaned in pleasure as I continued to slide down onto his hard shaft.
His hands went to my hips, guiding them down while the back of his head pressed deeper into the pillows behind him.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered in a low moan as I pressed my hands against his chest, moving my pussy around in circles while continuing to slide up and down on him.
I watched a handsome expression of ecstasy cover his face while he licked his lips in indulgence, feeling the intense satisfaction that only a man who hadn’t been fucked in a long time could feel.
It drove me to move faster and with precision while I worked this man into the orgasm I knew he needed.
He chanted curse words as I watched him fall into a world of consuming pleasure. He was so fucking sexy that I almost couldn’t believe a man so perfect and beautiful was inside me and feeling gratification because of me. It was the most euphoric feeling in the world, and my pleasure was returning rapidly to match his.
I moved and fucked him harder, causing his eyes to open and meet mine. I positioned his dick to push into the deepest part of my pussy, feeling more pleasure than before. I started to moan in satisfaction while his hips moved his cock harder into my deep spot. Just as I was about to cum, Sebastian rolled me onto my back, forcing my legs to part wider with both his knees, and he began to thrust harder and deeper into me.
His lips were on mine in a zealous kiss, searching and wrestling with my tongue in a way that told me this man was receiving much more out of this than I imagined he would.
Our bodies matched each other with every move and pattern, staying in perfect rhythm to force a violent and shattering orgasm from both of us at the same time. I thrust up into him while he pushed himself deeper and let out a ripping growl of pleasure that sent my orgasm into a harder spasm than the previous ones.
While we both moved and writhed into this pattern of ecstasy, Sebastian’s mouth returned to mine, and both of us relaxed into a delicious and consuming kiss.
My greatest fear had been that if the man fucked me, he’d be done and satisfied and back to his old self in a heartbeat, but I was finding out very quickly that wouldn’t be the case. In fact, the way his hips still gently moved his softening cock in and out of me gave me the feeling he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Hell, whether I had a feeling or not was irrelevant because I wanted to keep fucking him until the sun came up. I’d never felt intense orgasms like this before, and I wanted so much more.
Lucky for me, the night was young.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sebastian
After multiple rounds of fucking, we finally collapsed into what would inevitably be a sex coma. I hadn’t felt bliss like this in my entire life. I was only still awake because my mind wouldn’t shut off. It just kept replaying images of Darcy as I fucked her all through the night.
It just wouldn’t stop—the sensations, the cravings for more—it was like we were two gluttons at the buffet of sex, not exercising any self-control at all. Nor did we want to. I turned over, the light of the morning sun streaming into the room, and I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was ten in the morning. In all my life—even when I was sick with the flu—I’d never stayed in bed so late but relaxing into the high that’d carried over from last night felt good.
I glanced at where Darcy slept on her stomach, blonde hair cascading over her left arm and down her back, her face turned toward the doors that led into the en-suite bathroom. We’d torn the bedding off the bed like two sex-starved maniacs, and I wasextremely thankful for that because it offered me the perfect view of her body.
My eyes roamed over the white skin of her perfectly round and taut ass, which was highlighted by dark bikini lines that looked sexier than hell. Her tanned skin was the perfect bronzed and golden tone, kissed by the rays of California’s sunny weather.
I wished we were in a sounder relationship because if that were the case, I’d rouse her awake by delicately kissing every part of her naked body that I was fortunate to examine while she slept.
Instead of torturing myself with everything her tantalizing body was doing to me, I decided to shower in the bathroom on the other side of the villa so as not to disrupt her sleep. Before that, I needed to text Ricardo and inform him that we wouldn’t need his cooking services this morning as I’d planned to cook for the woman who satiated my starved appetite for sex last night. It was the least I could do since I knew this was as far as we could take our relationship.
Still, even though Iknewthat, I wanted more. Hell, I wanted her for the rest of my life. Not just the sex and her perfect body, I wantedher. My heart knew precisely why it fell in love with this woman, but my mind still couldn’t place it.
“About last night…” Darcy said while I spread avocado on a second piece of toast to accompany the scrambled eggs I’d made from the contents in the fridge.
“Last night was incredible,” I said truthfully, turning to where she’d sat on a bar stool, wearing a long white sheer coverup. “I wasn’t sure how you like your eggs cooked, and since I don’t have much kitchen experience, I took the safe route and scrambled them. Hopefully, they’re not rubbery.”
“No worries. I hate eggs, sorry,” she laughed and shrugged, and I couldn’t help but smile. “As I was saying, though…last night?”
“What is there to say? It was amazing, and so are you, gorgeous,” I said, scraping the eggs from the pan onto the plate I’d prepared for myself.
“We can talk about how we fucked like it was our honeymoon, maybe?” She paused and frowned, “Actually, I don’t think people fuck that much on their wedding night, much less their honeymoon.”
“Well, if we were newly married, I assure you that we would, so why couldn’t anyone else?”
“Because, Sebastian,” she said, seemingly frustrated that I was in a fantastic mood, and she was trying to level with everything we’d done. “You and Iaren’tmarried; we aren’t even in a real relationship, and I don’t want you to think I’m like this with men. Especially men I couldn’t stand up until a few days ago. I don’t know what got into me?”
I sat next to her on a barstool at the counter. “Lust, desire, and need,” I said with a humorous smile, kissing her temple, before digging into the plate of food I’d set next to my glass of orange juice. “I provided the dick, and you used it to satiate all that.”
“Oh, my God,” she dropped her head, pulling her hands through her hair. “I can’t believe we did this. And no,” she looked over at me with the combative look I’d grown used to and loved, “I didn’t just fuck a dick because of desire and needs or whatever. I fuckedyouof all the people in the world I could fuck.”
