Page 84 of Worth the Heat
“And I’ll get you back to that point in a second. Just wanted to look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful. I honestly can’t believe you’re finally mine,” he says quietly, and I look down at him. It’s him who’s gorgeous, with his tousled hair and my essence covering his lips.
“I feel the same way about you,” I reply shyly.
“I love watching you orgasm, because your entire body goes pink. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. So I might be dragging this out a little bit, because I know it’ll make you come even harder.”
“Wow,” I mumble, my vision going cross-eyed as a wave of pleasure courses through my veins. He’s not even touching me, but his words alone are striking a chord so intense I have to steady myself.
Sebastian switches hands, sliding his left up to tweak my nipple, then onto my chin. I grab my leg behind my knee, holding it up to give him better access. He pushes two fingers into my mouth, then demands, “Suck them as hard as you want me to suck this needy little clit.”
I let out a loud moan. The mouth on this man! If anyone else spoke to me like this, it would be an immediate dealbreaker. But with Sebastian, it works. Swirling my tongue around his fingers, I hollow my cheeks and suck, tasting myself on his skin. Sebastian immediately latches onto my clit as he shoves two fingers inside me, tapping my G-spot again and again. When his pinkie finger pushes against my back hole, I feel the orgasm barreling toward me like a freight train. I barely have time to breathe before white-hot pleasure starts at my feet, whipping up my legs and torso, before sliding across my chest and head. I ride the wave for a minute, forgetting to breathe, and as I crash down with aftershocks, Sebastian catches me, sliding us both down the wall and onto the shower floor. I shake as I catch my breath, straddling Sebastian with my head on his shoulder. One hell of an orgasm.
“You good, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I mutter, focusing on my heart rate as I come down from the high. Opening my eyes, I find Sebastian’s expression slightly pained. “Are you okay?”
“I really want to come inside you, sweetheart, so you need to stop stroking me,” he rasps through clenched teeth. I look down and find I’m gripping his dick tightly, the bulbous head red and angry looking.
“Oh my God! I swear I didn’t realize I was doing that,” I tell him, scrambling to get out of his lap.
“Any time you want to hold my cock, you’re more than welcome to,” he teases as he grabs me by the waist. “But right now, I need you.”
“Don’t you want to go to the bed?” I ask, pointing out of the bathroom. Although who knows what that bedding has seen. The shower may actually be less germy.
“No. I need you right fucking now,” he says huskily, pulling me to straddle him. I hiss when the tip of his cock hits my incredibly sensitive clit, and I know a second orgasm will be easily acquired tonight. I slowly slide down his length, watching as Sebastian’s eyes roll back into his head and he grits his teeth. Circling my hips, I find I can hit his pubic bone each time, giving me the friction I crave, and Sebastian silently lets me control the tempo as I chase another orgasm. It’s nowhere near as intense as the first one, but still better than anything I could give myself. Sebastian waits until my eyes open before he speaks. “Can I take over now?”
I nod, and he wastes no time. His hands clamp on my hips, lifting me up, before slamming me down roughly. I let out a guttural moan as he does it again and again, the growls and snarls coming out of him like a damn aphrodisiac to my pussy.
“I want to try a different position,” he mumbles, pushing me off to the side. He manhandles me so his front is to my back, thenpositions himself at my core again. “Gonna be intense, baby. Three, four, and five.”
“I’m happy with two,” I murmur, but he doesn’t respond as he pushes into my channel. The new position means his cock slides along my G-spot, and within a few seconds, I’m coming again. The fourth orgasm isn’t too far behind, and when I can tell Sebastian is close to coming, he reaches around to pinch my clit between his thumb and forefinger, making me come a fifth time.
“So. Fucking Good,” he growls as he pours himself into my pussy. So good. I almost tell him that I hope I get pregnant, but manage to shut my mouth at the last second. While I think it wouldn’t necessarily make Sebastian run for the hills, I’d rather not scare the crap out of him either.
Five orgasms in a short period of time means my legs are complete mush, and my vagina has a heartbeat. Sebastian moves me aside, cleans both of us off in the now cool water of the shower, then towels me off. He deposits me under the covers, turns off all the lights, climbs into bed, and yanks me against him. I nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh happily. I’m almost asleep when he speaks.
“Marry me,” he whispers, and my eyes pop open.
SEBASTIAN
“Marry me,” I whisper, and her eyes pop open.
“What?” she screeches.
I chuckle, peeking out of one eye. “You heard me.”
“I was just naked in the shower!”
“Are you aggravated I’m not on one knee? Because —” I stop talking, jump out of bed, and begin to lower myself onto a knee, but Isabella grabs onto me.
“No, I don’t care about that. I always thought that was a weird tradition anyway.”
“Well, historically, it’s a sign of respect and submission.”
She snorts. “Submission? You? That’s not a word I’d use to describe your personality, Sebastian.”
“Being submissive isn’t a bad trait, Isabella. It also means that I fully trust you, and I know you have my best interests at heart. Submissive in the bedroom, now, that’s a different story. Are you going to answer my question?”
“You didn’t ask a question. That was a statement. You basically stated a fact.”
