Page 48 of The Moon & His Tides
“Sebastian,” I ordered quietly. “Come here and apologize to my wife.”
He only hesitated for a moment, and I had the sense, as his gaze flicked about the room, that it was more about entering our domain than it was the command itself. When he moved, though, it was with the sinuous grace such a tall, broad-shouldered man rarely possessed. I enjoyed watching him, just as I knew Savannah did in the mirror’s reflection.
Struck by sudden inspiration, I held up a hand to stop him mid-step just a few feet behind Savannah’s chair.
“I’ve often found apologies work best when I strip myself bare,” I mused with a deliberately heated glance up and down his form.
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard in the tanned column of his throat, but when he lifted his hands to unbutton his white dress shirt, they were steady, and his gaze was unclouded as it rested on me.
“Do it slowly,” I suggested with an edge of malice.
Seb’s hands stilled, then moved again, languidly pulling his unbuttoned shirt over one shoulder and the other, letting the linen slip down the rounded muscles of his deltoids and over his bronzed forearms. When the material pooled in his hands, he held it there for a moment, his carved torso framed by thesoft fabric. His chest was covered in a light smattering of dark hair, nipples like caramel candies, abdominals perfectly stacked boxes above a dark, dangerous trail of black leading into the waistband of his denim.
If Savannah was a goddess, Sebastian was the beautiful virginal offering.
Savannah’s breath hitched slightly, and I glanced down to watch her thighs press together. I fought my own urge to press the heel of my hand against my erection to ease the burgeoning ache.
The shirt fell to the ground soundlessly before Sebastian’s large, long-fingered hands worked at his belt, flicking it open with a soft click that seemed to echo in the room. The air between the three of us felt thick and hot with tension. Savannah wanted to go to him, I could tell, her eagerness barely concealed. One hand on her shoulder kept her still and aching.
Normally, she was very controlled, but anyone would tremble in the face of such a specimen as Sebastian Lombardi.
The rasp of the zipper sounded like a rough gasp as he lowered it to reveal white boxer briefs. With his lower lip pinched between his teeth, he watched us both with lowered lids as he eased the denim over his ass and thick, steely thighs. Something about body hair on men made me salivate. I wanted to pull at that dark trail leading to his groin with my teeth and scrape my nails up those furred thighs until I reached the thick of it at the base of his cock.
He was confident now as he should’ve been. Even though I was the one giving the orders and Savannah was the one being revered, Sebastian had us both utterly entranced.
“So hard for us already,” I said, as though I was disappointed at the thick, long swell of him behind the cotton. “I hope you can handle what I have in store for you, Sebastian.”
His chin canted up in defiance even though he didn’t say a word. Instead, he punctuated his nonverbal response by sliding a finger beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushing them down so achingly slowly, I forgot to breathe.
“Do it,” Savannah hissed, eyes flashing, hands curled into fists as she fought to restrain herself.
“Do it,” I echoed, tone unyielding.
I wanted to see him. The brief tryst we’d had in the back of the car outside the Finborough Theatre was weeks ago, and I’d been yearning for the sight of that thick, curved cock since then.
Without changing his pace, Sebastian revealed it to us, his erection so hard it was flushed a deep rose, the veins prominent along the shaft and the head wet with precum.
I’d make Savannah suck it off in short order and then give me a taste with a kiss, I decided as some precum caught in his treasure trail when his cock thumped against his stomach as he released it from the fabric. The dense black hair around it and his heavy sack were trimmed and wildly attractive. I couldn’t wait to press my nose to his groin and smell his musk.
“Very good,” I told him and watched as he quite literally shivered at the praise.
With a sudden surety that made my wife gasp, I picked her up in her chair and swiveled them both to face the room and Sebastian himself.
“Come,” I said, standing behind her. “Get on your knees and show Savannah how sorry we are for being late.”
Sebastian strode forward instantly and dropped to his knees already reaching for her. His eagerness made a groan rise in my throat unbidden. The sight of his dark head between her pale thighs made my teeth ache and my dick throb.
Savannah almost choked on her gasp as he threw her legs over his shoulders, dropped his head, and dove into her sweetcunt. Even with the thin layer of satin between them, he had her hips juddering in moments.
To make matters deliciously worse, I tugged down the cups of her bra to plump up her sweet little tits and began a slow, wicked torture of her pink nipples, plucking and pulling and twisting until she keened with pleasure.
“Take off her pants,” I ordered Seb, who obeyed with a quick, rough tug that tore the material at her hips. “You have five minutes to make her come on your tongue, or I’ll be very disappointed.”
He groaned into her wet folds, the flat of his tongue following her leaking juices from thigh to clit. “Yes, sir.”
This time, I let myself moan too. The sound of that moniker in his rich voice nearly made me come like a boy in my trousers. Instead, I pulled my phone out of my pocket with one hand and set a five-minute timer. I was a fair Dominant who liked to set clear rules so that my lovers knew exactly how to please me and exactly how to deserve a punishment.
Something told me Sebastian was an overachiever.
