Page 33 of The Second Chance in the Mediterranean
Seb kissed me like it was for survival. I fought him back, pressing myself against him and straining to get closer. Weeks—no, months—of remembering the way his body felt had brought me to the edge and I teetered, trying desperately to find what I was looking for.
Seb eased our kisses to gentle flutterings and walked backward, leading me into the cabin. In a swift move, he had my dress up and over my head and his mouth latched onto my nipple. Looking down, I ran my fingers through his hair, soft and drying. It was long enough that I could fist it, if I wanted to.
My gaze shifted to his eyelashes, closed in reverence while he kissed and sucked. The scruff of his beard rubbed against the underside of my breast. It would be red and irritated in the morning but so worth it.
I tried to hike a leg up onto Seb’s waist, but he pulled back and stripped his shirt off. He undid the buttons of his shorts and kicked those off too, before reaching down and pulling me up to wrap my legs around him.
Our lips met again and Seb put a knee on my bed, guiding us onto the mattress. He laid me down, fitting his body over mine, and slowed our kisses.
With only the soft fabric of our underwear between us, we ground into each other. His fingers traced over me, running up my sides, down my arms, lacing our fingers together.
He pulled back for a breath, giving me slow little kisses. “God, I could kiss you forever.”
“Please don’t.”
His chuckle vibrated from his chest to mine, and he bent down again.
Seb was in charge. Our kisses rose and fell, set by his pace. We tested each other out, nibbling, licking, sucking, remembering the ways we liked it. He groaned when I nipped at his lip, and I gasped when he shifted his weight, his erection pressing into just the right spot. He repeated the motion, rolling his hips over and over again.
I broke away from his mouth and buried my face in his shoulder. The tension was building and my legs were tightly wrapped around his, keeping him right where I needed him.
His breath ghosted along my neck, warm and quick. His hips snapped and he pressed forward harder once.
Suddenly his weight over me was gone.
“What...Seb?”
Picking up his shorts, he rummaged through the pockets until he pulled out a foil wrapper. He tossed it onto the bed and then climbed back onto his knees between my legs. “How would you like to come?”
“What?” I propped myself up on my elbows, my knees closing together slightly.
“Nope.” Seb put his hands on my thighs and forced my legs open wide. “How do you like to come? My hands, my mouth, my cock? What do you want, Marce?”
My eyes rolled back. “Cock, definitely cock.”
“Attagirl.”
Seb grabbed the side of my thong, tugging it out from under me and hoisting my legs up to get it off. He rolled to the side and quickly stripped his boxers off before putting the condom on.
He climbed back into position, pinning my thighs with his hands. His cock rubbed up against me, slick and hard but not quite at the right angle. Reaching down, he adjusted and eased himself in.
My head fell back onto the pillow with the slow stretch of my body around him. Seb muttered,“Dios mío,”before thrusting in fully.
“Fuck, Marce, that is so hot.” His eyes were wide and wild, his body straining.
One elbow came down beside my head, and Seb threaded his fingers through my hair, propping my head up for a kiss. He pressed our foreheads together, staring at me while he flexed and pumped.
“Like this?” he whispered. I nodded and he grinned at me. “Lost your words, Marce?”
I nodded again and he laughed before kissing me. When he broke away, his eyes dipped down to watch us again. I looked down too, over the planes of Seb’s chest and abs. Tilting my hips, I rested the back of my thighs on his, giving us an even better view.
Seb’s pace picked up, his words frantic little whispers.
“Tan bueno...Estás preciosa....”
I closed my eyes, my stomach tensing up as he hit just the right spots. Seb trembled with effort. “Marcella, please.”
A couple more strokes and I was over the edge, clenching around him. Seb’s fist closed around my hair, tugging almost to the point of pain, and the combination of everything brought tears to my eyes. He was mumbling words I didn’t understand, trying to ride it out, tight and tense.
