Page 104 of Finally Forever
Cherishing youis what I mean to say, but instead of telling her that, I’m going to show her.
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Ainsley
It’s weird being here with Sebastian. The one I fell in love with, not the one who lost his memory and became someone I didn’t know. I truly thought my life with him was over. I chose to move on, and now he’s back. I have him back, and we’re joking and talking as if nothing happened.
Part of me wants to express how hard it had been for me, so hard I left. Another part wants to pretend nothing happened. Leave it in the past where it belongs. But talking about it now would ruin this moment, and I want to revel in being with him as we are right now.
Sebastian turns his back to the shower and running water. He rests his hands on my hips and bends to whisper in my ear, “Look at us in the mirror.”
I do, my eyes colliding with his.
“Watch me. Watch what I do.” He brushes my hair to one side and kisses my bare shoulder, his eyes holding mine.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra and he slides down the straps, letting the yellow lace fabric fall to the floor. “Look at how beautiful you are. Your breasts are perfect.” Still holding my gaze, he kisses my shoulder again, my neck, and then cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples. They strain and bead for him.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my cheek.
Moisture pools between my legs, a deep need coiling in my stomach. My chest rises and falls with my heavier breaths. Watching us is so erotic. Sebastian pinches my nipples, drawing a sigh from my lips.
“I want you,” I whisper when his hands dip to my waistband.
“Good things, baby.”
In the beginning of our relationship, he would say, “Good things come to those who wait.”
He smirks and slides my pants down my legs to the floor. My shoes and socks are removed next. I step out of my pants, and he shoves them aside. He straightens behind me, fully clothed, even though I’m naked.
“Keep watching.”
Steam heats the air and fogs the edges of the mirror.
I watch, rapt, as Sebastian slides his hand to my front and rubs his fingers over my clit. I moan, and my eyes threaten to close.
His mouth is by my ear again. “Keep watching, baby. Watch how I touch you.”
He rubs more, teasing me the way I like, until I part my legs to give him better access to me. “Sebastian, please.” My eyelids are heavy with desire, my breathing erratic. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” He drops to his knees and spreads my legs wider.
I watch his head slip between my thighs. He licks and laps at me. “So sweet, like heaven.” He adds fingers, pumping in and out of me. His tongue meets my clit, and he sucks so hard, my knees buckle.
He catches me under my bottom before I collapse to the floor.
“Sebastian,” I say, breathless, desperate for him to fill me. “You have to fuck me now.”
His lips twitch with a wolfish grin. “Your wish…”
He strips and backs me into the shower, water cascading over my body. I shiver—from want, need, anticipation, all three.
The last time we had sex in the shower, it turned into the best sex of my life.
Sebastian cups my cheeks, and his mouth meets mine, the kiss soft and reverent. The passionate thrust of his tongue conveys so much love. His wet hands caress my slick breasts, and he dips his head to take one beaded nipple into his mouth.
My head goes back. “Yes.” I plunge my fingers through his damp hair and massage the back of his head as his tongue teases my nipples. A scrape of teeth. A long suck and a bite.
I’m drenched, panting, and needing to be filled.
