Page 114 of Finally Forever
“Fuck. You feel so good.” His strained voice, filled with desire, arouses me even more.
“I wish I could tear off my dress,” I pant, needing his hands on my breasts, but this is a corset, and I’m stuffed in.
Somehow, he manages to dip a finger into the top of my dress, then brush my sensitive nipple. Yes!
He does it again. They’re so sensitive.
“I’m close,” I murmur, my body wound so tight, awaiting the release I desperately seek.
His finger leaves my breast and moves to my clit, teasing me the way I like. I cry out as my orgasm consumes me in a rush. Sebastian covers my mouth with his hand and pulls me upright as he comes inside me with a curse.
“Mine. All fucking mine.”
When I catch my breath, several things become clear. My mask hangs half off my face. Multiple strands of my hair came out of my elaborate beehive. We had sex in public. And I liked it.
I don’t know if I can blame that act on pregnancy hormones or a much kinkier side of myself that Sebastian’s amnesia drew out.
“How are you?” he asks, his arm around my waist supporting me.
“Good. Shocked that we did that, but good.”
“Me, too.”
I turn my head to see his face. Red, swollen lips, disheveled hair, and a satiated look in his eyes.Mine. “Are you shocked that we did that?”
“No. I’m shocked thatyoudid that. I hoped you’d be game. You seem more open to things.” A sexy grin curves his lips. “But then, you were always a bit of a sex kitten. And that voice…”
I laugh, the action pushing him out of me. Whoops. Before I met him and Nathan, I had no idea I had, according to them, a phone sex voice. Cum oozes down my thigh, and I stiffen.
“What is it?” Sebastian asks, always so attuned to me.
“Uh…you’re leaking from me.”
He digs in his jacket pocket and hands me a handkerchief.
“Handy.” I take it and wipe myself off.
He holds out his hand when I’m done. I give him the hanky, and he cleans himself off before zipping his pants.
“Help me with the crinoline, please. How did you even know how to get it off?” It’s elastic, but it snapped to my dress in two places to help it stay in place.
He lifts it up under my dress and fastens the snaps. “Lowell told me.”
Oh, God. “You asked Lowell how to strip me?”
“I asked him about your dress and how it worked. He figured out the rest. That or he loves to talk about dresses. I’m still not sure which.”
I laugh again. “He does love to talk dresses.” Maybe he doesn’t know.
Once my dress is back in place, I face him and fix his sexy, messed up hair. “Did you plan this, or was it spur of the moment?”
“I’d be lying if I said the idea of a masked ball didn’t make me think of sex.”
“Sex in general?” I lower my hands and frown.
“Sex with you.” He touches my chin and kisses my lips. “Only you.”
I smile, then admit something to him I never have before. “I worried if sex with me would be enough for you. I’d heard rumors about your kinky sex life in college.”
