Page 113 of Finally Forever
Before I can make a decision, the man bends to my cheek, his lips near my ear. “Thinking of how to escape, my love?”
Sebastian. I let out the breath I’d been holding. “You scared me.”
“I thought it was part of the fun.”
“Where have you been?”
“Watching you. You look stunning.” He slides a finger down my cheek, my neck, and across my pushed-up breasts. “This dress is a fantasy with you in it.”
Shivers race over my skin when he kisses below my ear. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it. I love what’s under it even more.”
His hand grazes down my waist, making me hate the fabric separating his touch from my skin. My arousal returns with that same rush, and my sensitive breasts beg to be touched.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear.
“Always.”
I let my head fall against his shoulder as his hands find their way under my billowy skirt. “You’ll never find it.” It being my crotch. “Too many layers.”
“You underestimate me, Ainsley,” he purrs across my cheek. I turn my head, seeking his lips. He kisses me, slow and deep, drawing sighs from my throat. Will someone hear me?
The music fills the room but not as loudly on the side. The sudden idea of getting caught steals me from the moment.
Sebastian notices at once, his other hand still fiddling under my skirt up near my waist. “No one will know.” He kisses me again.
Suddenly the crinoline falls from my body to the floor, a breeze cooling my skin. Before I can ask him how he did that, his hand rubs over my clit, sending desire charging through my veins.
I glance at the open spot where the draping curtains don’t meet. We’re hidden behind the thick part, but if someone were to walk in the alcove to take in the view, we’d be caught.
“You think there aren’t other people fucking in the shadows?” he murmurs along my neck, his words flooding my core with need. His hand covers my chest, forcing me to lean against him, my head back against his shoulder.
“Stay with me, sweet girl. It wasn’t that long ago you asked for more.”
I did.
“Do you want me to stop?” He slips his hand under my panties and touches my soaked slit. “Your body certainly doesn’t.”
“No, it doesn’t.” I agree and move my hips to writhe against his hand.
“That’s my girl.” He rubs my clit and then slips two fingers inside me, stroking me in the right place. I bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly and chanting God’s name like I am in my head.
“My sweet girl likes this.” His voice is as sensual as his touch.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you want me to fuck this wet pussy? Because that’s my wish.”
“God, yes.” It’s a loud whisper. “Please.”
“I love when you beg.”
He shoves my panties down and lifts the back of my dress. I feel his erection on my backside. He bends me forward slightly and slips inside me, filling me with his width and length.
I moan and feel myself drawing him deeper. “Sebastian.”
I straighten and reach behind me to grab his head, pulling him down to kiss me. His lips meet mine, devouring me as his hips thrust, sending him in and out, the slapping sound of our bodies filling the small space.
