Page 37 of Taken Off Camera
“Not at all,” he responds, a rumble rising from him that vibrates through both our bodies. “But perhaps we should discuss where this is heading.”
I turn my head toward him, shy despite my provocative position. “I want you. But…”
His hold loosens. “But?”
“I’m a little intimidated,” I whisper. “By your size, I mean. I know I have a wide range of toy sizes, but I’ve never actually used any of the ones as big as you. I’m afraid of pain.”
Sebastian’s chest expands against my back as he takes a deep breath. His hands slide around my waist, one dipping lower to trace the hem of my silk robe where it rides up on my thighs.
“We don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs, lips brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. “There are many ways to be together.”
I wiggle on his lap. “Show me.”
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Sebastian’s fingers leave trails of heat on my skin. The sensation floods my brain, heightened by the darkness behind my blindfold. I shift in his lap, rocking down on his hardness, and he rewards me with a sharp intake of breath.
He kisses the curve of my neck. “Can I see what you’re wearing for me?”
“Of course,” I gasp. “It’s for you.”
His hands slide to the belt of my robe, tugging at the knot until it comes loose. The faux-silk parts, cool air kissing my skin, and Sebastian stills behind me.
“Green suits you,” he murmurs after a long pause, one finger tracing the lace edge along my thigh. “You bought this for tonight?”
“Yes.” The word comes out breathier than I intended. “Do you like it?”
His response comes in the form of his palm sliding up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where the lace hugs my growing arousal. “Very much.”
I squirm in his lap, seeking more contact.
His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place. “Patience.”
“Patience isn’t my strong suit,” I confess, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. “I’m used to getting straight to the main event.”
Sebastian chuckles, the sound intimate in my ear. “I’ve noticed.”
His fingers brush the front of my lace underwear, tracing the outline of my dick through the delicate fabric, and my back arches at the teasing pressure, pushing into his touch.
“Sebastian,” I gasp as he cups me, applying pressure without removing the barrier between us.
“Yes?” His thumb circles the head of my dick through the lace, spreading the dampness already gathering there.
Words desert me as he continues his torturous exploration, never giving me direct contact, and it’s somehow more intense for the lack. My hips buckupward, seeking more friction, but his grip on my waist tightens, controlling my movements.
“Tell me what you want,” Sebastian commands, dropping into that Alpha register that melts my insides.
“More,” I manage, reaching back to grip his thighs for support as waves of pleasure wash through my body.
Sebastian rewards my answer by increasing the pressure of his palm, establishing a rhythm that has me panting. The lace adds texture to his touch, catching on my sensitive skin with each stroke, and my fingers dig into his thighs as tension coils tighter in my body.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sebastian murmurs, his breath hot on my neck. “Responsive to every touch.”
His free hand slides up to my chest, fingertips tracing patterns across my skin before finding a nipple through the lace. He pinches lightly, and a shock of pleasure shoots straight to my groin, pulling a moan from my throat.
“Sebastian, please,” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
His lips caress my neck, then work their way up to my ear. “Stand up.”
