Chapter 289
Cecilia’s pov
A low hum vibrated in his chest against my back.
That sound always went straight to my core, a conditioned response I fucking hated and craved in equal measure.
“I did,” I said, my voice coming out a bit strained.
I was still staring at my phone screen, but the words were just a blur.
All my focus was on the heat of his palm spreading through the thin fabric of my dress, right over my lower stomach.
His other hand slipping decisively under the dress. His fingers slid through my folds in one smooth, knowing stroke.
I gasped, my hips jerking forward.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he growled into my ear, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“This for me? Or were you thinking about someone else while you were blocking his number p>
The possessiveness in his tone sent a sharp thrill through me.”You’re an asshole p>
“I am yours.” he murmured softly, curling two fingers deep inside me.
My knees buckled, and I dropped the phone onto the couch.
His arm around my waist was the only thing holding me up.
He worked his fingers in and out, a slow, maddening rhythm, his thumb finding my clit and circling with just the right pressure.”Tell me who you belong to, Cecilia p>
I was panting, my head falling back against his shoulder.” Sebas p>
“Say it p>
“You,” I choked out. “Only you p>
That was all he needed. He withdrew his hand, and the loss was acute.
Before I could protest, he spun me around to face him.
His gaze burned into me. He kissed me, deep and unrelenting, guiding me back step by step until we reached the bed.
The mattress met the backs of my knees, and then my dress was gone, in a blur of motion and breathless heat.
My bra followed, then his mouth was on my tits, sucking one nipple deep while his fingers pinched and rolled the other.
He shoved his own pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock, which was already fully hard, jutting out angrily.
He fumbled for the nightstand drawer, yanking it open. I heard the familiar tear of foil.
He was rolling the condom on when I reached out and stopped his hand.
“Wait p>
He froze, his brow furrowed, breathing hard.”What p>
I could see the flicker of old tension in his eyes, the echo of the pregnancy scare we’d just dismantled minutes ago.
He thought I was stopping him for a different, heavier reason. I looked up at him through the water. “Don’t. I’m… it’s a safe time. For me. I’m good p>
His grip on the condom loosened, the foil packet dangling from his fingers.
His eyes searched mine, intensity burning in them.”You’re sure p>
I nodded, my hand wrapping around his wrist, moving his hand away from his cock. “I’m sure. Just… I want to feel you. All of you p>
A blush heated my cheeks that had nothing to do with the steam. “Like… last time. In London. It was… different. Better.” I leaned in, nipping at his lower lip. “I want that again… Just us p>
A sharp, almost pained groan escaped him.
He tossed the unused condom over his shoulder.
“Christ, you can’t say shit like that.” He kissed me, deep and thorough, a seal on the promise.
The last trace of doubt seemed to dissolve from his muscles.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He didn’t tease.
He guided the thick head of his cock to my entrance and pushed in, in one relentless, deep thrust.
The feeling was blinding. No barrier, just skin on skin, the overwhelming stretch, the heat of him filling me completely.
My mouth fell open in a silent scream. It was more intense, more raw. He felt bigger, hotter.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his forehead dropping to mine. “That’s what you wanted. To feel every fucking inch. “His voice was a raw scrape of sound. “All mine. No secrets p>
He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a brutal, possessive pace.
The sounds were obscene. The bed creaked with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, loud and wet. The headboard kept hitting the wall, over and over.
My ragged cries were swallowed by the pillow and his skin, his guttural groans hot against my ear.
“It’s so much… god, it’s so much better,” I sobbed, my nails digging into his shoulders, clinging to him as he pounded into me.
The friction was unreal, a direct live wire to every nerve ending. “Just you… fuck, only you p>
He obliged, his hands gripping my ass, spreading me wider, angling himself to hit that perfect spot with every thrust.
He moved and flipped us over fast. I ended up on top, straddling him.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I started riding him.
He went deeper like that, and I angled my body to get exactly what I needed.
I was coming apart, my orgasm ripping through me with a violence that stole my breath, my vision whiting out.
I clenched around him, milking his cock, and that was all it took.
With a roar that was half my name, half a curse, he thrust up one final, devastating time and came.
I felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside me, each jet triggering another aftershock in my own trembling body.
He held me there, my body collapsed onto his, both of us shuddering through the waves, our harsh breaths and the fading creak of the bed the only sounds in the room.
Slowly, he shifted, easing us onto our sides, keeping himself buried inside me as he pulled me close. He kept his arms around me, our foreheads still touching.