Two Weeks of Sin

“Then fuck me, Sebastian,” I said, reaching for the zipper on his pants.

This time he didn't stop me. In fact, he helped me remove his pants, sliding them down his legs so they fell to the ground in an instant. And there he was in full glory, naked and on top of me. My hand gripped his cock, and I stared at him wide-eyed. I'd had an idea that he was well-endowed thanks to seeing the bulge in his pants, but holding it in my hand, it became real. I stroked him as he clenched his jaw, his head falling forward as a groan escaped his lips.

“Violet,” he moaned.

Placing the tip of his cock against my opening, I lifted my hips so the tip of him barely slid past my lips. Sebastian did the rest, sliding inside of my wetness with one, long thrust as we both groaned in pleasure.

“Oh God,” I cried out, eyes wide, as he stretched me open.

Sebastian stared down at me, an expression of pure bliss on his face as he realized that he was sheathed inside of me. Both of us just sat still a moment, getting used to the sensation of our bodies being united as one. Slowly, Sebastian started rocking back and forth, and I met his rhythm, lifting my hips up to meet each thrust.

Sebastian pinned me down, holding onto my hands as he stared into my eyes and fucked me. Dotting kisses along my neck and collarbone, then back to my lips as he moved in and out of me with such precision and skill that it made my eyes roll into the back of my head. My legs were wrapped around him now, holding on for dear life, as spasms of pleasure ripped through my body, causing me to cry out. Sebastian knew I was close and buried himself deeper in

side of me.

“Yes, yes, come for me,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

I felt my pussy tighten around his cock, which caused him to shudder and moan above me. The spasms continued and I felt a warmth building low in my body and it wasn't long before I couldn't control myself anymore. With my toes curling and my body arching upward, I held on for dear life as I was rocked by an orgasm so intense, I was literally seeing stars.

Sebastian tried to keep himself from exploding inside of me, I watched as he fought for control, but with my tight pussy spasming around his cock, it was too much and he lost that control.

“Oh God,” he cried out, a shocked look on his face as he buried himself to the hilt in me. “I'm – ”

He didn't have to finish the sentence, I could see it on his face. Together, we rode out our orgasms, and just the idea of him filling me with his seed caused me to climax again. Our bodies were shaking and shuddering against each other, just reveling in the pleasure of coming together, until finally, the last wave subsided and Sebastian collapsed on top of me.

Sweat rolled down his face, and we were both drenched in it. The ocean breeze blew in through the windows, cooling our heated skin. I smiled at Sebastian. I'd never been more sexually satisfied in my entire life.

I stroked his hair back from his face as he looked down at me and smiled. His now deflated cock slipped out of me, and I felt the whoosh of our mingled fluids as they spilled out , creating a wet spot on the bed.

“That was amazing,” he said, laying down beside me. He pulled me close and kissed me.

“Yes, yes it was,” I said.

Truth be told, it was everything I'd always dreamt of, and then some.

CHAPTER ELEVEN - VIOLET

That night, I was unable to sleep. My body was tired and worn out, but my mind was spinning. I was fearful that when Sebastian woke up and the wine had worn off, he'd regret everything that had happened between us. I worried he might pull away, and even worse, that it might affect my job.

I didn't want any of that, which was why I'd never thought we'd actually sleep together. I'd always wanted to be with him, of course, but I was scared of the damage it might cause if it had ever come to pass.

But as the sun came up the next morning, Sebastian reminded me of why I felt so strongly about him. His eyes opened and caught me awake, and he smiled at me.

“Hey you,” he said, propping himself up on his elbow, gently stroking my cheek. “You're awake early.”

I smiled back at him, trying to push away the lingering doubts and uncertainty about what was going to happen that clung to the corners of my mind like cobwebs.

“So are you,” I said.

“Well I'm always up early,” he said. He reached out and pushed back a strand of hair away from my face.

I hated feeling like I was sitting there waiting for the other shoe to drop. But that's what I was doing. I was wondering when, or if, we'd talk about what happened the night before and what it all meant. After all, there we were, still naked in bed together.

But Sebastian didn't need to talk, he leaned down and kissed me, nearly taking my breath away. Last night could be chalked up to a drunken mistake, but to kiss me today, sober and by the light of day, well, that meant something, right? A girl could hope.

“Since we're both up, would you like to have some breakfast with me?” he asked.

“Sounds great.” Though truthfully, another round of sex sounded even better to me, but I didn't want to push my luck. “Where should we go?”