“Do you not like the movie?” he says, chuckling. “You seem distracted.”
“I’m just tired,” I lie. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now. “Maybe I’ll just go to bed. It’s been a long week.”
He frowns at me, the skin between his thick brows pinching, “Are you sure? I can find another movie? Or…”
I don’t have the heart to tell him that being this close to him is doing crazy things to my lady bits. I know it’s already hard for him to keep strong, and I don’t want to make matters worse, but I can’t be near him right now without wanting to climb him like a tree.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just go lie down. You can finish the movie if you want.”
“Okay,” he says. I don’t know if I imagine it or not, but I think he sounds almost disappointed. For a split second, I contemplate staying just to make sure he isn’t upset, but then he shifts in his seat again. My eyes zoom in on his muscles flexing underneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and my mouth starts to water. Like literally watering, drool pooling in my mouth. I’ve got to get out of here.
“Goodnight,” I tell Seb and scurry away down the hall.
“Goodnight,” he calls after me.
Once I reach the room, I crawl into bed and cover myself with the heavy comforter. It feels cool against my heated skin at first, but not even a minute later, I feel like I’m burning up. There is a fire deep inside me, burning through my core, and I know there is only one way to stop the flames from burning me alive.
Glancing at the door, I contemplate going to the bathroom and using my fingers to make myself come, but I decide against it, knowing that I have plenty of time before the movie ends. No way will Sebastian walk in here any time soon.
Biting at my bottom lip, I trail a hand down over my flat stomach and into the waistband of my pajama bottoms. My fingers eagerly find my already swollen clit. I’m not surprised by the amount of wetness I find as they slide between my folds with ease.
Moaning softly, I start to rub small circles around the small nub. My hips lift out of reflex, and I spread my legs, wishing, dreaming that it was Sebastian’s fingers, tongue or maybe even cock there. Moving faster and faster, I can feel the heat in my core tightening, my moans growing louder even though I try to hold them in.
I want to come. I need to come.
I’m so close, so damn close… Grabbing the pillow next to me, I bite into it, hoping it’ll silence the screams that want to rip from my throat.
“Hey, you…” His voice crashes into me like a wave, toppling over my body, pulling me down, deep into the abyss. Pleasure courses through me as I come at the sound of his voice. It’s embarrassing and crazy. I’ve been caught, but in that moment, I can’t seem to care. Embarrassment has taken a back seat, while pleasure is driving me straight into uncharted waters. All I can feel is the euphoric bliss pulsing through me like a second heartbeat.
Slowly, like a feather, I float down from my high. I’m scared to open my eyes and look at him. Scared of what he might say or think or do. What if he’s angry? What if he’s disappointed? I can’t think about any of those things. Otherwise, I’ll lose it.
Remaining very still, I pretend that I’m not here. Maybe he’ll walk away, and we’ll never have to talk about what happened? Fat chance.
The bed dips, and my eyes flutter open all on their own.
Staring up into his hazel orbs, I can see it all. His want and need. The battle he’s fighting to keep himself in check. I can see the resistance there, it’s fading with each second, withering away. I pull my hand from my bottoms and wait for him to say something. Peeling the blanket back, his eyes collide with my fingers, fingers that are still glistening with my release.
Very gently, he grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, his eyes darken so much that they appear almost black now. My body starts to tighten, like a spring-loaded coil, I’m seconds away from going off yet again.
Parting his lips, he sucks the two fingers I used to get off into his mouth. His eyes drift closed, and a groan that I can only describe as manly and deep—so deep—echoes through the room. He sucks on my digits, and I can feel that sucking motion in my pussy, and I want him there, tasting, feasting.
When his eyes pop back open, I know he’s let go of his restraint. His walls are down. All I have to do is give him the word, and he’ll take from me whatever I’m willing to give him.