Authors: Ella Slade
“I missed you,” she answered. “Every day. And I needed you to come back. I didn’t want you to be dead. I didn’t know what to think.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he breathed as he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap, so she straddled his thighs. Then he was leaning forward, nuzzling into her brunette curls and nibbling at her throat. “I’m sorry for that, Tobin. I’m here now, though. I’m here, and I promise I’m always coming back.”
She laughed softly, her fingers moving downward and finding the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his chest and discarding it. “I’ll hold you to that,” she answered. “More so than your promise of keeping me safe. I need you to come back. I love you.” Somewhere, in that, he had grabbed the box next to them and put it on the floor—and then he was immediately surging against her, pressing her into the pillow as he found the vein in her throat and started suckling ardently against her. Tobin moaned and arched up into him, inviting his hand to slip up the bottom of her own shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his stubble scraped against her skin as she felt him smirk when he wrapped his rough hand around a breast, rolling the orb against his palm. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around his bare back, tugging him tighter onto her.
His thumb found her nipple and rolled against it, grazing against the tender flesh for long moments until she was whimpering and it was hard and erect under his touch. Then he was pulling her shirt up enough to expose her chest, lifting his head from her neck. Sebastian stole another kiss before diving toward the nipple he hadn’t touched; his tongue, hot and eager, wrapped around her there, and she squealed as he nibbled on her before pulling her into his mouth. Like the hickey he had surely left on her throat, he started sucking her nipple hard enough to make her groan and writhe beneath him. Meanwhile, his other hand was moving over the curve of her hip, toward her thigh, and she bucked her groin up against his lower abdomen.
Sebastian laughed, lifting his mouth from her breast and grinning down at her. “Eager, are we?” he teased, and she glowered at him.
“Hey, you’re the one who left me alone for three months,” Tobin retorted, and his brown eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Allow me the opportunity to correct that mistake, my lady,” he purred in a way that made nervous excitement pool in her stomach. His other hand was moving from her breast, and he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, shoving them down over her legs so that she could kick them off onto the floor. There was already a damp spot between her legs, staining her pink panties, and his fingers plundered between her thighs, making her moan as he rubbed against her yet-covered lower lips, squirming. “You know, I could almost think you got wet as soon as you saw me in your doorway.”
“You are far too arrogant for your own good.”
“I don’t think you mind too much, Tobin.” His fingers pressed beneath the hem of her undergarments, and she squealed and spread her legs as much as she could with the back of the couch there, gasping and arching up. Her head fell backward, and she groaned loud and hard as his fingers rubbed slowly between her thighs, caressing each petal of her center until he had found that oh-so-sensitive button above her velvet entrance itself.
“D-dammit,” she stammered, and her own hands were moving then, grabbing at the top of her panties and shoving them away. He laughed and let her, pulling them down her calves and off her ankles and discarding them as well before lacing his fingers through her hair. Sebastian pulled her into another, harder kiss that burned her lips and made them feel exquisitely swollen, while the fingers of his other hand still rubbed and caressed between her thighs. Having discarded her panties, her own hands grappled sightlessly with the top of his pants, until she’d gotten the button undone and could push them down, allowing his hard, erect manhood to press against the fabric of his boxers and stretch them taut.
He drew back again and, obeying her desperate need without further teasing, he was pulling forth his cock in truth and rubbing the tip between her thighs. Tobin moaned and her chin fell back again—and then, she squealed as he was shoving himself inside of her, instantly stretching and filling her. Her hips started to spasm against him, and he grunted in need of his own, pulling back only to slam back into her. His lips buried themselves in the curve of her throat and she squealed when his hand was again on her clit, rubbing at it furiously so that her pelvis jerked chaotically against him.
After so long—and wanting him so badly—it took almost nothing at all, no time at all. Not with him slamming back and forth inside of her, making her mind almost go white every time he bucked as deeply as he could, her wetness gushing around him, staining her thighs, and her couch, and her nails wrapped around his back and dug into his shoulders. He growled against her, moving faster, harder. And then she let out a howl of delight and arched up against him hard, nearly enough that the top of her head was on the pillow instead of the back. Sebastian shouted her name into her neck and hilted once more within her, jerking for several long, long moments before easing himself against her, pulling out slowly. They trembled, lying naked against one another, and she stroked her fingers through his hair.
“I love you, Sebastian.”
“I love you too, Tobin.”