Fuck.
I
nodded.
She put
her index finger near my mouth “suck,” she commanded.
I grabbed
her palm and slowly sucked on her finger while she bit her bottom lip. She
pulled it away when it was moist enough to dip it in the salt, and then spread
it on top of her cleavage.
“Ready?”
She said grabbing the lime to place it in between her lips.
I leaned
over and licked the salt off her breast while lightly sucking, I took down the tequila
and it immediately warmed my insides.
I looked
into her bright green eyes that now looked deep and indulgent. I moved forward
and sucked the citrus juice from her lips and she moaned.
We
finished the shots two a piece and then the music started coming on and a
different crowd started to arrive.
The
music began and Ysabelle started moving in her seat. We drank some more and
flirted uncontrollably for the next three hours.
“Ah! I
love this song!” she shouted standing up over me “let’s dance.”
“Ysa,
I’m white. I can’t move like you.” She laughed and started dancing on her own, swaying
her body and hips to the music. The way her body moved should be fucking
illegal; it was almost like she was made for sex. Everything about her screamed
sex when she was dancing I had never seen anything like it before.
I looked
around the room and every man’s eyes were on Ysabelle. Their faces screamed
desire and hunger and I wanted nothing more than to grab her, throw her over my
shoulder, and take her the fuck back to the room where only I could see her.
The fact
that this was our last night together was pulling at my heart. I didn’t want to
let her go, I wanted to stay here with her, I wanted to be with her.
She
caught my gaze and she moved to stand in between my legs. She proceeded to
dance seductively mere inches away from my face and cock, which immediately
came to life.
She
noticed and smiled seductively. She could move like no other, she circled me in
a tempting fashion as she provocatively lowered her body, sliding down mine. I
couldn't fucking take it.
I didn’t
know how she pulled me up off the seat, she did and we danced, no we weren’t
dancing, we were fucking right there on that dance floor. The way our bodies
moved in sync with one another, the uncontrollable emotional stares, and the
way our lips teased each other without touching was nearly orgasmic, I was sure
that I had never been in a more erotic emotional state in all my life.
“Sebastian,"
she practically moaned.
“What
Baby?”
“Get me out of here," she
begged.
And I
did just that. I took her hand and led her to the taxi, before I knew what was
happening we were back in our room. I kicked the door closed and watched as
Ysabelle stood there waiting for my next move. I could see her chest moving,
she was aroused, she was waiting for me to make the first move. I knew if I
told her that we were going to sleep she would do just that. She wanted me to
take the lead.
I slowly
walked over to her. My fingers found her cheeks and I brushed them lightly up
and down. She leaned into my embrace while I framed her face. I didn’t know if
it was the alcohol or the dancing, I had never seen that look in her eyes, her
eyes were telling me everything that she couldn’t say with words. My thumbs
found her lips and I caressed them back and forth, she parted her mouth for me
and lightly licked them.
I hadn’t
even kissed her yet and I was fucking melting. I internally fought a battle
that was impossible to win. The first time we had sex it had just happened. It
was in the spur of the moment and we both had gotten carried away. If we were
to have sex right now it would be because we both decided. It would be a premeditated
act. I didn’t know if I would be able to look at myself in the mirror if we
went any further.
I could
stand there and say it was just about sex, although we both knew that was a
lie. This was deeper than that. This was something catastrophic, not only for
me, but her as well. I was afraid of what would come once I crossed this
forbidden line.
“Sebastian.”
She panted.
That was
my undoing and before I could think about it for one more second, before I
could think about my wife, my son, the boundaries that I was crossing, I kissed
her. I swear, kissing her was like a tidal wave itself. We were already making
love, standing there fully clothed with the single most emotional kiss ever.
She
kissed me back with just as much passion. Our lips moved like they were made
for each other. I moved her hair out of her face and tugged at the nook of her
neck, she moaned. That was a moan of destruction. It wasn’t the moan that I’d
heard come from Julia time and time again. This was full of desperation.
Ysabelle was fighting her own demons and we could both feel it.
I could
hear her heartbeat and feel her pulse. It was rhythmic, an alluring sound that
both soothed and controlled me. The sad part was, it was controlling her too
and we were both out of control. I knew what I was doing was wrong, though it
felt so fucking right. Everything about this woman felt right.
I could
feel her getting antsy I knew what she wanted. I knew what she was used to. I
knew if I was going to do this, that I should have been doing it that way, I
couldn’t help myself. I never could when I was with her. I didn’t want to be
like every other man to Ysabelle. I might not have had the right, hell, I knew
I didn’t have the right, I was about to take her someplace neither of us had
any business going. She was engraining herself into my heart and I wanted to do
the same to her
Ysabelle’s
demeanor suddenly switched gears. She was terrified of the emotions toying
between us. She wanted this to stop. She wanted me to fuck her. I wasn’t
allowing it. I was going to do this, I was going to step over the fucking line
and make love to her.
“Shhh
Ysa…go slow. I want to feel you.” I groaned in-between kisses, “let me be with
you, like I know you need and be with me like you know I want.”
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How
the fuck had I let this happen?
The night had moved in a 180 direction. I knew what he was implying. His words
meant something to me and I didn’t want them to. I didn’t want this to happen,
I wanted it to stop. I couldn’t fucking say the words. I couldn’t make myself
say no. I couldn’t push him away, if anything I wanted him closer. I wanted him
closer to me, than any other man had ever been.
He knew
it too. He knew I just wanted him to treat me the way I’d always been treated.
I needed him to stop with all of this emotional bullshit, and to just fuck me,
tell me to suck his dick, tell me to taste my pussy on his lips, tell me to
bend over, anything but this. I didn’t know how to handle this. Why the fuck
was this happening to me? Why the fuck did it have to happen with a married
man? Not just any married man, a happily married man or was that all
counterfeit? He wouldn’t be here with me if he was happily married, would he?
Fuck
Ysabelle, stop.
This was
happening. No matter how much chatter my brain was trying to filter, this was
fucking happening. I wanted him. I fucking wanted Sebastian Vanwell, like it or
not, I did. I wanted him to own me, my mind, body, and soul. In that moment, I
didn’t give a shit that he was married, that he wasn’t mine, or that he would
never be mine. I wanted to make love for the first time in my life. I wanted to
let my guard down and have him carve his name there. Fuck, he already had, I had
nothing else to lose. I’d lost it, and handed it right the fuck over to him on
a fucking platter.
I knew
what I was doing was careless, I was going to make love to a man that was
already taken. He was eventually going to walk away from me and I was going to
let him. For just that moment, I let myself pretend that I was on the other
side of that fence and that we were together. That I was his and he was mine
and we were in love, Ysabelle and Sebastian, that’s who we were.
His
hands moved from my hair, to my shoulders, and then to the curve of my back as
he walked me backwards towards the bed. Everywhere he touched felt like he left
a trace of fire. The feelings lingered with every caress. My skin burned from
the after affects.
He
slowly moved my top down exposing my breasts. His warm soft hands fondled me,
at first it was the sides and then he cupped them, forceful yet gentle, playing
with my nipples until I felt as if I was nothing, just at his mercy. The desires
that illuminated from both our bodies was just as intense as the hunger in our
stares.
“You
were made for me, Baby. Do you know that? You were put on this earth for me.”
He urged kissing me all over. I wasn’t replying. What the hell did that even
mean? Not that I could have replied had I wanted to. I was in a parallel universe,
uncharted land that scared the hell out of me. I was lost, lost in Sebastian’s
world.
He took
my nipples into his mouth and teased them, until they were hard peaks as he positioned
himself on his knees, looking up at me. Placing his fingers around my skirt he
slid it to a pile by my feet.
He
chuckled, “You were going commando this whole time?”
I
giggled, “I’ve been going commando this entire time.”
The mood
turned light for only a second as we both snickered at my remark. That lasted
long enough for him to kiss my bare stomach, kissing small pecks in a straight
line stopping just above my pubic bone. He continued spreading light kisses on
my labia until he kissed my clit. It was the most tender, erotic thing anyone
had ever done to me. I closed my eyes and dropped my head from his touch.
“Baby
lay down.” He whispered.
I laid
down as he spread my legs placing them on his shoulders.
“You’re
beautiful.” He said, before I felt his nose nudging my clit.
I had
never felt this exposed or vulnerable with a man before. He was making love to
me with his mouth. He kissed me some more, until I finally felt his warm soft
tongue. He licked me from the bottom to the top and kissed my clit one more
time, before I felt him suck.
It
started off slow at first and then his movement became more urgent, as he
swayed his head from side to side and then up and down. It felt fucking unreal.
I loved men going down on me, Sebastian going down on me was different. I knew
he wasn’t doing anything that I hadn’t experienced before, not with his mouth
anyway. It had everything to do with this searing, emotional chemistry that
only he seemed to be able to cause.
“God
damn Baby, even the way you taste is addicting.” He huskily praised, “Baby, sit
up and look at me.” I shamelessly moaned, both tormented and turned on.
I rested
on my elbows and his eyes found mine. I watched as he took his middle finger to
his mouth and sucked it. He rubbed it from my clit to my opening and slowly
pushed in, my head immediately fell back, briefly. I reverted my eyes back to
what he was doing, compensating his request.
I
watched as he pushed in and out of me, hitting my g-spot each and every time.
His mouth went back to my clit and he licked, sucked, and finger fucked me
until I couldn’t take it anymore. Our eyes never left each other, and I came
with such force that my whole body shook.
“I
could watch you come all night, Baby.” He panted kissing his way up my body. He
placed himself on top of me and glided his middle finger on the top and bottom
of my lips before he put it in my mouth, while I erotically and seductively
tasted myself; sucking and licking his finger.
His eyes
widened in excitement and he grunted before he forcefully kissed my lips. I
kissed him tasting him and myself, and fuck if it didn’t turn me on even more.
I
rubbed his back as he placed his hardness on top of my clit, slowly and
deliberately, swaying up and down. I was still so sensitive that it didn’t take
long before he had me coming undone again.
“Baby,
open your eyes, I want to feel you come with me inside you next time.”
“Please,
Sebastian…” Was all I could say, he was driving me insane.
He
smiled a warm, fucking, loving smile down at me as he kissed my lips. My lips
didn’t respond to his. They couldn’t, my mind was on the feel of him sliding
into me. My only response was the instant gratifying moan that escaped. His was
more of an ‘hmmm’ kind of whimper, which once again intensified the emotional
feel of him pushing inside of me.
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Going
down on Ysabelle was like nothing I had ever experienced. She tasted like sweetness.
I loved that she came with such force that she soaked both the sheets and me.
Being
inside her felt tight and smooth with a connection that only she and I could
understand. I moved in and out of her at a deliberately slow speed. I wanted
this moment to last. She felt tiny under me and it turned me on even more. I
moved her thigh bending it, to angle myself on her g-spot. I swear she got even
wetter when I thrusted in and out. I could feel her g-spot on the tip of my
cock and it felt mind blowing.