Chapter 7

Willow.

I started to object, but he pressed himself against me, and suddenly all I could think about was the prospect of getting to explore that body in detail, the one that I’d dreamed about touching every night. His muscles were hard, as I took my time dragging my fingers through every groove and channel as he slowly started to strip in the living room.

I felt like a born-again virgin. Every part of him was so well defined. It was even sexier now in the flesh and not covered with his shirt and tie. This was the real strength, potent and dangerous. I loved the way his body tensed at those brief moments of contact. I assumed he was almost as ready to explode as I was. I spun him around, and teased him, brushing my breasts across his skin while my hands cupped his ass, because I was naked in his bedroom and I wanted complete control. He tried to take me in the living room, like a hungry wolf. I refused, and he carried me up the stairs like a caveman ready to take me.

His ass was tight and perfectly proportioned. When a guy looks that sexy from behind, you know you've found something special.

Finally, I was done waiting and took control. I spun him around, dropped to my knees and wrapped my hands around his length. There was something erotic about being on the ground before such a ferocious man, gradually bringing him undone. His hips pumped gently as I stroked him, my hands gliding over his skin. He continued to grow, and his head was swelling and pulsing in my grip. I wanted him so badly. All I could think about was what it was going to feel like fucking me.

“We’ve played long enough. I need to be inside you," he said, and without even waiting for a reply, he pulled me to my feet, looped his hands under my legs and lifted me until my head was level with his. He locked his lips over mine once more, he took a step forward to put my back against the wall, and then he slammed himself inside of me.

“Fuck, I need condoms,” he growled as he moved away from the bed, that he laid me down gently on and started to head to the other side of the room.

I shook my head. “I’m clean. And I’m on the pill. It’s fine.”

“Even better,” he growled as he changed his mind and held me against the wall as if I weighed nothing at all.

I could feel every iron inch of him as he sheathed himself deeper and deeper. I'd never felt so taken before, so wholly possessed.

Every inch of him trembled and flexed. Despite the roughness of his motions, it was an incredibly sensual experience. I was utterly lost in the moment and all those nights of thinking about this moment had come to a halt. I never imagined that it would be this sensual and this good.

It felt as if I was a born-again virgin. I’d never been taken like this, it was better than any guy I’d ever been with, and all I could think about was holding out as long as possible.

I felt my orgasm beckoning in the distance. Those eyes seemed to hold me in a trance. Everything inside me exploding as waves of ecstasy rolled through every muscle. He slipped out of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs, and lowered me to the ground.

“I want to see you come. I want you on top of me,” he snarled as he took my hand and led me to the bed. The place that he wanted me in the first place and quickly changed his mind. I was recovering from the orgasm which came and went in a flash. I didn’t even get the chance to completely get lost in it as he completely changed the direction of what was going to happen a few minutes ago.

He sat on the bed, bringing his head level with my breasts, drawing one into his mouth. I reached out and wrapped his length in my fingers once more. We stopped for what felt like too long, but it didn’t make me want him any less. If anything, I wanted him even more.

He played with me for a little while as if he was trying to get me back to life, then spun me around, so I stood between his legs with my back to him.

With one hand resting on his leg for support, I used the other to guide him inside me. I rode him slowly while feeling skin on skin. He seized control and made me feel powerful and sexy, having him lie there while I drove us both to ecstasy.

I didn’t know how long I was riding him before his climax took hold, his hands shot out to seize my hips, driving me down on to his shaft as thick as possible. I clenched my muscles, milking him until he collapsed backward with a long sigh.

“Fuck yes!”

I started to pick up my speed making him go all the way into me. It hurt, at first, but then it felt so natural as he went deeper and deeper.

“Fuck yeah!”

I rode him faster now, pumping my hips back and forward rather than up and down, grinding my clit against him. Despite having nothing behind his back, Sebastian supported himself with the strength of his abs. He brought his mouth to meet mine, kissing me passionately. It was such an intimate position; our eyes locked just an inch apart. We came together, a wordless eruption while clawing at the other's backs and crying each other's names. He continued to stare at me, the smile gradually dropping from his face. It was a searching look, his eyes scanning mine as though he was trying to see below the surface, to uncover whatever secrets still lay hidden.

I closed my eyes, pushing back the heat that was rising behind them and this time we’d stopped as if we were frozen in time. I wanted to know what it meant, but he said nothing as we both stopped, panting, shaking and shivering. We’d both come, and we should have been recovering, but neither of us wanted to move. The dim lighting that was in the room seemed to darken for a split second, but I remained in his arms. My boss. In his house and his place and I wondered what I’d got myself into again, but this time it felt different, and I didn’t understand why.