The Izzy and Seb Collection: The Evermore Series Books 1, 2 and 2.5

by Rachel De Lune

  He moves away from me but I remain still. We’ve never been together as just us, without the pretence of exploring my sexuality. Will it be the same?

  “Why are you still standing there, sweetheart?” He turns me to face him and his eyes are dark, filled with blues and greens.

  “I… I wasn’t sure.”

  “Oh, sweet girl. I want you naked beneath me, and if you don’t hurry up and start taking clothes off…” he pauses to run his finger down the centre of my chest to the top of my jeans, “… I’m going to strip you myself.” My breath catches at his words, and the familiar ache at the bottom of my stomach makes me want to squirm. I run my palms up his chest and rest them on his shoulders.

  “As you wish.” I smile with my eyes, and it sparks the reaction I want. Seb pulls off my jumper and unbuttons my shirt. He peels it from my shoulders to my wrists, restraining my arms behind me. His hands move quickly, fulfilling his threat to strip me. He picks me up, carries me to the bed and pushes me back so he can pull my jeans and knickers off. I start to struggle to free my arms but he’s not undone the buttons at my shirt cuffs and I can’t free my hands.

  “I wanted you naked, but seeing you like this, Izzy… Keep the shirt on.”

  Bound by my shirt, my arms are trapped on either side of me. Seb strips himself, then crawls over me, heading straight for my mouth. The passion that spiked in the lift surges back with a vengeance, but I can’t touch him. He starts to kiss my mouth, my throat, down my chest. He pulls my bra cup down and sucks hard on my nipple.

  “Mmm…” I bow off the bed. My clit throbs at his touch and heat sweeps over my skin. He continues to play with my breast, licking around my nipple before flicking it with the tip of his tongue and sucking softly. “Seb, please.” I’m begging him already.

  “Shh. I want to get lost in you, Izzy. Just let me.” His words hold the desperation I feel. I want to give him what he needs.

  He moves his attention to my other breast and pulls my leg out wider to cradle him. He trails his fingers up my leg as he gently kisses around my nipple. His touch is a faint tickle across my skin and draws a deep response from me. I’m wet and my sex is aching—aching and wanting. I feel needy for him to fill me—make me come. His fingers only skim the apex of my thighs and up to my breast. I moan, and I can feel his smile. He begins tweaking my nipple with his fingers, just enough to make me pant, while he flicks and licks at the other breast. He immerses me in sensation. I lose myself to him.

  “Mmm… Ahhh!” My mewls and pleading fill the air as I vocalise my desire.

  “I want to hear you, Izzy. I love how you sound.”

  I groan and my hips begin to thrust. I can feel his thick erection pressing into my leg and I want him. I want him to fuck me. Please, Seb, take me, fuck me. He pinches harder, sucks harder, and it’s painful in the most delicious way. Everything he does, I feel in my core. My clit throbs. All my muscles begin to tighten, and I can feel the build of my climax in the pit of my stomach.

  “That’s it.”

  “Oh pleeease!” As I plead, he pinches hard while ravishing my nipple with his tongue. It sends me over and my orgasm pulses through me without him even touching me.

  “Fuck, you’re so sensitive, so full of need. I’m going to bury myself in you now.” I’m still coming down from my climax as Seb shifts off of me. A moment later he presses back on top of me, and his eager cock is coated in my wetness as he slides through my slick folds. “God, so wet.” He thrusts into me. We groan together at the exquisite feeling and he pauses to rest his forehead on mine.

  This. This feeling is what I want—what I crave and what I’ve missed. His hips begin to rock against mine and we’re both lost to the feeling. I’m climbing already. Each thrust is faster, more urgent, and I can see the tension in Seb’s jaw as he pulls out and surges back into me. His gaze captures mine and I want to surrender to him—surrender all of me to him. So I do. He thrusts one more time and hits against my clit. My orgasm crashes over me. “Thank fuck.” His curse tells me he’s held back. He slams back into me, his frantic need to fuck me overtaking him. His own cries of pleasure ring loud in my ears as he comes hard, and then collapses on me.

  In my blissful cocoon, I’m aware of Seb shifting beside me, but my eyes have already closed.

  I open my eyes, and Seb watches me from where his head is buried in the pillows. “Can you take my shirt off now, please?” I smile into his now warm eyes.

  “Yes. Merry Christmas, Izzy.”

  “Merry Christmas, Seb.”

  “Right, now we need to sleep. It’s already morning and you’ve had a long drive.” I let him manoeuvre me to reach my cuffs. He pulls the covers back, my invitation to snuggle under. “Thank you for coming to me, Izzy.” His thanks shocks me for a second. I thought he wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of me driving up to see him.

  “Thank you for letting me. I’m glad I did. I missed you.” My voice breaks a little at the relief that we’ve connected again.

  “Shh. Sleep now. We can talk tomorrow, alright?” I nod into his skin. He turns the light out and wraps me in his arms. I give a huge sigh and try to stifle my yawn. When I hear his breathing slow, I whisper very softly, “I love you.” Sleep claims me.

  I’m warm and still sleepy, my head is groggy, but I sense something on my back. I stir. The sensations drag me from my slumber. Feather-light kisses rain down on my back. I must have ended up on my stomach during the night, and Seb’s soft lips are making a trail over my back.

  “Umm, good morning. That feels amazing.”

  “You have a beautiful body, Izzy. I’ve been watching you sleep but couldn’t help myself. Good morning.” He kisses down my back all the way to the base of my spine. I start to move, shifting my hips and arching into his touch. As Seb registers my approval, he skims his hand down the side of my body to rest on my hip. His fingers grip my flesh and pull me closer to him, closer to his mouth. He replaces his lips with his tongue and slowly draws it up the centre of my spine.

  I groan, heady with desire. He continues the trail with his tongue and it’s erotic, so personal, and I melt, my stomach now sick with need.

  “You like me stroking you like this.” It’s not a question.

  “Yes,” I purr.

  “Good.” He moves down to the base of my spine again, but instead of repeating his tongue torture as I thought he would, he pulls back the duvet.

  “I’m naked.” I squeak my protest and turn to look at him over my shoulder. The burning look in his eyes stops any further fight from me. He moves down the bed and takes my left ankle, pulling it to the corner of the bed so my legs are spread wide. My breathing and excitement level kick up a notch. Wanton desire runs through my veins.

  His tongue runs around the inside of my ankle. He grasps my foot and stops me from wiggling it free. “Stay very still, Izzy,” he commands. He’s taking control, and I love it. It’s what my body craves and clearly responds to. I’m relieved. I worried when he said these days would be for “us,” not as “Isabel and Sebastian,” the formal names he’d insisted we use during our previous games of D/s. I wondered if that meant he wouldn’t dominate me, but the look he just gave me, together with his commands, has vanquished those doubts.

  Soft, slow licks travel tantalisingly up the inside of my leg, getting closer and closer to my sex. I instinctively tense and begin to draw my legs together. Relax, you know it’s going to be amazing. Seb notices. He grabs my thighs and pushes my legs even wider.

  “Don’t deny me, Izzy.” I try to relax and he presses my legs a fraction wider again. “You look delicious and wet.” The anticipation he’s building is painful and I want to press my legs together to relieve the growing ache. “I think you’re a needy girl. Now, do you want my tongue on your pussy, licking and sucking on you until you come on my mouth?” Oh my god. My brain is scrambled. His words ignite a toxic mix of desire and need in my blood. My clit swells, eager to feel Seb’s touch.

  The sensitive flesh of my
thigh quivers as his tongue dances a sexy trail upwards. I’m both mortified and desperate all in one. Just as I think he’s going to reach my slick lips, his tongue tickles the inside of my other leg and I moan in frustration. “You’re impatient, I see.” He’s laughing at me. Yes, I am. Please!

  He repeats the trail with his tongue, starting at my ankles, and I zone out to the hypnotic sweep of his tongue on me. I feel how wet I am. Every lick of his tongue registers on my clit. When he reaches the apex of my thighs this time, I’m panting hard.

  “Please, Seb… Please touch me.” I’ve become accustomed to begging. I’m still not ashamed.

  “My pleasure, Izzy.” He pushes a finger inside of me with exquisite slowness, and I nearly come apart. Inch by inch, it slips inside of me while his other hand keeps my leg outspread.

  “I can see your juices coating my finger. It’s running off you, you’re so wet.” My muscles clench at his dirty talk, my orgasm coiling. “I’m enjoying the show, Izzy, but I want more. On your knees for me, head and chest down, arse in the air, legs wide.”

  Huh? I’m thrown off a bit, but I do as he says, all with his finger buried inside me. When I’m in position, he draws his finger out just as slowly as he pushed it in and repeats. Over and over. He doesn’t speed up and it’s enough to drive me crazy. He keeps my orgasm at bay while sending my body into overdrive.

  “Please. Please, Seb, please. I need to come,” I plead with him, but he doesn’t change his tactics. “Seb, more. I want it harder, faster.” I’m grinding my hips back and down onto his finger now, wild with the need to come. He slips another finger into me, which only serves to inflame my desire, but he allows me to fuck his fingers. My inhibitions at being on display to him are long forgotten. “Yes… Oh god, yes.”

  “Fuck, don’t come!” He withdraws his fingers from me.

  “No! No, why?” He pulls me back and thrusts his cock into me before I can say anything else. He pulls me back so I’m almost sitting on him, my legs still wide. He reaches around to pinch my clit and he growls in my ear.

  “I wanted to watch your beautiful pussy weep with desire for me, but you are too impatient.” He thrusts up, hard. “And you fucked my fingers so wantonly.” Thrust. “I want to fuck you into next week.” Thrust. His words are sexy as sin and I’m ready to explode. My orgasm tightens everything inside me. “Come for me, Izzy.” He squeezes my clit between the soft pads of his thumb and forefinger.

  I come apart on his lap as he grinds through his own climax. “I think you may have forgotten your control again. We’ll have to work on that.” I smile at his words, remembering when he first spoke them to me before spanking me over his breakfast bar.

  “I look forward to it.” I sag against him, completely spent. I collapse forwards and crawl off him back up to the pillow. Seb pulls the duvet over me and I want to go back to sleep. Again.

  “I’ll let you sleep for a little bit, but I’d really like to spend some of Christmas with you. And not just in bed.”

  “Okay,” I whisper sleepily as I doze back off to a happy place.

  It must be the middle of the day when I wake. I turn over in bed and stretch out for Seb, only to find the bed empty. I wrap the duvet around my body and venture out into the living space. Across the room, Seb is arranging a small table with plates and cutlery. A trolley is behind him with a number of dishes and plates and two silver cloches. I’m arrested by the view out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the city far below—the same city that bore witness to my punishment when we were last here.

  “You can’t stand there all day, Izzy. Go put some clothes on so we can have lunch. Hurry up before it gets cold.” Seb’s already dressed in jeans and a dark grey t-shirt, stretched across his torso as an invitation for me to stare. He looks up and gives me his sexy smile. I smile back before wrestling the duvet back the way I came.

  I’m in a dream world: Christmas with Seb, the man I’m head over heels in love with, at a hotel where he is showering me with attention. I can’t shake my own grin as I hastily throw my jeans and a jumper on. I re-emerge to find Seb sprawled in a chair at the little table, sipping on something pink and bubbly from a champagne flute. I join him. A full Christmas spread is before us and it’s perfect. He stands and helps me into my chair.

  “How on earth did you get this all arranged?”

  “It’s a hotel, Izzy. I ordered it up.”

  “Yes, but it’s Christmas.”

  “I know. Hence the Christmas dinner.” I’m warmed by the sentiment that we are relaxed enough with each other to have these playful moments.

  “Thank you. It looks wonderful. I didn’t really have any plans for today.”

  “Oh, why not?” He starts on his food, spearing a slice of turkey and a roasted parsnip, topped with cranberry sauce.

  “Well, I hoped that we would spend Christmas together. Jess invited me to spend it with her if not.”

  “What about Phil?” The air holds a silence after his question. Didn’t he believe me when I told him I’d left him?

  “What about him? I’m not living with him anymore. I’ve sent off the papers to petition him for a divorce. Spending Christmas with him was hardly appropriate.” The sass in the answer earns me a disapproving look and I cower a little inside.

  “Will you tell me about it?” I owe it to Seb to be completely honest. Seb has a right to know why I’m getting a divorce, but I can’t help the shame and embarrassment that I’m feeling.

  “Well, after I got home from your flat, I was a mess. I couldn’t sleep and ended up wandering around the rooms of my house… just looking at where I was. This was my house. But it wasn’t a true home anymore. I didn’t want to be there or part of a life that was unhappy. I know leaving was something I should have done a long time ago, before I’d even met you, but I wasn’t strong enough for that. I packed up and left for Jess’s. I hired a solicitor who has filed petition papers, the first step, and told Phil. He accused me of changing—said that I’d never reacted this way before to his little flings, that his behaviour wasn’t a problem before. I realised then how blind I’ve been.” Seb hasn’t looked at me during my little speech, just continued to eat his turkey, which makes it easier for me to continue. “I wanted to tell you how I felt about you, but I also knew that I needed to do this for me. I had to sever things with Phil for my benefit, not just because of what you told me. I think I would have either way. It was long overdue, and certainly something right for me. Jess has been great.” I pick at my food, taking a few mouthfuls.

  We continue eating in relative silence, stealing glances at each other, smiling and giggling a little across the small table. It’s like the first date we never had—charming and sweet.

  “You know, you were an adorable bundle of nerves the first time I saw you, but you can’t deny that the attraction was instant. If it wasn’t for that training course, it’s likely we never would have met again.” His smile is mournful and I feel it, too. There are so many ‘what ifs’. There still are, and we need to get to those. Just not today.

  “Thank you,” I say, suddenly grateful beyond measure for everything Seb has done. “For helping me find my courage. I’m sorry we didn’t start like a normal couple should.”

  “That wasn’t meant to happen for us. We have our own story, okay?” Seb whispers. Tears start to form in my eyes and his hand engulfs mine, drawing my eyes to his.

  “Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re here now.”

  I stare into his eyes. The blue has turned dark, and I know that after both our confessions, he’s feeling like I am—emotional and grateful for reaching this point and in need of cementing our feelings in the best possible way.

  “We need to get out of this hotel room.”

  “Why?” I thought he was going to drag me back to the bed, not suggest we leave. My brows furrow and I give him a look that can’t be mistaken for anything other than disappointment.

  “Because,” he says with a grin, “if we don’t, I’m going to fuck you
again, and as good as that is, I want to take you out.”

  “But it’s Christmas.”

  “I don’t care. This is our first Christmas together and I can actually take you out for a change. I intend to do just that. Even if it’s just to walk around for a bit.” He kisses the end of my nose in a very un-Seb-like gesture. “Come.”

  After he wraps me up in his scarf, we head out of the hotel. The weather is pretty un-Christmassy, grey and overcast with a cold bite in the air, and I appreciate the extra layers I dressed in. We don’t talk, just meander about through the streets of Manchester. Seb has a death grip on my hand, something I’ve never felt before, and it does wondrous things to me. I feel bright and happy—contented.

  There are few other people out. All the shops are closed but it doesn’t deter Seb. He guides us slowly about and I relax next to him, silently enjoying his lead. We travel up one long road from the hotel before veering off and walking a little further. I hope Seb knows where he’s going, as I have no idea and my sense of direction is poor, even if we have been going in a relatively straight line.

  We enter a small garden area with Christmas lights twinkling in the gloom. A mix of old and new buildings surround it. The red brick buildings and modern glass and concrete play against the lush green of the grass. I spy another couple walking through holding hands and wonder about them. Are they in love? Do they have a secret that only they know about? It makes me smile, and I look up at Seb.

  “What is it, Izzy?”

  “Oh, nothing. I’m happy, that’s all.” He leans down to kiss me, sure lips guiding me and coaxing me into the kiss. Goose bumps travel up my neck and I run my hands through his hair to pull him closer.

  “Hmmm. You’re going to have to get better at that—telling me what you’re thinking. Come on. Let’s head back. I don’t want you to get cold.”

  “Okay, lead the way.”