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The rest of the day goes by perfectly. We finish our subs on the beach, and then we sit for a little while longer enjoying being in each other’s company. We finish the afternoon walking hand in hand along the edge of where the ocean meets the sand.
It's a perfect day. The best I've had in a while.
We are on the highway driving home now and I'm starting to get nervous about tonight.
What if I’m not any good? Sebastian has a lot of experience. Maybe he won’t want to be with me after tonight? Will he go back to sleeping with the other girls tomorrow? My mind is going crazy with my thoughts.
He's said some life altering words to me earlier that make my insides melt. I can’t be sure, but maybe they're just words for him. Maybe it is what he says to women to seal the deal. Am I just going to be another fuck to him?
I stay silent the rest of the way until we pull into his estate. Sebastian pulls up to where the driveway curves at the front of the house and stops the car.
I don’t wait for him to open my door. I need air. I get out of the car and wait for him as he walks to my side of the vehicle.
“Everything okay?”
I’m not sure what to say. Should I lie and tell him yes? Or should I tell him the truth and let him see what a complete nutcase I am being.
I go with the truth.
“No, actually. Can we go inside and talk? Maybe up to your room? I've had some time to think on the car ride and I probably just let my thoughts get the best of me, but I need to talk to you about what you said earlier,” I blurt out.
“Sure. You know you can ask me anything, Mia. I promise to be honest with you. You may not like what I have to say, but I will be honest. You’re putting a lot of trust in me and I don’t want to blow that by lying to you.” I see the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks and I know whatever is said will be honest. That is all I can ask for.
We walk into Sebastian’s home and go straight to the right side of the house where the bedrooms are. The house is eerily quiet and no one on the staff is in sight. I can hear the sound of each of our steps on the wood floor. We walk towards the end of the hallway until we reach a set of double doors that lead into the master bedroom.
Sebastian opens the doors to his room and makes a gesture with his hands for me to go in first. I've been in this room several times but only to clean. This time feels different.
It is different.
Sebastian is inviting me in for intimate reasons. I’m not in here to clean, or dust, or even to put his laundry away. I am here for the night… hopefully.
The walls in his room are a light blue that naturally brightens the look of the room. A dark brown, suede chaise is to the left of the doors along with a standing bookshelf filled with historical books and biographies.
Directly in front of me is a California King size bed with black bedding, black satin sheets, and dark gray accent pillows. Dark brown nightstands stand on each side of the bed and to my right is the largest dresser I have ever seen. It's dark brown and has to have been custom made just for him.
He doesn’t have any pictures of friends or family in his room. In fact, most of the estate has no personal pictures, but he does have one painting above the headboard on his bed. It is one of those abstract paintings that looks like it's just paint splattered over a canvas, but the artist sees something else. And you, as an admirer, are supposed to draw your own conclusion of what the painting means to you.
When I look at it, it makes me sad.
He has two doors to the left of his bed. One opens up to a large walk-in closet. The other opens to and elegant master bath that has a gigantic Jacuzzi bathtub that I clean once a week. I often fantasize about being able to use his bathtub. What girl wouldn’t?
At this point Sebastian has made his way over to his bed. He is sitting and staring at me because I am still standing in his doorway. I know that once I move I will have to ask him where he sees this going. The physical part of me, the part of me that wants him more than my next breath, doesn’t want him to answer. She just wants him… all of him…. tonight.
But my heart? My heart needs to know that if I do this with him, it won’t be just another fuck for him. I can’t be just another girl he hooks up with. I have to know if he means what he has said on the beach earlier. My heart won’t be able to take it otherwise.
I move across the wooden floor and sit next to Sebastian on his bed. We turn to face each other, neither of us speaking for a while.
I'm nervous. My palms start to sweat; I can feel my body temperature starting to rise. My heart starts beating faster and I know in a few seconds I might lose the ability to speak normally, so I take the plunge.
“What you said to me on the beach, I need to know if you meant it,” I spit out rather quickly. I don’t want to chicken out.
He looks at me thoughtfully and reaches his hand out to gently caress my cheek. “About wanting to be with you? Of course, I meant it, I have never meant anything more in my life. I have never wanted anyone more in my life.”
His fingers continue to caress my cheek and I melt into his hand. Being with him like this, it feels so right. I suddenly don’t need any more confirmation from him. I am done questioning the decision I'm making. This feels too good and I haven’t had anything to look forward to in a long time. I’m not going to mess this up.
I lean in towards Sebastian and brush my lips against his. It takes him no time to respond. He kisses me back urgently. His soft lips are applying just the right amount of pressure to mine.
I open my mouth for him and our tongues meet and taste each other. Every kiss with him somehow gets better.
He has a hand on each side of my face while we devour each other. My hands go to the hem of his shirt and I start to raise his polo up.
Our lips separate from each other briefly as I pull his polo over his head. We reconnect and I can feel heat spreading through my body.
The things this man does to me.
He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and his lips move from my mouth and over to my jaw. He starts trailing kisses down my neck, then my collarbone, and then my chest.
My head falls back and I gasp as he starts to suck on the top of my breasts. His mouth feels incredible on my skin. His hands lower to the hem of my tank and he lifts it up and over my head.
His mouth makes contact with my breasts again as his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra. He unfastens and quickly pulls it off me.
He slowly lays me down on the bed and his left hand moves down my body, firmly tracing his hand over my collarbone, across my breasts, down my stomach and to the top of my shorts, while his mouth sucks on one of my nipples. His tongue comes out to flick my nipple and then he bites down gently. I feel a jolt straight to my clit. He has me so wound up.
My hands are in his hair, then they move down his back. I can feel all of his muscles flex and I'm imagining what they will feel like when he is thrusting inside me.
His hand moves from the top of my shorts and starts to unbutton them. Instead of removing them, he slides his hand down into my shorts, under my panties, until he makes direct contact with the folds of my pussy.
I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST CALLED IT THAT!
He brings out this side of me.
His fingers separate me as his thumb starts to rub my clit. I moan deeply and my hands move to grab his ass.
His mouth is still working my breasts and I can feel the start of my orgasm coming on.
“Sebastian… Please,” I moan out to him. My hands are moving up to grasp the side of his face.
He looks up at me with hooded eyes as his hand continues to rub circles on my clit. “What, honey… what do you need?”
He looks incredibly sexy right now… raw.
“Make love to me,” I moan as the build-up continues from the perfect amount of pressure his thumb places on me. “I need it now, Sebastian, fuck me now.”
He growls and his lips go back to my chest as
he speaks between open mouth kisses, “We’ll get there, honey. Let me make you come first. Let me make you feel good.” His mouth continues making love to my breasts as his thumb picks up the pace.
The build-up is getting stronger and I can feel my climax on the horizon. My breathing gets heavier, my eyes shut, and my fingers leave his body to grip the sheets under me. I can feel it coming.
Sebastian then dives his middle and index finger inside of me. It is all I need to push me over the edge. I scream out as I violently come on his fingers. My body trembles as his movement over my pussy slows. His mouth continues to kiss my body.
His lips move from my breasts as he slowly places kisses down my stomach. When he reaches the top of my shorts, he moves his hands to grip the waist of my shorts, and with one tug he completely removes my shorts and panties from my body. I am completely exposed to him.
His hands grip each of my ankles and slowly move up my legs, spreading me open for him as his body moves up with him. His hands reach my inner thighs and push me open completely. He lowers his mouth to me, licking and sucking my folds; his tongue traces over my clit and then goes lower, plunging into my core and tasting the evidence of my orgasm.
Once he's cleaned me completely with his tongue, he moves up my body until we are eye level with one another. He lowers his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. I give as well as I get. I'm high on the most intense orgasm of my life. I don’t want this feeling to end.
His mouth moves over to my ear and he whispers, “Perfect, you’re perfect.”
My heart melts inside me.
He's wrong. He's perfection. I am so damn lucky.
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