by M. Robinson
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.
I kissed her all over, her face, her neck, her breasts, and back to her mouth. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to look at her, I had to watch her. I pecked her lips one last time and opened my eyes to see that hers were closed.
“Baby…Baby, open your eyes. Keep your eyes open.” I grunted, continuing my assault on her g-spot. Her eyes opened and they were glossy.
“Oh God, Sebastian,” she exclaimed, letting me know that she was ready. It was un-fucking-fathomable. I’d never witnessed that look on any girls face before; her bright green eyes were glossy and alive.
I could hear the desperation in her voice. Ysabelle was going to be the end of me and I didn’t fucking care as long as she was by my side.
Moving a little faster, “You like that Baby? Does that feel good? What do you want Beautiful Girl.” I panted.
“Yes…yes…God yes…” She screamed.
I felt a great amount of pressure on the head of my cock from her. I could feel the intense pressure building up from the shaft of my dick; it felt like a thousand incredible moments linked together.
I could feel her clamping on tighter and tighter with each push and pull. Our eyes consumed each other just as much as our bodies, until I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her pussy clamped onto my cock and she screamed my name. I thrusted in one last time before I exploded deep in the back of her pussy, I didn’t stop until I pumped every last drop into her.
I leaned my forehead on hers and both our eyes closed. Our hearts were pounding, we were covered in sweat, and completely out of breath. We laid there for several moments completely oblivious to everything around us. I didn’t want to pull out, we were one, and so were our thoughts. We were lost in our abandonment.
Chapter 20
We woke up naked in each other’s arms with our legs entwined together. It was as if neither one of us wanted to let the other one go. I didn’t want to open my eyes, because I knew it would be over, we would get dressed, go to the airport, and go about our separate lives. She started stirring and I kissed her pouty lips.
She turned her face to the nook of my arm, “I need to brush my teeth and so do you,” she giggled.
“I’ll take you anyway I can, Ysa.” I reminde
d.
She peaked her gorgeous eyes up at me and smiled. She moved out of the bed and walked naked over to her bag. Ysabelle was comfortable in her own skin, seeing her naked in broad daylight would be an image that I would never forget.
She grabbed something from her purse and hid it behind her, laughing and walking back to me. She straddled my stomach and before I had the chance to take in the situation she snapped a picture of me.
Looking at her phone, “awe, you look adorable with your messy hair. I’m keeping it.”
She laid back down next to me and put her phone above us, “smile” she said. She snapped another picture and then kissed my forehead, before going into the bathroom.
Her phone was left on the bed and I couldn’t help myself, after I heard the shower running I unlocked it and quickly texted my phone from hers. I added her to my contacts under Ms. Telle and then just as quickly deleted it from her phone. Before I had a chance to think about it I went through her pictures.
There were hundreds of them and I was dreading to see how many men I would see. I rummaged through them all and I didn’t find any other man on her phone, other than the one she took of me and then us.
Before I had a chance to contemplate what I just realized, I heard the shower turn off. I met her at the door and picked her up off the ground in the tightest hug.
“What was that for?” She said, as I placed her back down on the ground.
“I just felt like holding you.” She smiled and I walked into the bathroom. I took a shower and got dressed. I walked back into the room and she was once again dressed like a VIP; her hair was straight, she had makeup on, and was dressed in tight jeans with an off the shoulder top, and fuck me heels.
I realized that our time was over, we were about to go back to our real lives; no longer was she mine, she was back to being Madam’s.
The taxi ride to the airport was somber, we didn’t talk much and before I knew it we were on the plane heading back to Miami.
The plane ride was the same way we didn’t talk. I didn’t know where we went from here. What would happen once we were back in Miami? I hadn’t expected this trip to turn into what it had become. It was as much of a surprise for me, as it was for her. I couldn’t take the silence and distance between us any longer, I reached for her hand and kissed it.
She didn’t even look at me, as I was doing it she just pulled her hand away from me as fast as possible. Fuck if that didn’t hurt.
I helped her with her luggage once we landed and we exited the airplane side by side. We decided to share a taxi and were about to exit the airport, before she said she needed to use the restroom. I waited outside for her when all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice.
“Sebby!” Julia yelled, a few feet away from me holding Christian’s hand.
“Dad!” He shouted happily jumping into my arms. I kissed him on the head and placed him back on the ground.
Julia wrapped her arms around my neck “surprise,” she said, right before she kissed me. I hadn’t seen my wife in three days and she kissed me passionately, I couldn’t help to open my eyes in search for Ysabelle and what I saw broke my heart.
She was staring at us from the entrance of the restroom. Once she caught my gaze she lowered her head and walked away from us, towards the entrance doors and into a taxi.
Julia pulled away from me with a huge smile, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” I said nodding “I’m just out of it, three days at sea will do that to you Babygirl. I missed you, I’m happy to be home.” I reaffirmed for whom I didn’t know.
She smiled again and we walked as a family back to our car.
What was weighing on my mind the entire drive home was that we didn’t get to say goodbye.
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Last night was the first time I ever felt like I made love. I just wanted a memory of our time together. I didn’t know what had come over me to want a picture of him, I wanted something I could look back on. I had no clue if he was going to request for my time again, for all I knew this would be our last time together.
There were no promises with him and I, no commitments, and no obligations. We were two completely different people, who just happened to find our way to one another and now we needed to go back home.
We rode on the airplane in an awkward silence, I didn’t have the nerve to ask if I would see him again. I honestly didn’t want to know the answer. Before we were about to land he reached for my hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. I was the one to pull my hand away and by the look on his face he didn’t like it.
I couldn’t do this anymore and he needed to understand that. The trip was over.
We landed at 2 p.m. and decided to share a taxi. I had to use the restroom before we left. I took the time to compose myself and repeat to myself that I could do this. I exited the restroom looking around for Sebastian. My heart did some sort of fluttering thing when I found him, found him in the arms of another woman.
They were kissing passionately with their arms around each other. They looked madly in love and like a family with their son. It all came crashing down on me at once. I knew what he was, but seeing it was another thing entirely.
This was the truth, this was my reality, this was my life. I was the escort. I needed to remind myself of that. It was my fault that I let my guard down; I had no one to blame but myself.
Sebastian opened his eyes and instantly found mine. I couldn’t have him see me like that, I was done being a fucking idiot. I put my head down and walked out of the airport into the first cab that I saw.
The entire ride home all I wanted to do was cry. I hadn’t cried in years.
I walked into my condo and for the first time it felt cold. I had no one to come home to, not even a fucking cat. All I had was myself, that’s all I ever had. And the reality of that hit me twice as hard. I was alone…
I heard my phone ding and silently prayed that it would be Madam with another date for me.
I swiped over the locked screen.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t have to wonder whose number it was.
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For the weeks that followed I walked around in a fog, hurricane Sebastian had run through me and left a destruction in his path. I worked hard at picking up the pieces, getting back in the swing of things with new and old clients.
Madam never asked nor questioned my time with Sebastian. She scheduled me like she always did and I played my part. I had been with several married men, seen them out with their wives and families, and I never cared that I had just been with them days before.
The image of Sebastian and his family caused a branded burn on my mind. I hated seeing her in his arms and vice versa. He hadn’t texted or asked for me in almost a month and I was beginning to lose hope that I would ever see him again.
What was even more fucked up was that I wanted to be with him again. I even caught myself trying to text the number he had texted me from, I couldn’t do it. I had never contacted a client, I waited until I was called upon, that’s how things worked.
I needed to get the fuck out of my house. I called the only person I cared to ever be around.
“Look who decided to come out of hiding, where have you been, Kid?” Devon answered.
“Oh…you know, a little of this, a little of that. I like to keep you on your toes Mr. Hill. What are you and your bitchy girlfriend doing?”
“Right…about that…” He paused.
“Yes” I inquired with my heart pounding. Please don’t say what I think your going to say.
“We sort of went to the court house and got married last weekend.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said a little too loudly.
“Wow Kid, a congratulations would have probably been a better opener, don’t you think?”
“Why?” I questioned in an angry tone, I didn’t know where it came from and why I was so upset.
“I don’t know Ysabelle, because we love each other, we’r
e going to be a family in a few months. That’s pretty standard stuff.”
“Great. Just fucking great, Devon. Congrat-u-fucking-lations.” I hung up.
My phone rang five seconds later.
“Kid…” was all he said and I broke down crying.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes” and hung up.
He walked right in, I hadn’t moved from the couch, my face looked crazy from the mascara and the crying, and I didn’t give two shits about it. He approached me cautiously like I was a wounded animal. I patted the seat next to me and he smiled.
“What’s going on?” He questioned.
“I don’t know, Devon…I’m so fucked up. I have no idea what I’m doing anymore. I’m sad, depressed, and crying like a little bitch on my couch.” I laughed and cried at the same time.
“Kid…”, he said putting his arms around me, “is it about that guy at the bar?”
“How do you know?” I whispered.
“I’m a man and I know what it looks like when another man is interested. Did he hurt you?”
“Yes…no…I don’t know.” I mumbled.
He sighed and kissed my forehead, “I have known you a very long time Kid, and I can’t help but feel relieved.” I moved to face him.
“What?”
“You let him in. I never thought you’d allow it.”
“Do you see this right here?” I addressed pointing to myself “this…is why I’m not supposed to give a shit. I end up looking and feeling like shit, Devon. I can’t think, I can’t sleep, I can’t fucking get off my couch. All I want to do is eat ice cream and watch sappy movies, and I hate sappy movies.” I whined.
He laughed. “You’re kind of adorable right now and that could be a plus.”