by M. E. James
After he kissed her until her brain turned to ooze, he pulled away.
"What made you decide to say yes?" Sebastian nuzzled her ear.
"Hmmm." She thought about it as he nibbled her lobe.
"Was it my good looks? My charm?" he asked.
"Well, it definitely wasn't your humility," she said.
He stuck his hand under her shirt and traced the bottom of her lacy bra. "Probably it wasn't my chastity either."
She rolled her eyes, but she had to admit that her body was enjoying the attention. "Do you really want to know what it was?"
Sebastian froze with his hand pressing against the swell of her breast. "Yes."
"Trust." She met his eyes. "If you say that you aren't hiding anything, then I have to trust that you're telling me the truth. That's why I finally said yes. I decided to put my faith in you."
His fingers dug into her skin, causing a sharp pain.
"Ouch!" she squealed.
"I'm so sorry." He stared in horror at his hand. "I didn't mean to do that."
"I know." She massaged her breast. "It's fine."
"No, it isn't." He looked at her guiltily as if he'd beaten her with a tire iron and then doused her with gasoline. "I won't ever do that again."
"Oh, for heaven's sake." She tugged off her shirt. "Look. There aren't even any marks. You just surprised me, that's all."
Sebastian studied her bosom, but not with his normal lustful gaze. He began to kiss the swell of her breast, murmuring, "I'm sorry," against her skin.
Despite the fact she was fine, she had to admit that she loved his attentive kisses. His fingers curled over her arms as he lapped at the flesh above her bra. She thrust out her chest, living for his sensuous touch. One thing for certain, she knew that their marriage bed would never grow cold. She didn't think she'd ever get bored with Sebastian as a husband.
"You know what, I think you should remove my bra." Yeah, she was acting horny, but she didn't care. A woman had the right to want to fuck just as much as a man did.
Sebastian met her eyes. Some of his guilt gave way to arousal. "I think you're right. That bra is getting in the way."
With one quick motion, he released the clasp of her bra and tossed it to the floor. Her rosy nipples were hard from her arousal, and her body ached with longing. Sebastian covered her breast with kisses, all while releasing tiny moans of appreciation. As he suckled and licked, she felt beautiful for the first time in her life. She realized that Sebastian was building her up, making her feel like a woman who was feminine and sexy. It was an amazing transformation considering the fact that she'd always considered herself to be a bit of a Plain Jane.
"Sebastian," she groaned, realizing that her rising self-esteem was all because of him.
In response to her moan, he kissed his way up to her nipple and fastened his lips around it. He suckled on the aroused nub, making her tremble from desire. By now, her pussy was dripping wet, and she was certain that her panties were soaked through. What she wanted most at that moment was to be astride Sebastian as he came. He made her feel like a confident sex goddess, and as far as she was concerned, confident sex goddesses took life by the horns—and cock.
"My turn." She made Sebastian lie down on the couch. A second later, she was straddling him with a grin on her face.
His eyes darkened with desire as he studied her nude chest. "Somebody's feeling frisky."
She winked—that had to be a first for her, because she never winked—and he moaned in response. As Sebastian stared up at her as if she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, she seized the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. In one swift motion, she had him bare-chested. She draped herself over him, pressing her breasts against his body. She kissed her way down to his nipples and sucked one into her mouth, tasting his salty skin.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" He gasped.
"From you," she murmured sensuously, then ran her tongue along his hard nipple.
"Oh God, woman, you'll be the death of me." Then he moaned in a way that suggested that this said death would be a pleasurable end.
Due to his intense reaction, she continued to lap at the aroused bud before kissing her way down to his abs. Unable to contain herself—and honestly, not really wanting to—she pressed her lips against his muscles, layering them with kisses. She felt his core tighten beneath her mouth. Slowly, as she continued to kiss his stomach, she unzipped his fly and tugged his pants and briefs down his legs. Once the clothing was on the floor, she grinned down at his hard cock, once again marveling at how beautiful his body was.
The honest to God truth was that she'd never found a man's privates to be all that attractive. But things were different with Sebastian. There was something elegant about his purple mushroom tip, and running her lips along his delicate, sensitive head was enough to make her shiver from delight. Sebastian's cock was something else.
Grinning at the thought, she devoured her lover's engorged rod. He buried his hand in her hair, forcing her mouth farther along his dick. Sebastian thrust his hips upward, causing his aroused cock to box the back of her throat. As he held her head down, he continued his onslaught until her lips burned from delicious pleasure.
"Suck my cock," Sebastian ordered. "Suck it."
And she didn't deny him what he wanted. She drank him up, loving the way his engorged rod felt sliding between her lips. Soon Sebastian was nearing orgasm and lowered his hips to the couch. He released her hair and draped his hand over his forehead.
"Are you okay?" Emmy eyeballed his flushed face with concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay." Sebastian shot her a seductive smile from underneath his arm. "Just give me a second. You're so hot that my body is aching."
"Okay." Emmy nodded, then bit her bottom lip.
She felt awkward sitting around doing nothing. Still, while Sebastian recovered, she saw no reason why she couldn't take off her clothes. She jumped off the couch and fumbled with the button of her jeans. To her surprise, she discovered that Sebastian was watching her with a lustful gaze.
"Undress slowly," he said in a hushed voice that sounded almost reverent.
Emmy had never performed any sort of striptease before. Hell, when she was by herself, she oftentimes undressed with her back to the mirror. But thanks to Sebastian, she was feeling more confident today than ever before. She bit her bottom lip and then unzipped her pants, giving her wide, womanly hips a little shake as she did so. Sebastian's eyes were full of desire as he watched her move, and she could only imagine what kind of thoughts he was having. She hoped they involved his cock dipping in and out of dripping wet pussy, giving her the ride of her life.
As her own imagination gave her a jump-start, she had to fight the urge to strip off her pants in a heartbeat and straddle Sebastian with a yell of, "Giddy up, cowboy!" Somehow she managed to ease the pants down her legs slowly instead, giving him a succulent view of her curvy legs as she did so. She was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs—not exactly lingerie—but Sebastian appeared to enjoy the sight of her panties regardless. His tongue flitted to the corner of his mouth as he watched her.
"Take your panties off too, sweetheart." A wicked grin crossed his face. "I want to see your soaking-wet pussy."
Emmy didn't need to be told twice. After all, the more naked she was, the closer she'd be to having Sebastian's iron-hard cock burrowed inside of her.
She eased the undies down her legs, revealing a triangle of sopping-wet curls. After she stepped away from the undies, she noted that Sebastian's gaze never left her dripping cunt. She was just about to take a step toward him, but he held up his hand.
"Touch your pussy for me," Sebastian said.
Her eyes widened in alarm. "What?"
"You heard me." His eyes were hungry. Lecherous. Lustful. "Touch your pussy. I want to see what you look like when you pleasure yourself."
His idea was so naughty it had her gasping, and yet…
And yet she was intrigued too.
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bsp; The thought of his probing eyes on her as she burrowed her fingers in her cunt was both delicious and raunchy. She glanced at the chair that was facing the couch and licked her lips, still unsure of herself. All it took was one glance at Sebastian's face, though, for her to realize that she was going to do it. Sebastian would be her husband soon. There was nothing wrong with putting on a little performance for her fiancé. And besides, she'd recently decided that she was a sex goddess, hadn't she? A sex goddess could handle a little naughty self-love.
Still nervous, Emmy sat down in the chair. She placed her hands between her legs, toying with the damp lips of her cunt. All the while, she was aware that Sebastian's gaze never left her dripping sex.
"Spread your legs wider, sweetheart," Sebastian ordered. "I want to see the inside of your pussy."
Cheeks reddening, Emmy did as he said, giving him a show that she never thought she would give any man. At first, she had trouble feeling pleasure because she was so nervous, but as she stroked the delicate folds of her pussy, the world dissolved. Instead all that mattered was her yearning cunt as she stroked herself again and again.
"Your clit." Sebastian spoke faster in his excitement. "Touch your clit."
Emmy nodded, then moved her shaking hand to her clitoris. She stroked the nub, shocked at the heightened arousal she'd begun to feel all because Sebastian was watching her with such probing eyes. Her back arched as she touched herself, and soon she was comfortable enough to study her lover's face instead of squeezing her eyes shut. There was sweat on Sebastian's brow, and the man was shaking from head to foot, aroused by what he was seeing.
"God, you're so wet." Sebastian moved his hand to his cock, likely eager to enter her.
In response to his moaning, Emmy stroked her clit faster, noting the fire inside of her body.
"Stick a finger in your pussy." Sebastian was on the edge of the couch cushion now.
This time, Emmy didn't hesitate. She'd become too aroused by the sight of her fiancé watching her. Quickly she traced the lips of her cunt and then nudged them open. She inserted a finger inside of herself and eased her way into her hot hole. Slowly she thrust, loving the way that Sebastian's eyes became darker by the second.
"Faster, sweetheart." His tongue darted out of his mouth again.
Emmy did as she was told, moving her finger in and out of her pussy. As she finger fucked herself, she knew that a huge climax was coming. No, more than huge. Explosive. Just when she was on the verge of coming, though, Sebastian groaned her name and she paused.
"I can't take anymore." Sebastian stared at her hungrily.
"I can't either." Emmy stood up, noticing how slick she was between her legs. She walked over to Sebastian.
Her lover accepted her with open arms. She pushed him down to the couch again, longing to ride him. While maintaining eye contact, she slowly eased her way onto his cock. Sebastian helped guide his eager shaft, and soon, her dripping rosebud was swallowing his throbbing member.
The moment he was inside of her, she wanted to scream with ecstasy. Instead she buried her fingers in his chest and moved up and down along her lover's engorged rod. The man whimpered desperately as she continued to ride him. She continued to move, her goal to torture her lover until he was ready to burst, but the burning inside of her grew too strong. Holding back would be painful.
As her breasts heaved, Emmy slammed herself down on her lover and rode him as if her life depended on it. She lived for the burning friction within her aroused pussy, and soon, the screams that she'd tried to contain were bursting from her lips.
"Sebastian," she yelled. "Ah, Sebastian."
Emmy noticed that with every movement she made, her breasts shifted and moved, but that only aroused her more. As she was astride her fiancé, she was all woman, all sex appeal, and nothing was better than that. She cried out and squeezed her eyes shut in delight.
Sebastian sucked in air beneath her and sat up, jostling her from her position.
Seizing her, the man flipped her so he was on top. "Put your legs on my shoulders. Hurry."
Still panting after her desperate ride, Emmy placed her legs on his shoulders. Sebastian let out a mighty cry as he thrust into her, filling her up. As he pounded her, he leaned forward, testing the flexibility of her muscles. His fingers dug into her legs as he burrowed himself in her up to the hilt. His thrusts became faster and faster, shallower and shallower, until a fiery orgasm consumed her body.
"Yes!" She arched her back as everything went white.
At that moment, she felt as though she was floating up to heaven and beyond. She was submerged in bliss, and also, submerged in Sebastian.
Just as she was coming down from her orgasmic high, Sebastian blew his load. He convulsed, grunting and whimpering in a way so primal it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. His seed filled her body, and she accepted all of it, certain that there was no better feeling in the entire world.
After Sebastian spent several moments calming down, she removed her legs from his shoulders. She lay draped on the couch, feeling sexed and sore in places that she never knew she had. Sebastian settled down beside her, pushing damp blond curls from her face as her chest heaved.
"You do know how amazing you are, right?" Sebastian laid a kiss on her shoulder.
"Bull crap." She turned her face away from him.
"I mean it." He nuzzled her soft skin. "You're the sexiest, most amazing woman I've ever met."
When she met his eyes, she realized that he was telling the truth. In his eyes, she was sexy and amazing. She smiled, feeling warm and happy.
"Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you." He ran his hand up her stomach. "Thank you for carrying my child and for agreeing to marry me."
The two of them locked eyes for a moment, and then he bent his head and kissed her. As his tongue once again entered her mouth, she was submerged in sheer bliss. Unfortunately, after he pulled back, she saw something else in his eyes other than happiness. Something that looked a hell of a lot like guilt.
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After Emmy showered, she headed into the bedroom and stared down at Sebastian who was lying on the bed. Earlier, he'd been so full of affection, but at that moment, she couldn't help but feel as though there was something wrong. His eyes were distance, and his expression was a bit sad. She thought that he should have worn a much happier expression after having fucked her so thoroughly.
She lay down in bed next to him and patted his chest. "What's the matter?"
Sebastian turned his head toward her, then opened and shut his mouth several times.
"Well?" She raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"No, Emmy, I'm not." Sebastian ran a hand through his hair.
"But you seemed okay after we, you know, did it," she said.
"Yeah, but…" Sebastian swallowed. "I feel guilty."
If there were ever words to kill postcoital bliss, it was those.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly, unable to keep her voice steady.
"I haven't been honest with you." Sebastian shook his head. "When you said I was hiding something, you were right."
Emmy sank onto the bed, feeling happiness drain out of her. So she'd been right about Sebastian after all. She'd felt that there was something wrong. Burning curiosity filled her. Even though she wanted to shake the truth out of Sebastian, she forced herself to remain silent; otherwise, the man might just stop talking.
"The thing is, I'm not who you think I am," Sebastian said. "I'm not even what you think I am."
What on earth was that supposed to mean? "Um, okay."
"I'm not human." Sebastian met her eyes.
It took her a moment to register what he was saying. Not human? Did he mean that he was so cruel he seemed inhuman or something? No, that didn't fit. Sebastian was many things, but cruel was not one of them.
"I don't understand what you're saying," she said.
Sebastian ground his teeth. "I didn't think that you would."
> "Are you saying that you act inhuman?" Like did he devour squirrels in an attempt to get in touch with his primal side?
"No, sweetheart, I'm saying that I'm a…a…werewolf." He paused.
The man stared at her, waiting for a reaction.
"A werewolf?" she said.
Several seconds went by as she tried to digest what he'd just said. And unfortunately, it didn't digest well.
Her stomach was churning as she spat out, "Are you turning my concerns into a joke?"
Emmy seized a pillow and whacked him over the head with it.
Before she could hit him again, he grabbed her wrist. "I'm not kidding."
"Bullshit." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a twelve-year-old at a slumber party, you know. Do you think I'm going to fall for some ridiculous horror story?"
He sighed. "No, I don't."
"I should make you sleep on the floor for winding me up like that." Emmy kicked him in the leg and flopped onto the bed. "You know, for a second there I thought you were serious."
Sebastian lay down beside her, his hands on his stomach. "Serious…yeah…"
"Were you about to feed me crap about our baby being a werewolf too?"
"Well, if I'm a werewolf, then yes, our baby would be one." There was something off about his voice, but since he was well enough to kid her, she wasn't that concerned.
"I can imagine the bonding exercises the two of you could do." Emmy wrinkled her nose. "Would you howl at the moon together? Would you teach our baby to hunt at a young age?"
Sebastian didn't say anything.
"You know what, a full moon is three days from now." She placed her hands behind her head. "Maybe I should be concerned that the baby is going to burst from my womb and start attacking people. After all, werewolves can't control their hunger for human flesh."
"You've been watching way too many horror movies," he said.
"Says the man who just finished watching, Kill All the Teenage Girls Part 4."
"I know that wasn't the title." The man began to smile again, but he was still tense.
"It might as well have been."
"I thought you liked horror movies," he said.