He felt like hundred pound weights had replaced his hands and feet as she shoved him against the bedpost and traced his mouth with her tongue. He groaned in helpless bliss as she sucked his lower lip lightly; his body rigid. She nuzzled his neck; reveling in the musky scent of his bath gel as she pressed her soft breast to his hard chest.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
PAIGE ALLOWED HER HANDS TO WONDER over Sebastian’s muscular chest and arms as she devoured his mouth. Wrenching her mouth from his; she retrieved the bottle of chocolate syrup and dribbled it over his chest, groin and legs.
A sense of satisfaction overwhelmed her as she saw the raw desire on his face; enhancing the yearning inside her. His features tightened as she licked the sweet substance from his chest; pausing to trace his tattoo before circling each nipple with her tongue, over and over until his hand fisted in her hair.
She slid to his abdomen; focusing on his navel and he groaned through clenched teeth; his fist tightening. She fell on her knees before him; rubbing her cheeks against his hair roughened shin until she couldn’t think anymore. Her sole aim was to give him pleasure which shockingly invigorated the sizzling passion building inside her.
She planted open-mouthed kisses on his calves between the recurrent flicking of her tongue until there was no trace of chocolate. Tentatively, she stroked the tip of his chocolate coated shaft with her tongue; a burst of excitement sparking between her thighs at the wickedly erotic act.
"Fuck", he groaned, one hand gripping the bedpost behind his back in a desperate bid to ground his violently, shuddering body; the other knotting in her hair.
Her soft lips closed over his pulsing organ and he clenched his teeth on a guttural moan as her tongue swirled along his hardened length like a delicious ice-cream cone. Her inexperience was lost in the enthusiastic stroking of her mouth and tongue and he was afraid if she didn’t stop soon he was going to cum inside her mouth. He opened his mouth to say something but only a tortured groan broke free as her head bobbed on his sex until the head of his engorged flesh touched the back of her throat.
He sagged against the bedpost as she glided to his chest and propelled him unto his back on the bed. Retrieving a condom from the foot of the bed; she tore the foil with shaking fingers and fidgeted slightly as she rolled it unto his rock-hard arousal. Having always performed the crucial task himself, in the past; he found her action oddly stimulating.
Her moist flesh opened unto his rigid manhood as she straddled his thighs without removing her underwear. The idea of wearing the provocative garment gave her added thrill and she sunk unto his shaft; inhaling sharply as she took all of him inside her. For a moment she thought she’d gotten more that she’d bargained for as her body adapted to his remarkable size.
He groaned low in his throat and she felt as if her inner sensual goddess had unleashed as she ground her hips, brusquely, into his. She threw her head back; her eyes rolling back inside her head as she savored the fullness of him inside her. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as she bounced on top of him; his shaft slamming into her soft flesh and sweat beaded on his brow despite the cold temperature.
His head fell back on a tormented groan as the tension built inside him with every reckless movement of her hips. He felt as if he was going to have a heart attack as his heart constricted inside his chest and his breathing became shallow. He struggled to halt his heightening pleasure; to prolong the bliss as he felt himself slipping…
“No! Slow down baby… I don’t wanna cum yet…” he breathed harshly.
Her eyes shone with devilment as she rode him harder and he could see that she was close to peaking; the notion fueling his own passion.
“Aah! Paige, Fuck…” He groaned as his body shattered into orgasmic bliss and she screamed his name as her body convulsed around his.
He collapsed, heavily, unto the soft coverlet; his lungs battling to stabilize his breathing as she shrunk to his chest; in much the same shape as he. They lay there; motionless, for a long while afterwards, until their racing hearts calmed and speech was possible. She rolled, reluctantly, from his body to lie flat on her stomach beside him.
“Wow”, he murmured, threading his fingers through his hair as he glanced at her, “where the hell did that come from?”
She blushed all the way to her hairline; glancing away from his chocolate brown eyes as a feeling of triumph swelled in her chest.
He roared with laughter; elevating her chin with his forefinger, “thought you had tamed the beast, did you?”
She swallowed hard; speechless, as she witnessed his shaft lengthening before her very eyes.
“I believe I was promised a bit of entertainment in the Jacuzzi”, she hardly had time to catch her breath before he whisked her off to the Jacuzzi to perform wickedly delicious exploits on her body.
He ordered room service afterwards and they dined in bed; Sebastian feeding her tacos as they teased each other between mouthfuls. Her body pulsed with excitement when he popped grapes and diced strawberries into her mouth as they drank white wine.
She sucked his finger lightly as he placed the last bite of fruit between her lips and his eyes smoldered with lust. Setting aside the champagne glasses; he drew her into his arms and ravaged her mouth. His mouth left her lips to tease her breast and she moaned in delight as his hands sought the soft flesh between her thighs.
“Hmm... I love your breasts baby. Do you love it when I do this Paige?” his mouth latched onto her nipple and pleasure darted to every inch of her body.
“Yes…” her voice was a mere whisper.
He slid a finger into her moist core; groaning with satisfaction as her body welcomed his intimate caress. Without warning or preempt, he lifted her from the bed and carried her to a couch, a few paces from the bed. Her heart thumped against her ribcage as he placed her on her hands and knees in the sofa; hoisting one of her legs on the headrest while her hands were flattened on the armrest. Her upper torso was hanging over the arm of the sofa; her hair brushing the hardwood floor and her legs splayed before him.
He spanked her ass cheeks suddenly and she screamed in shock as the walls of her sex contracted in delight. The pink, swollen flesh of her inner thighs seemed to beg for his penetration and his arousal surged at the sight. His hand sought her breasts and he caught her nipples between his fingers and squeezed gently; glorying in the loud moans of his name that spilled from her lips.
He rolled on a condom and positioned his manhood at her opening as he nibbled at her earlobes, travelling to her shoulders, the small of her back and back again until she whimpered with need. His lips maintained their slow gait over her back, nape and ears as he fondled her breast; slaking the passion inside her to a painful pinnacle.
“Sebastian, please..?” she begged, urgently.
Her body shivered uncontrollably as he obliged; plunging into her with a feral growl of sensual gratification; filling her to overflowing. He thrust into her soft flesh with deep lingering strokes as he caressed her limbs as if preparing her for what was to come.
“Do you like it like this baby? Or this?” he asked as he pounded into her with firm thrust.
“Yes Sebastian!”
She ached so much she wanted him to rip her apart, if only to sate the engulfing flames wrecking havoc on her senses.
“What am I doing to you Paige?”
“You’re…” she couldn’t think of a suitable response as he pummeled her flesh, insistently.
He swirled his tongue inside her ear and she bit her lip as the tingling sensation reverberated through her body.
“I’m fucking you”, he whispered against her ear and her body flushed with excitement, “say it!”
No, she couldn’t possibly…, she thought as his voice echoed through her head like a fervent prayer.
“Say it!” he roared as he gripped her hips and slammed ferociously into her and the words seeped from her lips in a rush.
“You’re… fucking me”, the statement seemed to release a dam
of pleasure inside her.
She felt like a dirty girl, doing dirty things and she never felt better. She was free.
“Again”
“Fuck me, fuck me please, Sebastian”, she screamed at the top of her lungs and he growled like a wild beast; losing all control.
The pleasure had neither beginning nor ending. It was inside her, above her, around her; it consumed her. Her body quaked with it and she knew it would destroy her because a thing of this magnitude couldn’t be endured. She clawed at the leather couch as he thrust uncontrollably into her until her fingers crumbled and her body dissolved into mush.
“Sebastian…the pleasure…I can’t bear it.”
He groaned and she felt his shaft pulse as he sunk so deep inside her she thought he’d touched her heart. The pleasure shredded her apart, inch by aching inch until tears streamed down her face. She shuddered uncontrollably; sobbing as he sank into the cushions, taking her with him. She felt as if she had survived a wreckage and was seeing the world through new eyes.
“Did I hurt you?”His voice was tinged with anxiety as his eyes ran over her body.
Except for a few love bites where he’d grazed her creamy breast, she seemed okay, but still…
“It was so amazing”, she couldn’t seem to stop the tears, “just hold me, please?” she begged and his face softened.
He gathered her, gently, in his arms and carried her to the bed and placed her beneath the blanket. And after disappearing into the bathroom for a short time, he joined her in bed and she placed her head on his chest; sniffling until she fell asleep and he, shortly afterwards.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
PAIGE WAS AWOKEN BY THE enticing pressure of Sebastian’s soft lips gliding over hers. She groaned; rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her knuckles as a warm feeling unfurled in her chest.
“Wake up baby, its morning”, the tangy scent of his shower gel tickled her nose and her eyes fluttered open.
Sebastian was seated at the edge of the bed; dressed in an immaculate charcoal, jacket suit.
She smiled shyly and pressed his arm to her chest, “come back to bed”.
She glowed with contentment and he had to restrain himself from doing exactly as she’d asked and ravishing her until they were both consumed with ecstasy.
But he couldn’t resist kissing her swiftly on the lips, “I can’t but I have something for you”, her smile faltered a bit.
Her jaw slackened as he produced a sparkling diamond necklace with an emerald pendant, “I bought it in Paris. I thought it matches the color of your eyes.”
The happiness inside her heart died of a cold death. She was nothing more than a pastime to him; a willing woman to warm his bed. She glanced away from his dreamy brown eyes; shamed at the manner in which she had thrown herself at him like the whore he thought her to be.
“You didn’t have to…”-
“Shh”, he placed a silencing finger over her lips, “I know I didn’t have to. But I did, because I wanted to”, he slipped his hands under her hair and hooked the necklace around her neck.
“I have to go”, he glanced at his watch, “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I’ll call you”, he kissed her nose before quitting the room.
She fingered the necklace; her eyes pooling with tears as he closed the door behind him; he remembered the color of her eyes. And he was thinking of her aside from sexually. Her face creased into a hopeful smile as she threw back the covers and made her way to the shower.
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” PAIGE QUERIED AS THE CAR pulled around a curb.
She had never seen him drive before and she had to admit he was as slick around the steering wheel as the impressive Mercedes-Benz S-Class.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you where we’re going, would it”, his eyes flitted off the road to glance at her.
“I guess not”, she pouted disappointedly before perking up at a thought, “but you could give me a hint”.
He laughed uproariously, “you never give up do you?”
“And you never relent”, she rolled her eyes and fell back into her seat.
“Here we are”, he announced, halting in front of a bland building that appeared to be deserted.
She wondered what sort of surprise could be housed in a vacant building as he led her to the door and opened it. She frowned as they stepped inside and stared at the wide expanse in confusion.
He eyed her speculatively, “you still have no idea what the surprise is?”
She shook her head slowly. What the hell was he up to? She suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
“I’m giving you the building to start your café.”
“What!”
“Its three minutes drive from Fifth Avenue, a private getaway from the rush of mainstream Manhattan that’s not too far away”.
“Sebastian”, she closed her eyes in an effort to calm the sudden throbbing inside her head.
He trudged over the open space, highlighting locations, “you could have the dining area here, kitchen or prep room here and of course a VIP lounge here”.
“This is very kind of you but I can’t accept”
Ignoring her, he flicked out his iPad, “I even created a designed for the interior, see”, he held out the IPad for her to see.
“Sebastian!”
“What!”
She hung her head; suddenly feeling old beyond her years.
“Why are you doing this?” her voice was hoarse with emotion and she was holding onto her tears by a thread.
Tell me that you care, her eyes pleaded, that you aren’t just doing this on a whim. Instead his face hardened and his eyes smoldered with rage.
“I don’t need a reason to be generous”, he said through clenched teeth.
“Generous”, her heart clenched painfully; so she was just someone he was generous to.
“I thought this was what you wanted; I thought it was your dream.”
“And who gives you the right to fulfill my dreams”, she trembled with emotion, “money isn’t everything and you can’t just control people’s lives because you have it”, she knew she was being unfair but it was either lashing out at him or face the turbulent emotions coursing through her.
“Why do I get the feeling this is always about my money. Yes, my father is rich but I’ve worked very hard to be where I am and I will not apologize for it”, he was livid with rage.
“Well I’m not your charity case and I don’t want anything from you”, she spat venomously and his eyes clouded with hurt but he quickly masked the expression.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
PAIGE TURNED TO LEAVE, FEARFUL THAT THE TEARS IN her eyes would spill over.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you always so damned defensive?”
Because I love you, you idiot, she wanted to scream, but you’re too stuck up to see it or even care.
“Because every time you touch me I burn with shame afterwards at the reminder that I’m just the whore you hired to warm your bed”, she said instead and he was upon her so fast her head spun.
“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again!” he roared; shaking her almost violently, “Do you hear me!”
“I can say any damned thing I want!” fear replaced the rage inside at the anger emanating from his large body.
She knew he’d never hit her but for a moment she wasn’t so sure but she lifted her chin firmly.
“You sassy little whelp”, his lips captured hers with an almost bruising intensity and her head spun dizzily.
When he tugged his mouth from hers, her body thrummed with need.
“I told you from the onset that your body wasn’t part of the contract”, he stroked her cheeks soothingly and that ever present awareness resurfaced, “and there’s nothing about what we do to be ashamed of”, his lips brushed hers, “I want you so bad, I feel like a fucking furnace most of the times”.
As if she needed more convincing than the heat in his eyes, he pressed his arousa
l into her thighs and she inhaled sharply.
“And you feel it too”, he murmured against her lips, “I can feel it in the way your body responds to my touch”.
He backed her against the wall and she shivered with something other than the cold November air. His teeth sunk, delicately, into the hardened buttons of her nipples through her cotton dress and she moaned loudly.
“Tell me shame is all you feel at this moment and I’ll release you and never touch you again.”
She should do just that, she thought maliciously, but what sense would it make when her body was melting faster than a Popsicle left out in the sun. What a day to decide to wear a dress, she thought absently, as Sebastian tore her leggings and panty in his urgency to access her inner thighs.
Deftly, he undid his fly before slipping on a condom and hoisting her legs around his waist. He slid into her moist flesh in one solid thrust. She panted with need; looping her ankles behind his back as he gripped her hips; rocking back and forth inside her. It was a heated possession and their harsh moans filled the room as they strove towards completion. And when it came, they held onto each other as they shook in ecstasy; sliding to the hardwood floor together, afterwards.
“There should be a bathroom around here somewhere”, Sebastian noted breathlessly as he lay flat on his back with her sprawled on top of him, “I started the renovations when I returned last week”.
She sat up and stared him directly in the eye, “I will accept your offer on one condition”.
He stroked her hair lightly; a telltale smile on his lips, “you’re as stubborn as a horse”.
“I’ll pay you back every penny.”
He snorted, “that’s preposterous”.
“You’ll get your lawyers to make a contract outlining the details and I’ll sign”, she persisted.
He was silent for a moment before he sighed in acceptance, “ok, since you insist”.
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