by M E Whiter
“Fuck! Are these scars from the accident?" he asks, his voice rising in alarm.
I exhale deeply, keeping my face turned away from him. “No, they aren't."
"Then how did you get them?"
It's not something I want to talk about, so I tell him. "I fell backwards through a glass door, years ago.” I bite my lower lip, praying he can't tell I'm lying.
“My God! Rachel, when you were talking about your scars, I had no idea about these.” He bends down and kisses the patch of faded scars on my back, like he's trying to make them better. He's a few years too late for that, but not for his lips tickling my skin.
“You weren’t to know, Sebastian.” I murmur, wriggling away from his lips.
"I want to know the whole story, Rachel, but I won't press you tonight." When he reaches across my back and picks up the bottle of massage oil, I sigh with relief, glad the subject is over.
I close my eyes, when I feel his warm oily hands gliding over my bare skin. He massages the tops of my shoulders first, kneading the tight muscles, while his thumb rubs my neck. The music continues in the background, it's slow rhythmic tempo matching the pulse in my veins, as I begin to relax. The amount of pressure he's using is pure bliss, as he works his hands down my spine.
When he reaches the top of my panties, he doesn't stop, slipping beneath the lacy fabric and moving lower until he touches the crevice at the top of my behind. When his thumbs briefly massage the tight bundle of nerves just above my anus, my legs stiffen a little, as I moan into the cushion. Oh my . . . It feels so naughty!
Sebastian bends down and breathes softly into my ear, “How does that feel, Rachel?”
“Ahh, wonderful,” I moan, barely able to speak, my mind light-headed from the intoxicating scent of jasmine coming from the candles.
Sebastian stops and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it over my dress. When I feel his fingers latch onto the top of my panties, a renewed sense of panic washes over me.
"Come on Rachel, we need to get these off." He tugs on the band, not waiting for my approval. Sliding my panties all the way off, I’m now lying facedown on the cushions, completely naked.
Sebastian works the oil into my buttocks, kneading and rubbing, back and forth until I'm totally relaxed and my skin is humming all over with heat. He then increases the pressure, as he purposely presses down on my behind, effectively pushing my pubic bone into the cushions, using a rocking motion. It's like he's massaging my sex directly. The movement is making me feel incredibly horny.
Sebastian leans down, whispering in my ear, “Rachel, you need to turn over now.” He starts to roll me over, before I can barely register what's happening. I'm too caught up in the heat of my arousal to feel embarrassed, at him seeing my full-frontal nudity.
“Rachel, you look so beautiful and radiant when you are aroused, I will not be able to hold back for much longer,” he whispers, softly.
“Hmm,” I purr, only half hearing what he’s saying, as he starts to massage both my upper arms. He then moves to my breasts, his fingers lightly brushing across my nipples as he works the oil in. I gasp, every time he does it. The peaks swell until they’re painfully hard and tingling.
Sebastian moves to my legs next. Working up and down, and then back up again. With each tantalising stroke between my thighs, his thumb skims closer and closer to my sex. I moan softly, silently begging for his hands to do so much more.
Without warning, Sebastian withdraws his fingers, leaving me instantly frustrated from the lack of stimulation. Before I have time to protest, he stands up, stripping off his pants. I don't even get to catch a glimpse of him naked, before he’s kneeling back down on the cushions.
When he grabs my ankles, I gasp out loud, as he spreads them wide apart, exposing my sex. I close my eyes, feeling completely open and vulnerable to him. He moves position, so he's kneeling between my thighs. His legs are so close, I can feel the heat flowing from his body onto my most sensitive area.
He lowers himself, dropping on hand beside me to support his weight, as he hovers above me. His chest hairs tickle, when he brushes over my breasts, teasing my aching nipples. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me longingly and possessively, as he slides his other hand between my legs.
His fingers massage the moist folds of my sex before slipping inside me. I instinctively open my legs a little wider, giving him better access. He continues stroking my inner walls, working me into a frenzy. I moan into his mouth, my body is craving for him to be inside me.
When he stops kissing me, he kneels back up, slowly removing his fingers, so he can take hold of my legs and wrap them around his hips. Grabbing a condom off the table, I presume he brought it in with the oil, he opens the packet and sheathes himself. He then presses the head of his erection against my entrance.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to watch you, when I bury myself inside you." His lust-filled gaze locks onto mine when I do. "Do you want this, Rachel?"
I can barely hear his question, over the throbbing pulse of my heart, resounding in my ears. I nod my head in reply.
"I need to hear you say it," he breathes out, his voice deep and throaty. He rubs his length up and down my sex, provocatively, trying to cajole the words from my lips.
"Yes, I want it. I want you, please?"
"Ah, Rachel, music to my ears," he sighs, squeezing hold of my hips, as he pushes inside of me. His thick length, opening me up as he slides all the way in. The feeling is exquisite.
His dark smouldering gaze stays focused on mine, as he begins to move inside me, slowly and purposely in rhythm, to the beat of "Loco" by Enrique Iglesias, playing in the background.
When he lowers himself over me, he uses his elbows to support most of his weight. I wrap my legs around his hips, as he continues rocking back and forth inside me, building up momentum.
"Mmm, Rachel, I could lose myself in your heat," he whispers in my ear. His words send my arousal into overdrive.
He cups my head in his hands, angling my face towards his lips, as he kisses me frantically, his tongue plunging inside my mouth. Our breathing is sporadic, and rasping.
I writhe beneath him, moaning in pleasure, as I grip hold of his firm biceps, for support. He increases the momentum marginally, trusting harder and harder. Each deliberate stroke, rubs against my sweet spot, at just the right angle. The delicious friction, intensifying, as I feel the pressure spiking inside me. I'm so close now.
He lowers his head, and sucks my nipple into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. The slight pain is like a spark, detonating a burst of hot ecstasy exploding inside me. I cry out, gripping his arms even tighter. My inner walls gushing out my release as my orgasm ripples through me. I lose all sense of awareness, as wave after wave of pleasure spreads to every part of my body.
Sebastian continues thrusting into me, grunting between gasping breaths. I’m still caught up in a state of euphoria, when I feel his body tensing, his hot seed spilling with every thrust. He stills suddenly then slumps forward, resting his head on my shoulder.
His chest is heaving raggedly, when he eases out of me, rolling over on his side, as he pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his chest, while he wraps his legs around mine. Neither of us speak, contented to just lie together, wrapped up in our post-coital bliss.
Several long minutes later, Sebastian is the first to stir. He runs his finger gently down the side of my cheek, urging me to look up at him. When I see the heated gaze in his vivid blue eyes, I sigh, feeling myself becoming aroused all over again.
He leans over and kisses my mouth, with renewed fervour, plunging his tongue inside, eager to possess all of me. I return his kiss, my growing arousal matching his. He slides his hand up and down my back and squeezes my behind, grinding his already recovering erection against my pelvis. Wow, again, already?
When he presses his mouth against the side of my face, my body quivers feeling his hot breath in my ear. “Let's go to bed.” The carnal promise in his words, only magni
fies the heat stirring between my legs.
Sebastian
I STAND UP, pulling Rachel up with me. Grabbing the wine bottle and our glasses, I whisk her upstairs to my bedroom, not stopping to turn the lights out.
I put the wine and glasses down on the table, next to my bed, and flick the lamp on. Turning to Rachel, I run my gaze over her. She looks beautiful, standing naked before me, her pale skin glowing. She looks up at me, and I can see the fire of passion, simmering in her blue-green eyes. It has my loins stirring in anticipation.
Pressing my finger under her chin, I tilt her head back, as I close my mouth over hers, claiming her in a heated kiss. I end the kiss, when the need to take this further, becomes pressing. With my mouth close to her ear, I whisper, "before this night is over Rachel, I'm going to ravish every inch of you delectable body. Possess you, like you were completely mine." She responds with a whimper.
I urge her to sit on the bed. “Lie back on the bed sweetheart.” When she does, I kneel on the floor in front of her, placing my hands on her thighs. Her pupils dilate in surprise. Good! She's aware of what I'm about to do.
Pushing her legs wide apart, gives me an enticing view of her sex. Her red pubic hairs, glisten with her arousal, turning me on even further. When I lean forward, I can feel her moist warmth, pressing against my abdomen, as I roll her pink nipples between my fingers, taunting them, until they are swollen and hard again. She closes her eyes, moaning softly.
As I kneel back on my haunches, I run my hands down over her tummy to her pelvic region. Her eyes open wide, watching, to see what I’m going to do next. Massaging her inner thighs, I move closer and closer, my thumbs stroking her inner folds, each time, until they are swollen and dripping wet.
Lowering my head between her legs, I keep my gaze focused on hers. I run my nose up and down her sex, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. When I flick my tongue, over her rosy nub, she moans out loud. I then begin lapping her sex, like a man hungry to taste every inch of her.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” I murmur, into her heat.
“Mmm, sooo . . . good. Please, don't stop.” Is her reply, her hands gripping the bedcover for support.
“I do not intend to, sweetheart. Not until I make you come." I tell her, thrusting two fingers inside her.
When I pick up the speed, she begins grinding her mound against my hand. It’s not long, before I can feel her inner muscles, squeezing around my fingers, telling me she is getting close. She screams out, the words are garbled, but I thinks she is telling me to go faster. I do not want to end it so soon, so I decide to tease her a little.
“I am not going to let you to come, Rachel, until you beg me,” I warn her. She growls under her breath. When she raises her head to look at me, I can see the frustration blazing in her eyes.
I increase the pressure, my tongue working her clit, as my fingers massage her inner front wall. She flops back onto the bed, moaning even more. Her eyes close once again. A satisfied grin crosses my lips, knowing I have not lost my touch, when it comes to pleasuring a woman.
When I sense her peaking, I ease back without stopping completely. “Remember, not until you beg me sweetheart.” I like the fact, I can control her responses so easily. It is turning me on so much, I do not know how much longer I can hold off, from burying myself inside her.
“Please Sebastian?” The sound of desperation, makes my cock twitch. But I am not letting her off so easily.
“Please what?”
She groans. “Please, let me come, now?”
“Just what I wanted to hear, sweetheart,” I tell her, proud that she is willing to submit to my commands.
The words are no sooner out of my mouth, when I hear her scream out my name. He body writhing wildly, as she explodes around my fingers. I keep thrusting and licking, wanting to extract every last drop of her climax, as it trickles down my hand.
When she stops moving, I remove my fingers, jumping to my feet. Taking a condom, from my top draw, I slide it on. Then grabbing her hips, I push her back on the bed, as I kneel between her open legs. Lifting her thighs up, I position myself at her dripping entrance.
Without waiting, I sink inside her, groaning at how good she feels, her walls fitting snug and tight around my manhood. Holding her hips, I start thrusting inside her, setting a relentless rhythm. She moans long and hard, matching her movements to mine.
Sweat drips down my back, as I lose myself in her body. I am greedy for every drop of pleasure she can give me. Her eyes are squeezed tight, as she begins thrashing about on the bed, chasing another orgasm.
The knowledge, she close, spurs me on. I increase the pace, thrusting harder, faster, like I am running a marathon. The pressure keeps building, burning, until I feel my cock is going to explode any second. I keep my gaze on her, watching her breasts jiggling, her face contorted in pleasure, and her mouth open wide. Fuck, it's the most erotic sight I have ever seen.
Suddenly, she cries out, arching her back, as an orgasm wracks her body, once again. It's enough to make my cock grow even harder, triggering my own orgasm. Grunting under my breath, my release spews hot and thick inside her. The feeling in that moment, is euphoric, like I have died and gone to heaven. I keep thrusting, until the very last drop spills from me.
I slump forward, putting all my weight on top of her, as I press my sweaty forehead against hers. Rachel wraps her arms around my neck, holding me tight. Lifting my head up, I cover her face with my kisses, thinking how incredible she is. I cannot remember the last time, it felt this good, being with a woman. I don't think I could ever get enough of her.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her with a passion I did not know I possessed. She responds to me, kissing me back with equal ardour. It is an adrenaline rush to my ego. When the kiss ends, I roll off her, onto my side, facing her. I wrap my arm around her possessively, pressing her body to mine, wishing I never had to let her go.
“Rachel, you’re body is positively glowing.” I slide my finger along the outline of her curves, running circles around the flush of her breasts. She shivers slightly.
“Hmm. I think you might be responsible for that," she replies, pushing the damp strands of hair off my face. "You know, I like that I can still feel you inside me.” Fuck! My cock twitches with pride.
She snuggles her warm body closer, against mine. “And, it gave me great pleasure, being inside you," I murmur into her ear, wanting her to know how much I enjoyed it.
She yawns, closing her eyes as she snuggles her warm body closer, against mine. Watching her drift off to sleep, she looks so vulnerable. It tugs on my instincts to protect her. I know she had intended on staying with her cousin, when she comes home. But, I have no intention of letting her go anywhere, until the arsehole threatening her has been caught, and I can be sure she is safe.
Closing my eyes, I nuzzle into her hair, breathing in the fresh scent of citrus. The sound of her slow breaths, close to my ear, lulls me to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
MONDAY, 25th August
Rachel
THE BRIGHT MORNING light pierces though my eyelids. It intrudes on my dreams, rudely insisting I wake up. Rolling over, I try in vain to fall back asleep. I want to finish my erotic dream, where Sebastian is dressed in nothing but a red mask and black cape, and is doing naughty things to me. Damn the sun!
Yawning deeply, I finally decide to give up trying. I stretch my arms up above my head and instantly, I feel a familiar ache in several parts of my body. Namely, from the stiffness in my legs and the slight soreness between my legs.
A satisfied grin spreads across my face, when the memories of last night, quickly fill my mind. Without a doubt, it was one of the most romantic evenings, I've ever experienced. And not to forget, the hottest sex I’ve ever had, as well. Wow! Sebastian seems to have an insatiable sexual appetite and the physical stamina to match.