“Not to mention defiling them,” he said. There was nothing innocent about the way he tossed my panties aside to free my ankles. Or how he spread my thighs to nuzzle between my legs. Breathed me in. Placed gentle kisses over my mound. “This little pussy went to market.”
I gripped his head and said, “Enough, enough. Please.”
“I’ve never heard anything sweeter than that word from you in this moment.”
“Please,” I repeated and used his own words against him. “Don’t deprive me.”
As if that flipped a switch in him, he put his mouth on me, tongue lapping at my wetness, teeth grazing my swollen lips. My hips bucked, and he put a long finger inside me, slid it out, and added another. I clutched the doorknob to keep from falling to my knees. He parted my lips wider with a thumb and laved my clit, eliciting my audible gasp. Was he smiling? I thought I felt his delight against me. I didn’t have long to wonder. Sebastian pushed my hips back against the door and fingered me harder, his rhythm unbreaking, his tongue alternately hard and soft on me.
Did he . . . intend to make me . . . come . . . like this? “I don’t,” I said breathlessly, my hands still in his hair. “I can’t.”
He pulled his mouth away. “You can’t?”
I shook my head up at the ceiling. “I never have, not like this. I need . . .”
“What do you need, Georgina?”
It was an embarrassing request to make. I wished it was as simple as saying I needed to be kissed or fucked or spanked to orgasm, but what would truly tip me over the edge was harder to ask for—intimacy. “More,” was all I said.
Sebastian took my hand from his hair to lace our fingers together. “Then I’ll need you to look at me.”
I’d never liked asking for more. I’d learned that just saying it aloud didn’t necessarily mean I’d get it. But I forced myself to meet Sebastian’s eyes. His fingers slowed, stroking every inch of me as he slid them in and out. He looked to me for approval, and I nodded. He picked up his pace, curling his fingertips into spots that got him moans. His touch was no less pleasurable for his restraint, but it was more deliberate. No less firm but more intimate as he held my gaze.
I rested my head against the door and ground onto him, eyes closed as I urged myself over the edge. I could do this. I wanted to do this, for Sebastian to be the first man to bridle my orgasm any way he pleased.
“Georgina,” he grated out, “I want to give you more.”
“You are.”
“Then do not look away.”
I tilted my chin forward. Sebastian’s brows drew together in yearning or focus, maybe both. I couldn’t see his hand, buried between my thighs, couldn’t really see anything but him. His eyes, intent on mine, told me this was love not war. He had me where he wanted me.
He had me.
I squeezed his hand, gripped his shoulder, and did my best to hold his stare, keeping my timidity at bay as he coaxed me over the edge. It wasn’t until I was tumbling into my climax, into him, that my eyes fluttered shut, my ears ringing as my body vibrated with all-consuming currents of pleasure.
When it had passed, I was still in that position, holding onto him, my breath coming hard as I recovered. He let me float down from the moment until, loose-limbed and boneless, my knees buckled. Sebastian caught me, encircling my waist as he stood and lifted me to meet his height. “You don’t, huh?” he asked. “You can’t?”
I hid my face in the crook of his neck as he crossed the room. “I didn’t think I could if I wasn’t . . . you know.”
“I don’t know. I’m new at this. You’ll have to spell it out for me.”
“You’re not new at this,” I said, inhaling his skin’s slightly briny scent. “You do it for a living.”
“Mmm. But someone once told me I don’t understand women. That I can’t score more than one night. Maybe writing it and living it are two different things.”
I pulled back to look at him. “She sounds very wise.”
At the foot of the bed, he nipped my bottom lip. “Don’t make me spank you the way I’ve fantasized.”
My insides tightened. I wanted to hear every detail of my counterpart’s daydreams. “What was the subject again?”
“You didn’t think you could orgasm without . . . ?”
My excitement fizzled. Sebastian already knew the answer, so it wasn’t as if I could feign ignorance. “Love,” I said.
“Love,” he repeated, as if trying out the word.
“I usually only orgasm if I’m in love and only during sex. Not from oral, and not with a fling.”
“Ah, I see,” he said.
The words had sounded much more matter-of-fact in my mind. Aloud, they were weighty with meaning. “I’m not trying to say that I—oh, no.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I didn’t mean that I am in love.”
“I’d have nobody to blame but myself seeing as I am exceptionally talented at this. All those how-to articles I researched must’ve paid off.”
I rolled my eyes as my embarrassment vanished. “Here’s one: ‘How to Make a Girl Instantly Regret Sleeping with You.’”
“We haven’t even slept together yet. At least give me a chance to make you regret it.” He feigned dropping me on the bed but froze midair. “Georgina. Is your neighbor watching us?”
I gasped, throwing my arms around his neck to hide my chest. I always drew the curtains as soon as I walked in the room because nosy Renee’s window was so close, I could nearly count the curls on her head. Some nights, she’d wave at me from her reading chair. “I completely forgot—”
He strengthened his hold on me and turned his back, presumably to hide me, but now I was looking out the window at her. “Not this way,” I hissed in his ear. “We just made eye contact!”
“Well, I’m not turning around so she can get a show.”
She shook out The New York Times, but who the hell read newspapers in the evenings? Snoops, that was who. She was clearly pretending so she could sneak glances at us. “We have to close the blinds.” I readjusted my legs around him, starting to feel like a baby koala. “Walk backward,” I said. “Now her dog is at the window. This is getting obscene.”
“Was she planning to watch us have sex?” he asked as he reversed.
When I was within reach, I pulled the tie holding back one curtain. “She probably still is.”
“I think she had popcorn.”
“She does not,” I said as he moved to the other side. “What do you care anyway? You’re still completely dressed.”
He let out a low growl. “I don’t like to share my buns.”
I untied the next sash. Renee lifted a hand just as the curtain fell shut. “This isn’t the time for jokes,” I said.
“You’re right. It’s time for you to catch me up.”
Alone again, I drew back to look at him. “What?”
“My clothes, Georgina.”
Ah. I focused on the tanned skin I exposed with each button I undid, avoiding his heated stare as he walked us to the bed. He lay me back on the mattress, and I smoothed my hands over his chest to slide off his shirt. He closed his eyes as I continued down, down, down over each abdominal muscle. “I always knew you were difficult,” I said, “but I had no idea you were this hard.”
“You haven’t even gotten to the hard part,” he promised.
21
Georgina
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” Sebastian said.
My nerves flared. What was it about having me naked and at his mercy that made him think this was the Q&A portion of the night? Then again, this was stubborn Sebastian. He wouldn’t become someone else just because we were taking off our clothes. “Ask,” I said from under him, lowering his zipper.
“On second thought—” He inhaled as I tucked my hand into his underwear to feel him. I stroked the full and impressive length of him—it came as no surprise that Sebastian had the dick to back up his energy. “Maybe this isn’t the right time,” he said. “My mind just went to mush.”