20 Morning Bliss In The Sun

…Anastasia POV…

It is early morning and the rays of the sun are lying hot on Sebastian's body. He seems to have changed in a way after this last battle, yet I am not sure if it is about this whole legacy thing that has got him down.

Yet, there is something I need to tell him...

How do I even start this conversation? All I know is I know what it is that I am destined to do. So as he starts to stir from his rest, I take his face between my hands, "Hey."

"My beloved, have you been staring at me while I was resting my eyes?"

"Perhaps…"

Taking Sebastian's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my shirt…

He only but smiles, "Now this is a way that I wish to be disturbed."

His hand grips tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my shirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legs

He spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the bed, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my shirt and shoves the material all the way up to my waist. When he catches a glimpse of my naked ass, a groan escapes his lips.

Then, all at once, there is nothing else in my universe but Sebastian kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of my body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in a while, I forget everything else. The bliss sends an earthquake through my loins, causing my body to tremble.

Nothing in all my experience can prepare me for the sensations he is making my body feel; the tingle in my neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of my belly when a wave of lightning engulfs it; the escape of moisture as it saturates me. My passion is urgent, desperate, but Sebastian is forcing me to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing me, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying me; he is set on me to beg for it. 

Without further tormenting me, he spins me back around. I watch in awe as this godlike man slips his pants down that firm, sculpted body and lifting every inch of cloth from his chest to display perfectly rippled abs. 

As elegant as a tiger, he crawls his way up my body; the moment his soft naked skin presses against mine, I unravel entirely; my body is his to do as he pleases. And he does, as his lips devour mine; his tongue explores my mouth, my neck, and my ears. His tongue tortures me until I moan.

With a movement that startles me, he forces my legs open with strong arms, cups my ass in his hands, and lifts my hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brings me close to the edge of delirium. Afraid of toppling over too soon, I squeeze the blankets with my fingers. 

His hands finally open my soft folds, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness. He dives deep, his tongue running from my sweet spot down between my folds. 

He rubs the flat of his tongue over my honey pot, letting one finger, then two fingers invade me, making me moan. His fingers begin to move, pumping and twisting deep inside me. He starts increasing the intensity and the pressure. Licking, sucking, and biting, as if he is eating me alive.

He slips his fingers out and moves back up through my lips, taking them, rubbing them tight together, causing my legs to tremble. His thumb moves to find my sensitive center again; he presses deep and starts rubbing hard. I feel the warmth start growing in my body. He continues rubbing over and over again, building and moving me ever so close to my climax. He is going faster and harder and deeper; I can feel myself go harder with every stroke.

Then he slips another finger inside; then, he starts pumping in and out. He is twisting his fingers, increasing the intensity and the pressure every time he thrusts in and out. He curls his fingers, my back arches, and my eyes roll back into my head.

I can barely control my body anymore. The edge seems on the horizon; every cell inside me is contracting. My legs are starting to shake; the warmth between my thighs is ready to explode. I am aching; I am quivering, pushed to the edge, my body shatters, and my juices flow over his fingers.

Grabbing my wrist, Sebastian moves my fingers to the soft head of his erection, where I let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. I can feel myself become more aroused as prickles of pleasure moved through my arms as he grows harder in my hand. I squeeze instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing me to tighten my grip. More moisture drenches me in anticipation.

With much force, I flip him around and lay his body next to mine. I wrap my hot hand around his erection, making it pulse. He pulls a gasping moan into his lungs. He can only watch as I slid down to put my mouth above his agonized hard length. 

I brush my tongue several times across the tip, then pull it hard into my mouth. Barbs of lightning convulse through his body, intensifying his senses. The sucking sound of my mouth against his flesh, the sweet smell of my juices mixing with his own musky scent, the feel of my hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh as they slid over the head of his erection, and the firm grip of my warm hand, all seems too hard for him to hold back anymore.

He gently pushes me back down onto the mattress. He places his pulsating erection between my legs; I slowly part my folds, so his strong, hard manhood slide effortlessly into me. I scream with pleasure. My whole body screams with pleasure. It is obvious that the teasing and taunting of foreplay are over.

His chin rests on my shoulder as his hips drive hard, his hard length furiously thrusting into me, over and over again. His unique scent overwhelms my senses; his breath at the nape of my neck tickles and makes me shiver. He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on to his crumbling restraint. There is nothing controlled about his actions.

"Oh god, Sebastian."

I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm. He keeps up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace.

"Anastasia, you are the death of me."

He impales me with his hot bulging shaft deep into my depths. I clench and shudder and raise my hips slightly to further drive his swollen erection into me. I heave in passion, my resisting flesh split, and he slides into me slowly and gently until he was completely inside me. I could feel his hard length pulsating, contracting and releasing his erection as he eases himself back for fear that he would explode.

"Sebastian!"

My first orgasm comes within seconds, the second minutes later. He picks up speed, slamming home even faster. I am delirious with pleasure.

One…Two…Three more thrusts, and I am there. He plunges deep inside me; I feel the full thrust of his hard length inside me. Tension built, deep at my core and coil up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, my climax charge up, and I lose all control.

"Oh fuck," he groans.

The hot waves of pleasure started to build up deep within his core and shoot out in every direction, turning his limbs to jelly and his mind to mush. He shudders and convulses in a chain of explosions. His release fills me, dripping down his still-hard length.

He falls down next to me on the bed with a very satisfied look on his face, a typical Sebastian grin. We both lay in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the world to stop spinning and our breaths to slow to our normal heartbeat.

Once I can breathe again, I turn my face to him, "I need to go somewhere."

"Sure, just give me a few minutes."

"No, I need to go alone."

With that I rush off to the bathroom and minutes later, I am out of the door.