Underworld Oat

Copulation

Catalina"I must take a shower," I whimpered. I was stunned by Sebastian's coarse comments, but my heart raced to his intense gaze and the tangible evidence of his need for me. He said, "Just one kiss," against my lips. Our breaths were laboring to one another. His control was unraveling , led by the energy emanating from him. I hadn't seen him yet, but there had been rumors of insane rage. He had remained calm as 007 even when he saved me from Fagin. If he truly was Dr. Jack, I was eager for Mr. Hyder to emerge and play. I licked my lower lips because the lipstick was making my lips dry. He groaned out loud. Oh. So I gave it another lick. He caught my tongue in that instant and pushed my head back in a mouthwatering kiss. His moan, together with a little sound from the back of my throat, gave me the courage to kiss him back. He placed me down on the counter. His hands were all over me, and I felt a pulsating dampness between my legs as excitement raced beneath my pelvis and heated my insides. He continued to kiss me. His hand reached between my legs, and unlike our last meeting, he pushed my pants aside and stuck a finger deep within. I emerged from the warm haze as my eyes became more alert. It was never a favorite part of gynecological tests. I wasn't sure if I enjoyed it this time around because it was such an odd interruption. I detested it when my partner attempted it. However, it didn't burn with Sebastian. It was just strange. After we had finished kissing, Sebastian buried his head in the bend of my shoulder. "You're so wet and tight, fuck." Out, in, in, out. Even though I was shamefully wet, I wasn't sure if I enjoyed how he was fingering me. I was so ready for the pleasure at the top of my mound to return that I wanted it to peak. I'd stroked my c**t to get orgasms, but occasionally I'd rubbed myself raw and ended up frustrated. The greatest I'd had was a surprise. That occurred during a dry humping session in which I rode my boyfriend's leg. He had been quite suspicious of being pregnant. We even double-rubbed and spotless ourselves through our pants. Sebastian's eyes furrowed, obviously sensing I was not paying attention. I became aware of my shallow breathing. He withdrew his finger and took a step back to look directly into my eyes. "Are you certain you're not a virgin?" Was it time for me to say that I wasn't sure yet? "I'm not. My partner in crime— "Enough already. When my finger is deep into you, don't bring up another man. He grabbed me off the counter and carried me towards the bed in a bridal manner. "I'll take your word for it if you say you're not one." After placing me on the mattress, he looked over me. "f**k off, you're gorgeous." His gaze warmed my entire body. That was a look of hunger at me like nothing I had ever seen. He removed his jacket, untied his necktie, and slipped it off. He weighed the tie in his palm as though pondering something, then tossed it on the ground after giving me a quince. He unzipped his shirt and took off his vest, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on me. "Before you take me, I need to prepare you." I nodded, gazing in fascination as his tattoos and large chest came into view. When he took me to watch him play basketball with the family, I noticed that he was shirtless. He had big shoulders from swimming and strong legs from all those football matches. Upon removing his shirt following the game, all I could do was stare at his chest, the finely detailed ink subtly adorning his flesh, and the prominent lines of his abdominal muscles. It was the first time I had ever felt a s****l spark from Sebastian . He rushed straight over to the bench where I was seated and planted a kiss on me after we won the game. He was sweating profusely and exhilarated. My legs had begun to twitch. And at that moment, I could feel his sheer sexuality. To help manage the aching between them, I stroked my thighs. I wanted him to make me come, but I was primed and ready to force myself to come. Sebastian went to bed and sat on the side, naked from the waist up. He turned to face me, grinning, and kicked off his shoes. It was a confident and comforting smile. Placing his hand between my locked thighs, he reached over. Like a wanton I'd seen in those R-rated, bordering-pornographic movies, I spread them. His gaze trailed his fingers up my leg, directly to my moist core. He moved between my legs on the bed without saying anything more. I was astounded by how his arms and shoulders flexed in the room's light and shadows, and how he supported himself with his elbows. He said, "I'm going to sample every inch of you, Treasure." "Why don't I strip off?" I muttered. His description of me as his little treasure made me smile. He gave a quick smile but remained silent. Rather, he bent down to give me another kiss. Sebastian's tongue sank in and flirted with mine. I shifted my hips and pressed my p***y against his erection as it centered between my thighs. I was falling, I was drowning, and I was desperate. Desperate to pursue the pleasure's promise. Fully submerged in sensory excess, on the verge of collapsing from an edge. I wanted that release immediately, but I didn't know how to go. When he let my jaw drop, he gave a small laugh. "Oh, Catalina. Be patient. I'm going to give you my mouth, even though you're attempting to rub yourself into an orgasm. When his fingers started to play between my legs again, I took a sharp breath. My breasts were freed as he undid the hooks on my bustier. His tongue licked a n****e before swallowing it completely as his mouth moved down my chest. He gave me a kiss on the clothes. He continued to descend, leaving a trail of feeling beneath my abdomen. Then there he was. His nose pressed up against my crotch. Breathing me in, inhaling.