"Are you sure that you don't want to stay here with me?" Seb whispered behind my ear.
We are now in his bedroom. His arms were wound around my waist as he hugged me from the back.
"We'd already talked about this, Seb," I sighed.
He held me tighter, leaving no space for air between our naked bodies. We had just ended another bout of sensual activity. After that, we both collapsed in his bed, spent but sated.
"A guy can hope," he nibbled my earlobe, but I quickly swatted his arms at my waist.
"Seb! I'm still sore!" I hissed.
He chuckled and then bit my lobe, which made me squirm! I can feel his hardness starting to poke my lower back again. I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you so insatiable?! What are you? A hormonal fifteen-year-old boy?" I scoffed, which I quickly regretted when he rolled
