Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (7 page)

As if he heard
those words spoken out loud, Sebastian nodded and tilted his head
back down until he was face to face with my pussy. He bit his lip
as he spread my legs further out, so his knees could take their
place.

He buried his
face in my pussy, his hot breath wafting all over her. The wetness
and heat of his tongue drifting through my folds had me stretching
my calf muscles as I stood up on my tiptoes, shivers wracking my
body. I’d dreamed of him doing this to me many a time but it never
felt or I’d never imagined it feeling like this. This is and was
different from the last time he’d made me squirt all over him. The
feel of him there now was different.

His smooth
hands came up and cupped my arse cheeks from the back, moulding and
shaping them as his tongue continued to sail through my juices,
licking them up and out of me as he went through back to front. In
the small room, his sucking sounds could be heard along with my
heavy breaths.

My legs
quivered along with my stomach as his warm, expert tongue reached
inside me, scraping my walls, pulling all of my cream from me,
sucking it down his throat in gulps. The moment he swallowed that
load down, he was back with more intent, intent on sucking my love
mayonnaise from my body into his.

The hum of his
appreciation of my taste rumbled and vibrated against my tender
core. My nether lips trembled when he sucked them into his mouth
and laved his tongue along the length of them. I squeezed my eyes
closed in pure ecstasy when he bit into the fleshy, pouting lips
and sucked up the sting, causing more of my thick, rich cream to
dribble from my hole...right into his waiting mouth.

I guess when
he’d had his fill, he moved onto my clit. That extremely warm and
experienced tongue on his stroked her up and down, round and round,
over and back again. “That’s it.” I gasped and trembled when he hit
the right spot next to my clit. It wasn’t directly on it but just
above it. One hand left my bum cheek and came through the space
between my legs and opened me up for his probing love licker to
enter back inside me.

Sebastian’s
tongue moved between my legs and wiggled inside me as he thrust it
up into my cavern, taking the new cream that had gathered around
me. My legs shook and my hands fisted in his hair, not giving a
fuck about the no touching rule.

“Yesss,” I
hissed when his tongue pulled out of me and his fingers filled the
void. His wet slope moved back down to my clit and tongued and
licked her ferociously with intent as his fingers went to work.
There was no place my little throbbing ball could hide.

My hips jerked
and worked against his face, fucking his mouth and hand. Just that
little bit more and I’d have an orgasm that wasn’t earned by my own
hand or my B.O.B. and it was about freaking time too.

Sebastian
pulled back enough for me to see him, my musky scented juices
already coated the bottom half of his face, glistening in the
subtle light coming through the window. “Come in my mouth. Come for
me, Victoria.”

And did I
ever.

His voice
seemed to switch on something inside me that I’d been struggling to
deal with.

My mouth
opened on a silent scream as my orgasm whipped through me. My
stomach tightened and my legs strung themselves out straight, like
a coiled spring. My hands held on tightly to his hair as my juices
gushed from me more, the rush of orgasm whizzing through my clit,
making her tingle and thrill beneath the thickness of her hood.

“That’s it.
Good girl.” Sebastian crooned easing his mouth from me, his fingers
still working inside me but slower now, bringing me down.

I leaned my
head back against the cold metal as my heart jack hammered in my
chest, threatening to pop out and land at my feet. I let go of
Sebastian’s hair in my fists and brought them up to my face. I
rubbed them up and down my face, feeling the heat that had built up
coming out onto my cheeks.

I ran my hands
through my hair and stared as Sebastian pushed up from the floor
and stood in front of me, his hands going straight to his trousers.
I watched his shaking hands trying to get his belt undone then the
fiddly buttons on his trousers.

His thick,
heavily veined cock sprung free of its confines, hanging there
heavy and ready. The head was a heavy purple colour looking
extremely angry and pissed, wanting attention. A little of his sap
dribbled from the slit beneath the protection of his hood. I
reached forward and gathered the opaque liquid on my finger then
brought it to my mouth, sucking my digit into my warmth, feeling
the salty but sweet flavour exploding over my tongue.

I closed my
eyes and relished the last time I had done this. It was the night
with the strawberries and chocolates where I’d sucked him down good
and proper.

A groan had my
eyes snapping open. I looked up at Sebastian to see his eyes had
turned back to the colour of denim and those denim eyes were
watching my mouth intently probably wondering what I was actually
going to be doing with it.

I smiled
around my finger and reached down for his cock, fisting his
impressive thickness in my hand, feeling his pulse in my palm. I
pulled him to me, hearing his hitched breathing as he came closer.
I wanted that big thing inside me, breaking me apart.

“I want you.”
Sebastian whispered as he pushed against me, invading my space. His
hands went under my legs to my arse where he lifted me for me to
wrap my legs around him, his sticky, wet, used fingers dug into my
flesh.

“I’m too
heavy.” I said wriggling in his arms, trying to get him to put me
down.

“Nonsense,” He
muttered dismissively as he held me up against the metal locker. He
then removed one hand from my arse and brought it to my sleeveless
blouse where he began to unbutton the little black buttons. He
blinked at the support bra that I had on.

Yeah, it
wasn’t the best looking or sexiest but it supported my heavy rack
and to me, that’s all that mattered...sometimes.

His brows
furrowed as he stared at the thick material. “How?” he asked, his
fingers tracing the edges of it.

“How
what?”

Biting his
bottom lip with concentration marring his face, he reached around
to the back; making me arch so he could get the big thing
unlatched. Finally after his fingers working for what seemed like
forever and a string of curses later from his mouth, the bra fell
forward, letting my boobs spill free.

“Damn.”
Sebastian whispered against my chest. He pushed the bra free,
letting it droop down between us. He rubbed his smooth cheek
against the tops of my boobs, leaving my own musky smell all over
me. He turned his head; pressing kisses over the mounds then buried
his head in the middle of them and licked a line from in between
them to the nipples where he circled my darkened circles with his
warm, wet tongue before taking them into his mouth and sucking,
hard.

I cried out
sharply when my nipple reached the roof of his mouth, the flick of
his tongue running over the pointed, hard tip before letting it
leave his mouth with an audible pop.

Sebastian
smiled up at me; his lips a rosy red colour and pillowed his eyes
glassy and hooded. “Love your breasts, Victoria. They taste like
sheer heaven.”

Yeah, I’d take
his word for that seeing as I didn’t know, personally.

He chuckled
against my skin as he reached for the second boob and held it in
his palm or tried to. He licked at the hard bud like a cat with a
plate of fresh, thick cream before taking that too into his mouth
and sucking hard. I arched against him, my tingling core pressing
against his coffee stained shirt as he continued sucking, lathing
his soft tongue over the tip. His cock pressed against my bottom,
making me wiggle against it, leaving a wet trail of moisture in its
wake.

“Enough.” I
gasped out. My nipples felt like cut glass had been scraped over
the tips. Even the air in the room felt rough against them.

“I could
devour them forever.”

“Hmmm,”

Sebastian
looked up at me as he positioned himself, jiggling me around in his
arms. I felt the head of his cock pressed against my bare centre.
“Are you ready?”

“Yessss,” I
groaned and closed my eyes as he began to push in, his thickness
stretching my fleshy pouty lips wide open.

Bare.

My hands
clamped down on the top of his shoulders. “No.” I shouted, stilling
him and myself.

“What?” he
asked, worry coating his voice?

I patted his
shoulders with the palm of my hands, and then pushed at him. “Out,
let me down. Now,”

Sebastian
pulled back to look at me. His brows had furrowed and worry seeped
out of his eyes. “What’s the matter, Victoria? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I shook
my head and pushed against his chest this time, wiggling to be let
down. “Put me down, please.”

Slowly, he
slid me down his body, his pulsing erection flicked and bounced
against me. I pushed away from him and moved to the other side of
the room, holding my blouse closed over my loose, bouncing
boobs.

Sebastian’s
eyes followed me as I moved. “What the hell?”

“You’re bare.”
I said quietly as I struggled to get my bra back up in place over
my boobs. They hurt like hell.

Oh, my God.
How stupid was I? I’d been so wrapped up in pleasure, so wrapped up
in Sebastian freaking Blackwell that I didn’t even think about
protection. I was so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that I
wasn’t even thinking about the consequences, how fucking stupid of
me.

He hitched his
hands on his bare hips. His lavender coloured shirt stained with
the coffee pulled across his wide, sculptured chest. “Bare?” he
asked, clearly confused.

“Yes.” I
snapped and thrust a hand in the direction of his very pissed off
cock sticking out from between his legs. God, it looked so lickable
and lush but...“We were going to have unprotected sex.”

Sebastian
blinked at me, confusion still marring his face. “And,”

“
And,”
I exploded, throwing my arms wide. “You think you can come back to
me after six months and just stick it in without wrapping it first?
Do you not care about yourself let alone me?”

“You’re on
contraception.” he said simply.

“No, I am not,
Sebastian. Shows how much you know.”

When I’d met
him for the first time on that famous Friday, I’d still been
covered then and for a month and some afterwards by the injection.
After the contraceptive had ran out, I hadn’t gotten it renewed and
had been au natural since then.

“Why?”

“Why
what?”

“Why are you
not on anything?”

“Because I’m
not,” As if it was any of his business anyway. “And even if I was,
you should still be wearing something.” I argued as I pulled down
on my skirt, trying to get it back over my hips.

His face
turned to stone, his eyes turning to ice. “I haven’t been with
anyone since you.”

Hope bubbled
in my chest. I had wondered when I’d been alone at night thinking
about him and what he was doing or when I’d drunk too much and was
tempted to go banging on his door whether he was with someone else
but I never had the balls to find out. Or maybe my heart hurt too
much. Who knew?

Who was I
kidding? Was that supposed to make me feel better or something?

I snorted as I
continued to struggle with this stupid skirt. I swore that when I
got home, I’d burn the blasted thing or at least take a pair of
scissors to it.

Sebastian
approached me, his hands grabbed my wrists taking them away from my
skirt, pinning them at my sides. “I haven’t been with anyone.” He
growled, lowly. “No-one since you, Victoria,”

“Good for you.
Neither have I and you would have known that the moment you had
your fingers down
there
. Now, unless you have a condom, we
can’t go any further.”

His mouth
dropped open in what could only be described as shock. “You’ve got
to be shitting me, Victoria. Look at me.” He gestured down to his
thick erection, still standing tall and
out there.
“I’ve got
a boner I could plough a field with.”

“So you don’t
have any condoms then?”

His jaw
ticked, the action rippling against the side of his smooth as
butter cheek. “No, I fucking well don’t. You know I don’t carry
them on me. Stop messing around here, Victoria.”

Was he fucking
serious?

I struggled to
get my hands free of the manacles around my wrists. “There is no
messing around, Sebastian.” I hissed. “I am not risking catching
something from you because you tell me you’ve not been with anyone
since me so, if you haven’t got a skin, then you’re not sticking it
in...Simple.”

“You don’t
believe me?” he asked quietly, his voice deathly cold.

I looked him
in his blue eyes, seeing genuine hurt lying there even though he
was trying his best to mask it. “No, I don’t. Now let me go.”

He stared into
my eyes for what seemed like forever, making me wish I were
somewhere else right now. He nodded eventually and stepped away.
His hand went to his still very erect cock, holding it in place as
his fingers circled the base. His action caused the skin to pull
back a little revealing more of his man dribble. “Can’t we do
something else?”

I chuckled, it
sounding bitter to my ears. “No.” I managed to get my skirt back
down over my hips and in place. I fixed my bra and shirt then
looked up at him, seeing him standing there holding his cock, the
flaps of his shirt parting for the big piece of meat. “No, we
can’t. I’m not really in the mood now, anyway.”

His face was a
picture as he stood there watching me with wide disbelieving eyes.
“You can’t just leave me in this state, Victoria, what the hell am
I supposed to do with this?.”