The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy (34 page)

Our mouths meet passionately, lips bruising each other in their intense invasion. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on. Something I’ve never experienced with another man. The need to experience everything with this man and lay myself bare is a desire I’m not familiar with. He grabs my hands and raises them high above us, entwining our fingers into a tight clamp that he uses to brace himself. Thrusting hard into me with such a force my head bangs against the headboard behind us. I don’t care.
He slows the moment down and I shout out breathlessly “Please Seb…as…ti…an - don’t stop!”
I am lost to the powerful strokes of pleasure created by our mating and the pressure building between my legs yet again. I have never come with penetrative sex. In and out, in and out, slow and deep, then faster and faster. The immense connection between us is all consuming.
 
“Oh God Baby,” I hear Seb cry out, his broken, husky voice completely undoing me. “I’m going to come.”
 
Turned on by my own ability to wrench this climatic release from him, I grab his sexy tight behind and push him deeper into me. Feeling his muscles there, start to clench for longer and his thrusting become even deeper, I arch my back in acceptance. I can sense the moment he caves; then elated at the moment I’m filled by hot gushes of the evidence of his orgasm. He continues to grind against me, as his orgasm comes to an end and I know that at any moment I will shatter around him. With one more thrust, I do exactly that and he crushes me to him, our chests heaving and our bodies ebbing in satisfying sync with one another.

He smoothes my hair from my face and leans into me, delivering a long and deeply moving kiss. I revel in the weight of him, the warmth of him. He’d certainly delivered me one night of pure pleasure. I’d never experienced anything like it before. It had been life changing. Romantic sexy, dirty, horny, filthy, desperate, wanton, and one of the most momentous nights of her life.

“You undo me Baby,” he states, looking deep into my eyes. He appears as surprised as I am at his declaration.
“Me too,” I agree, whispering the words whilst staring intently into his blackened pools.

“I told you once wouldn’t be enough though. You’re truly addictive.” Sebastian tells me, grinning into my neck and kissing me there.
 

Oh my God this is Seb, my friend and he has just completely rocked my world. We hold each other tightly and slip into a cocooned bliss. My best friend had now become my lover and we were strangers, starting out again.

I awake to a feeling of uncertainty; I’d fallen asleep the most relaxed and contented I’d felt in a long-time but now reality has dawned on what an incredible and monumental night we had shared. I stretch in delight but immediately am burdened with painful aches appearing – I’ve pulled muscles in places I didn’t even know I had!

With a sneaky glance over to where Sebastian is hogging the duvet, I see he is still deep in a state of slumber. His face is softened in sleep and appears almost beautiful in its perfection. He looks young and stress free and vulnerable; a side that many didn’t often see, underneath the hard, controlled man. I feel very privileged to glimpse this moment and itch to stroke my hand down his face, his straight
fuck off
nose, but I don’t, as I need to freshen up in peace, without his presence. I need to think…alone…and in private!

My mind is completely clogged with the possibility of
us
after what was undoubtedly the best sex I have ever had, but at the same time, it is managing to cloud my happiness with a big dose of reality.
Maybe we should keep this as the one-nighter I’d originally requested? After all he is predominantly more of a one-night stand kind of guy.
 

I’m amazed at how bereft I feel at the possibility I would never experience a night like last night again. Maybe never have Sebastian inside me again, although protection needed to be discussed - we’d definitely been careless last night.

We’d also never got around to talking about
Stacey from Manchester
or
Boobgate, or really discussed Toni
I remind myself; I suppose we’d been otherwise occupied. I smile secretly to myself. Perhaps the arrangement that we have, means that discussions like that are out of bounds?

Who had called in the middle of sex?
 

I check my phone and see the missed call, from 1.18am.
Chris?
Why would have been calling me?

It’s already 9am now - I really need to get a wriggle on, if I’m to pick Finn up in a few hours. I decide to ignore all my negative thoughts and stop over-thinking things before slipping to the bathroom before he stirs. I flick the shower on to warm up and scrub my teeth, wincing as the jiggling movement alerts me to the gentle thump in my head - definitely a combo of booze and lack of sleep.
 

Sooo worth it though - the lack of sleep bit anyway!

Stepping into the shower, I gently pull the double doors to a close and stand statuesque under the watering can head, letting the hot comforting water cascade over every part of my rather well worshipped body. Smiling at the warm glow building, as memories of how worshipped I’d been by Sebastian begin to fill my fuzzy head; I ponder on how amazing we were together. Not that I’d had oodles of sexual partners to compare it to, actually, only four, including Sebastian, but I am positive that what we shared together last night was incredibly unique. I’d certainly never connected so powerfully with Niall. Sebastian and I had been better together than I could ever have hoped for in my wildest imaginings! It had been instinctive.
 

Isn’t it strange how two people who have never had any physical connection, other than friendly pecks and the odd hug here and there, could unite sexually and it be so mind-blowingly raw, passionate and… well, desperate? It could very easily have gone the other way and that could have ruined our past, present and future friendship.
It is whilst I wash my body, wiping away any scent of sex, that I open my dreamy eyes to the clatter of the shower door being yanked open behind me, and before I have had the chance to turn, I am immediately enveloped in a warm, exceedingly male and attentive embrace and pulled backwards against his solid form. The doors shut behind us, enclosing us in total privacy. The temperature of the cubicle goes up several degrees and I hurriedly switch the tap to a cooler level.

“Morning Beautiful!” his voice is gravelly with sleep and he wraps his arms around my waist loosely, whilst he bends in to plant a barrage of soft, wet kisses on my shoulder. I melt again and lean back into his firm body. I’m immediately met by his straining
morning glory
, as it rests its jutting, searching head against my lower back. The reaction I have to this is almost primal. This is much better than the last morning he stayed, I remember to myself. The walk of shame had been cataclysmic.
“You didn’t think you could escape a repeat of last night did you?” I feel his satisfied grin, as his new-growth bristles prickle against my sensitive jaw and cheek.
 

The humidity rises further, steam cloaking our bodies, secluding us from the outside world. There is no longer a need for words. Sebastian continues kissing my neck, sending shivers and a heightened sexual buzz along my lightly goose-bumped skin. My nipples pebble instantly at his touch – I’m so responsive to him, it scares the hell out of me. I groan aloud and quickly close my mouth in annoyance. I didn’t expect this so soon, if ever, but I need him, like it’s the first time all over again.
 

Once is definitely not enough!
 

The water streams over and trickles down our joined bodies, soaking them, and creating a suction effect between us. The silky, satiny smooth feeling of the water filtering over our skin is so sensual I shudder with the sensation. Taking the shower foam I’m holding in my hand, Sebastian squirts some onto his palms, instantly creating a foaming lather, which he transfers to my breasts, delicately smoothing it over them in repetitive circles, kneading them, in unison. The foam expands and pretty soon my breasts are being lovingly massaged with masses of bubbling soap. They feel slightly tender, with an almost bruised sensation, from last night’s exploits but this only adds to their heightened receptiveness and I am surprised at his tenderness. I lean in to him further to allow him better access. His balls are sitting against my bottom; they feel huge and tight. How is that possible after what we did last night?
He is hard and lean everywhere and craving to touch him I lift my palms and place them over his keeping the pressure there where I need it. His big hands fit my more than ample cups perfectly and I run my hands up his arms, the water and soap softening the hair on them. He is solid in every way!

He whispers words of encouragement into my ear, pulling simultaneously on both nipples, teasing the sensitive tips and continuing the process over and over again. It’s as if there is a direct link to my core. If he doesn’t do something soon, I’d disgrace myself and come with just my breasts being caressed.
 

My cervix aches and I clench to alleviate the throb now beginning between my legs. He acknowledges my need and slides one arm down my waist, across my stomach, trailing along my scar gently and towards the apex of my thighs. I do not flinch this time and open myself to him freely.

As he parts my folds and leans forward into me, to slide one finger inside, he sucks on an earlobe, licking down my neck, his finger slowly sliding in and out, his thumb circling my jewel, whilst his tongue travels my skin; the combined actions are so erotic I can feel my womb contract in delight. I feel myself growing wetter by the second as his finger, delves in and upwards towards my g-spot; flicking back and forth, pressing the now swollen fleshy mound there. He washes me intimately, with more shower gel, using his free hand, to part my lips further, so he can continue his thorough exploration with the other. The result pushes my clit out further, and provides much better access underneath the small strip of soft hair there. I blush at the carnal act.
 

I move my arm to hook around his butt, grabbing his taut buttocks in ecstasy. He removes his finger and flicks it upwards towards my now pulsing clit, working around it rhythmically in small dipping circles. The whole time we haven’t kissed and I crave his lips, his tongue - to be more connected to him. I lick my own lips in desperation, as I near my desired end goal.

“Come on baby let yourself go!” he encouragingly coaxes me, breathing in my ear. “Now!”

That last order undoes me and I try to respond, gulping as I find my mouth dry and voice broken. I can’t speak or focus on anything but the spiralling waves, building within me.

“I need your mout… ahhh,” I groan out the words but can’t finish, as the crest of pleasure begin to build and ache. Moving my hips to assist him in getting me off; his magic fingers plunge into me again and again and with one excruciatingly slow move he moves a slippery finger, presses hard back and forth over my
screaming for attention clit
and the fourth orgasm in 24hrs, tears into me.