He grinned and gestured at her. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”
She lifted a finger, indicating that he should wait there, then grabbed her bag from the hall closet she’d been stashing it in to keep it out of the way. Pisa’s apartment was a one-bedroom and there wasn’t room for Chelsea to stay, really. Not that it had stopped Pisa from opening her home to her friend, and for that, Chelsea would have happily slept on the floor. She unzipped her bag and then left it at her feet.
Then she looked up at Sebastian. His arms were crossed, but there was a smile of amusement and pleasure on his face as he watched her. There was so much affection—love and lust—in his gaze that it made her ache, and she had to fight back happy tears again.
She was the luckiest girl on the planet, she really was. And now she was going to give him a show to demonstrate to him just how lucky she felt. So Chelsea put her hands on the hem of her shirt, and slowly tugged it over her head, revealing her bra. She’d only packed sports bras in her bag, since she hadn’t had room for much else, and this was one she’d worn on the track before. Weirdly enough, it was made of gray sportswear and had a Y back and ultra-supportive cups and . . . she felt sexy as hell in it. So she hummed a few notes of a song and then put her hands on the waist of her jeans, then turned around.
She knew Sebastian liked her ass. She had to admit it was a great one. Chelsea unbuttoned her jeans and slowly rolled the fabric down over her butt, pushing it out for his benefit.
“God, that’s pretty,” Sebastian breathed as she peeled the jeans down her legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Are you touching yourself?” she asked, voice light and playful.
“Not yet. Want me to?”
She nodded and dropped the jeans to her feet, then kicked them aside. Now she was in nothing but a pair of sporty panties and her sports bra. She hadn’t dressed to be sexy, but it didn’t matter. The look in Sebastian’s eyes told her plenty. So with another saucy wiggle, she hooked her thumbs to her panties and slid them down her legs, too, turning back around to the front.
He dragged a hand over his mouth, admiring her. “Now the bra.”
There was no sexy way to remove a sports bra, so she just opted for “quick” instead. She shimmied out of it and tossed it to the ground, then grabbed her breasts and jiggled them for his benefit. She was feeling sassier with every article of clothing that came off, and now it was time to start putting on her sexy gear. With a great flourish, Chelsea pulled out one knee sock and sat on the edge of the couch. She lifted her leg and began to slowly roll it on.
He groaned and undid his own jeans. “My cock’s so hard it feels like I’m going to rip the seams.” He adjusted his clothing and then his cock was freed. He stroked his length as she pulled the stocking up to her thigh, then slowly, deliberately put on the other one. “Are you wet, Chelsea, baby? Touch yourself and see.”
She slid a hand between her legs and touched herself. To her surprise and pleasure, she was wet. And she’d barely put on her uniform. Chelsea dragged her fingers up and down her folds, sighing at how good it felt. “Really wet.”
“Show me,” he demanded.
She slid her fingers down to her core and pressed, then pulled her hand away and showed him the wet gleam of her juices.
“Beautiful. Keep touching yourself while you dress, baby. I love to see it.”
She liked to do it. It felt good, and she had the added bonus of performing for him, which was fun. Chelsea bent over her bag and pulled out the next piece of clothing—her teeny, tiny skirt. She snapped it with a flourish of her hands and then adjusted the waist until the snap was at her back. Then, she played with the ruffles before sliding a hand between her legs again. “You like watching me touch myself, Sebastian?”
In response, his hand gripped his cock and pumped it, dragging over the length of it over and over again. “You know I do.”
Her other hand moved between her legs and she cupped her pussy in front of him. “Skates next or my top?”
“Skates,” he said tightly, dragging his hand over the head of his cock as he worked it. “Want to see your pretty breasts out for a bit longer.”
That was a good idea, she decided, and slid her fingers over her breasts, feeling them. She did have nice breasts. Her nipples responded, tightening, and a little sigh of pleasure escaped her. “You’re right. Skates.” She pulled one out of the bag and tugged it onto her foot. To lace it, she placed her skate on the back of the couch and leaned forward. That gave Sebastian a view from behind as she did so, and it felt wickedly naughty to do it without panties.
Suddenly, his warm body pressed up against her back and she felt his hand slide between her legs. She gasped, a whimper escaping her as his fingers grazed her wet sex and began to stroke her folds. “Couldn’t resist joining in, love,” he murmured. “Keep working on those skates. Don’t let me distract you.”
Her fingers trembled, and she fumbled with the laces as his fingertips brushed over her clit. It was suddenly a lot harder to concentrate, and she moaned when he rubbed a finger up against the entrance to her core, then dipped it inside.
Suddenly, she was tired of playing. She wanted more. More touches, more fingers, more caresses. And she needed him inside her. She wriggled against his hand, encouraging his fingers to go deeper, but he seemed determined to torment her. His hand slid away instead, and he caressed the inside of her thigh.
“Sebastian,” she panted.
“Got your skate on, love?”
Actually, she’d forgotten all about lacing it. She’d forgotten everything except his hands on her. She tried to concentrate, but it was impossible to function when his fingers glided over her folds. “I can’t,” she breathed. “You touching me is too distracting.”
“Shall I stop?”
“No. God, no.” She loved his touch.
His hand slid around her front and cupped her breast. “You smell so good. I forgot how wonderful you smell. What’s your soap this week?”
Her soap? She didn’t have one. “No soap, just me and junk food.”
His thumb stroked over her nipple even as his mouth brushed her shoulder. “Then it’s just you that smells mouthwatering.”
She gave a little sigh of pleasure at his sweet words. His fingers dipped into her core again and her sigh turned into a moan as she tried to push down against his hand, to force his fingers deeper and give herself the satisfaction she wanted.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her shoulder. His hand moved up, fingers skating over her clit, and he gave it a quick rub. “Skates on, then the fun begins.”
She moaned, her hands going back to her skate as he continued to circle her clit with his fingertips. Slowly, deliberately, she tried to ignore the sensations curling through her body as she laced the skate up. Then, she dropped her leg, and his fingers pushed hard against her clit. She cried out and clung to him, tilting her face up for a kiss.
His mouth brushed over hers, and then he grinned. “Now the other skate, baby.”
She groaned, but forced herself to drag it on. Instead of hiking her leg onto the low back of the couch again, she bent at the waist and began to do up her laces. His hands slid away, cupping her ass, and he began to press kisses on the backs of her thighs. It made shivers move up her spine, and she was utterly relieved when she finished lacing her second skate and straightened. “All done.”
Chelsea now wore her knee socks, her skates, and her tiny skirt that covered absolutely nothing. She cupped her breasts and turned to face Sebastian. “I’m ready for my orgasm now.”
He grinned and his hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. “Are you, now?”
She nodded, and reached between them, gripping his erect cock in her hand. His jeans were loose at his waist, his cock freed. His skin felt scorching hot against hers, and she moaned. “I want you, Sebastian.”
“I want you, too, baby.” Sebastian’s mouth moved over hers in the barest tease of a kiss.
“But I want to taste you, first.”
A shiver rippled through her at his words. “Yeah?”
“Over the edge of the couch, baby,” he said, turning her toward it. “Put that sweet ass in the air.”
She did as he commanded, feeling wickedly naughty. The sofa was just high enough that her hips went over it, and her skates barely touched the ground behind her. Her ass thrust into the air, and as she bent over, Sebastian pushed her legs apart. Another erotic little thrill shot through her.
“That’s what I wanted,” Sebastian murmured, and she felt his hands move down the backs of her thighs. A moment later, he pushed her forward a little, spreading her legs more.
And then his face was buried in her pussy.
A little shriek escaped her. Then her hands were digging into the couch, and the moans began. Sebastian’s mouth moved over her folds, seeking the entrance to her core, and she felt his tongue press inside, penetrating her. And it felt incredible. A cry escaped her throat and she rocked back against him.
He made an “Mmmm” of pleasure and his hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he fucked her with his tongue. Over and over, he pushed it into her pussy, deep inside of her, licking her from within.
Chelsea began to tremble all over, her breathing rapid. “Sebastian, please. Oh, god. I need . . . Oh . . . I need you to fuck me, baby.”
“Not yet,” he said between licks, and she moaned a protest. He nipped the curve of her bottom, and then she felt a finger slide into her. He rubbed it in and out inside of her, and it seemed he was searching for something.
And then he touched her in one spot and her legs jerked like a marionette.
A loud squeal escaped her.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “That’s just the spot I was looking for.” His finger rubbed against her G-spot again, and Chelsea’s cries became choked, her body clenching helplessly around his fingers.
“Sebastian,” she panted. “Please. Oh, please!”
“Come for me first,” he told her, and rubbed her G-spot again.
Pleasure exploded through her, and Chelsea’s cry was buried in the couch cushions as she came. Wetness slid down her thighs and Sebastian’s fingers continued to work in and out of her as he murmured encouraging words to her. Over and over, he pumped into her with his fingers and she came for what felt like forever.
When she finally stopped quaking, a long sigh escaped her and she clung to the couch cushions, feeling wrung out.
“That looked delicious,” he said, and dragged his tongue over her damp inner thighs.
Chelsea moaned, pushing against his tongue. How did he always feel so good, no matter how he touched her? It was like he’d brought her to life.
She loved it. Loved his touch, his caresses, his words, his dirty talk, his everything. “I love you, Sebastian,” she said softly. “So, so much.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the rounded cheek of her ass. “I love you, too, but I’m not done with you yet, baby. Let me get out a condom.”
“All right,” she said. “I’ll just be here, all limp and with legs like noodles.” She patted the couch cushions and gave a little wriggle. “Needing a good fucking.”
His hand slapped her ass lightly, and she gave a little squeal. “I’m not leaving. I’m just getting it out of my wallet.”
“Mmm, you came prepared.”
“I came hoping for the best, because I was not going to let you walk out of my life again. Even if it meant moving to Austin to be with you, I’d do it.”
A happy smile curved her mouth. “You’re the best man.”
“Wait until I get inside you.” The sound of a condom packet punctuated his comment. “Then you’ll really think I’m the best.”
“Arrogant,” she said with a chuckle.
“Just someone who knows how to please his wife.” A moment later, the head of his cock pressed against her pussy, and he dragged it slowly over her folds, back and forth.
Chelsea moaned, desire returning in a rush. Her nipples hardened, and she fought the urge to buck up against him, to force his cock inside her. The glide of his flesh over hers felt incredible. “Oh, god, that’s so good.”
“Looks pretty fucking amazing from this side, too,” Sebastian told her, and repeated the motion.
She pushed her ass out farther, so it was sticking out, and he hummed his appreciation at the small movement. “I want you inside me, Sebastian. Please. Fill me up.”
“My sweet Chelsea. My beautiful wife,” he said softly, and then pushed into her.
She gasped. Being filled up by him—there was no sensation like it in the world. That first thrust always startled her with how good, and how achingly deep it felt. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
Sebastian groaned and thrust into her again. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and then he began to thrust into her from behind. “God, you feel so fucking amazing, baby. I love being deep inside you.”
She whimpered as he pushed deep into her with each thrust. “I love you. So much.”
“Love you, too,” he gritted, and his thrusts became harder, his skin slapping against hers with each stroke. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. And no one’s ever going to come between us. Ever again.”
“Ever,” she agreed, panting. Her desire was ratcheting up again, his rough thrusts making her ache with every plunge of his cock into her. Her breasts swayed and brushed against the pillows with every thrust, and even that small motion aroused her. “I’m yours. Forever.”
“Mine,” he growled, and his motions became even more fierce.
Chelsea gasped, clinging to one of the pillows in front of her as his hard thrusts rubbed her in that perfect spot once again. “Oh!”
He stilled, then pushed a hand against the small of her back. “Lean in more, baby.” When she complied, he adjusted her hips a bit more, until she was practically buried face-first in the pillows and her ass seemed to be pointing at the ceiling.
Then he thrust again, and her world rocked. That was the perfect spot. A small cry escaped her throat and her toes curled inside her skates. “Right there!”
Sebastian thrust, pumping into her so hard that the wheels on her skates banged against the carpet. She gave a choked cry, whimpering as another orgasm spiraled close. Her entire body clenched and she tried to lift her hips to push back against him as he sank into her. Her cheek was pressed against the sofa, and she figured she looked ridiculous with her ass in the air, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the orgasm that was so close to reach.
With another thrust, she was there, and a little cry escaped her throat. Her body clenched tight, every muscle locking in perfect bliss. The breath escaped her lungs and she felt her pussy clench around him as she came, heard him swear as he felt it, too. Then he pulsed inside her, and his movements grew erratic, rougher, and out of sync. He breathed her name and stilled as he came.
And Chelsea felt like a melted puddle of contentment.
When she could breathe again, she moaned. “Good god.”
He patted her ass and slid out of her, then leaned against the couch next to Chelsea, panting. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”
She giggled. “Modest, too. I’m a lucky girl.”
“I’m the lucky one,” he said, tugging her upright so he could give her another kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt the same way, really. “Want to go shower, oh lucky one? We should probably clean up before Pisa comes home and sees how we’ve wrecked her place.”
He pressed another kiss to her mouth, her neck, her jaw. “I’ll buy her a new one.”
She snuggled against him. “You can’t buy everything, you know.”
“Yeah, but I can damn sure well try. Especially if it makes you smile.” His arms tightened around her. “I’d do anything for your smile.”
“Anything?” she questioned, teasing.
“Anything,” he agreed solemnly.
She looked up at him and wiggled
her brows. “Got another condom?”
His grin of delight told her the answer to that.
Epilogue
“Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack,” Gretchen said in a coquettish voice, and gave a flip of her hair.
“I swear to god, Gretchen, if you say that line one more time, I’m going to paint you with a mustache,” Sebastian said, not looking up from his sketch pad. “And quit moving or I really am just going to use a photo.”
Gretchen pouted. “I don’t photograph well and you know it. Your man sure is grumpy, Chelsea.” She rolled her eyes and re-assumed her pose on the divan.
“To be fair,” Chelsea said in her best peacemaking tone, “you have used that quote four times in the last half hour.”
“It’s such a good one,” Gretchen said cheerfully. “But I’ll behave.”
Chelsea leaned her cheek on Sebastian’s shoulder as he sketched Gretchen. He’d managed to capture the playfulness in her that a photograph hadn’t managed to get, and the drawing was turning into something sexy, fun, and totally Gretchen. She knew once he’d perfected the drawing he’d make copies of it and then start painting it. Lately he’d been experimenting with oil paints, and the results had taken her breath away.
Sebastian was so talented, yet still reluctant to share his work. She’d managed to convince him that he should draw Gretchen as part of her wedding present to Hunter. He’d been pleased with the responses to his drawn trading cards for the Rag Queens, and so they were here, with Gretchen artfully draped in a sheet as Sebastian sketched. He’d asked Chelsea to stay in the room as he did, both for his comfort level as well as Gretchen’s, and she’d happily obliged.
She’d take any excuse to be around Sebastian. Every day that they spent together was bliss, and Chelsea was happier than she’d ever been. Every day had turned into pure happiness as their lives settled in together.