Our Broken Love

  Slowly, Eve turned to face him, a smile teasing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. “Come here, Bastian.” Her eyes glittered with suppressed passion, and her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she held out her hand to him.

  Tearing his sweater over his head, he crossed to her and, taking her proffered hand, pulled her against his chest. “I was serious, Eve. I want your first time to be beautiful. Not over in the blink of an eye.”

  Green eyes met blue, both over-bright with the intensity of their feelings. Eve’s fingers began to trace across his chest. Her nails stopped to circle his already tight nipples. His abs quivered as her other hand caressed its way down to his navel. “Let me worry about that.” She bit her lip as she unsnapped the top button of his jeans. “Relax and let me take care of everything.”

  A groan escaped him as she carefully lowered his zipper and let her hands drift inside his boxers. Long, slender fingers grasped him, causing his eyes to roll back in his head at the first deliciously mind-numbing touch. “Eve…” he breathed her name.

  “I know what I want, Bastian. And I am not scared to take it.” She kissed his chin, trailing her tongue down his neck and stopping to suck at the pulse frantically beating at the base of his throat. “Will you let me take what I want, Bastian?”

  All he could do was groan in pleasure as her grip on his pulsating length tightened and she stroked him. He felt his pre-come dampen the head of his cock, and he opened his eyes when he felt her rub it away. She seemed fascinated as she played with the sticky substance, rubbing it over the tip of him. He felt his balls tighten, telling him he was already too close to the point of no return.

  “Eve…”

  “Shh.” She stepped back from him and pulled her sweater over her head. He was left speechless at the sight of her perfect breasts inside of her baby blue bra. Her arms went behind her to unfasten the clasp, and he fell to his knees.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he groaned and lifted one perfect globe to his lips. Her fingers stabbed into his hair, holding him to her as she whimpered in pleasure. His tongue flicked across the pebble-hard nipple, and she fell into him. He got lost in the feel of her in his mouth, the taste of her on his tongue.

  All too soon, she was pulling away from him. She moved unsteadily as she took several steps back. “I need a moment,” she muttered as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.

  Slowly, Sebastian climbed to his feet. He kicked off his shoes, shucked his jeans and boxers, and dropped down onto the edge of the bed. His hands shook as he combed his fingers through his hair. His breathing was labored, and he didn’t know how much longer he would last the way she was torturing him.

  The door to the bathroom opened, and Eve stepped out in all her naked glory. His mouth went dry at his first sight of her. Her long, copper-red hair fell down her back. Big green eyes stood out in a face so precious to him just looking at her made his heart ache. She had slender, albeit voluptuous figure, with breasts that fit perfectly into his big hands, and hips that flared out enough for him to begin to develop a fetish for that ass of hers.

  She took her time crossing the room to him. Her eyes were eating up the sight of his nakedness. Even, white teeth bit into her bottom lip, obviously liking what she saw. He sat up straighter. Sebastian had never been the type to care about what his body looked like, but in that moment, he was proud of his hard, flat stomach and athletic build. Green eyes fell to his sex, and he cupped it in one hand, offering it to her.

  “Sit back against the pillows,” she commanded of him, and he scooted back until his back pushed the pillows against the headboard.

  He was in awe as she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him. Her breasts swayed as she came closer, and he cupped one, rubbing his thumb over the distended nipple. “You are so fucking beautiful, Eve,” he muttered.

  “I’m glad you think so.” She dropped her head to lick across his collarbone. “I’m pretty fond of your body too.” Her teeth scraped across his left nipple. The pleasure was so intense that his grip tightened on her breast for a moment.

  Inhaling deeply, she raised her head and met his gaze boldly. “I know what I want, Bastian,” she murmured huskily. “But I have never done any of these things before. So, if I’m clumsy, or you don’t like what I do—”

  She broke off when he kissed her, stopping her flow of words. “Nothing you do will turn me off. That you are daring enough to take what you want is enough to make me come right here. So do what you want with me, to me. I just don’t want to disappoint you if I can’t control myself.”

  Her lips grazed across his again. “Bastian…” she whispered his name and then lowered her head once more.

  The first touch of her lips to his abdomen had him arching his back. Her long hair brushed against his thighs, causing them to quiver. Her sweet tongue dipped into his navel and trailed lower. The heat of her mouth caressed the head of his cock, and he groaned long and rough. “Eve!”

  “I want to do this.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and trapped his gaze in her own as she lowered her head and took him deep into her hot mouth.

  “Jesus!” His head hit the headboard, his hands fisting in her long hair.

  She could only swallow half of him before her mouth was full, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue tortured the tip of him, and he could feel his balls tightening once more. Soon he would erupt into her mouth. “Eve…!”

  But she seemed to understand that he was close and raised her head, licking her lips as if the taste of him remained. He released his hold on her hair and opened his eyes to find her straddling his lap. “Still with me?” she murmured with a wicked smile.

  “Barely,” he admitted, his voice rough.

  “Good.” She took hold of his hand and brought his fingers to her lips. She kissed each digit before focusing on his middle and index fingers. She took both into her mouth and sucked until they were dripping. Her eyes followed his hand as she guided it to her sweet little pussy.

  Her curls were soaked, unable to hide just how much she wanted him. He knew what she wanted as he rubbed his two fingers up and down her clit. She moaned his name as he put just a little pressure on the top of the bundle of nerves. Her fingers tightened on his hand, and he caressed lower, putting his fingers where no other man had ever been.

  Eve’s breathing grew labored as he teased her. He continued to let her guide him, letting her tell him just what she liked. Her hips thrust against his fingers, and he rubbed faster, pressed harder. He could feel the quivering of her thighs as he sensed her growing closer to the edge of release. His own orgasm was fast approaching simply from watching the pleasure crossing her face.

  She was crying his name softly, begging him to never stop. Her fingers drifted between them, and she grasped him in her hands. He wasn’t even aware of what she was doing until she had already done it. He continued to rub her sweet spot as she lifted her hips away from him.

  And then they were both yelling as she sank down on his length. She barely got halfway down his engorged cock before she stopped, her head thrown back, and she screamed her release. Unable to contain himself a second longer, he followed her. He grasped her hips and thrust all the way inside of her as he felt his come jet against the walls of her womb.

  nine

  Still fighting to catch her breath, Eve raised her head. Sweat glistened off Sebastian’s chest, and his breathing wasn’t much better than her own. His head rested against the bed’s headboard, his eyes closed.

  She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Never in her life had she experienced pleasure that seemed to consume her every sense. Not even when she would touch herself had it felt so earth-shaking. She felt boneless, completely spent from the wild ride with desire. And still, she burned, her need for him only seeming to grow with each passing second.

  He was still deep inside of her, and while she could feel him growing less hard, he still filled her to the point of alm
ost pain. She hadn’t noticed when he had pierced through her virginity, but now, even with her desire for him, she was beginning to feel sore. Dropping her head back onto his chest with a sigh, she closed her eyes once more.

  He shifted, his fingers stroking soothingly through her long, tangled hair. “There are no words to describe what we just did,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “I have never felt anything close to this before in my life.”

  She smiled. “Good.”

  “How are you?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

  The concern in his voice made her raise her head once more so she could assure him she was fine. “Better than fine, actually. Any better and I might die.” She kissed him, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his upper lip.

  “What about…here?” His fingers caressed the outer lips of her pussy where he was still deep inside of her. “Are you hurting?”

  “A little,” she told him honestly. “But…I’m also still hungry for more of you.” Eve bit her bottom lip. “And I can feel you’re starving for me.” He was growing harder by the moment, stretching her aching inner muscles in such a deliciously painful way.

  She arched her back. Her nipples, still distended and pebble-hard, tightened even more, and she leaned forward to let them rub against his hair-roughened chest. “I want you,” she moaned. “Aw… Bastian!”

  He gripped her hips and locked her in place. “This is crazy. I have never been able to… God, what you do to me, Eve!” He kissed her neck, sinking his teeth in just enough to make goose bumps pop up along her body and intensify her pleasure that much more. “I don’t think I will ever be able to get enough of you.”

  Her hips rocked forward as much as his grip would allow. Her clit, still throbbing from her earlier orgasm, rubbed against his body. The contact sent little shots of pulsating pleasure through her pussy, and her inner walls clenched around his ever-growing cock. Any pain she might have been feeling was pushed to the back of her mind as her desire mounted. And still, he refused to let her move.

  “Fuck!” He muttered as her inner walls clamped around him longer and harder with each shock wave of desire that went through her. She could feel herself melting over him. Her arousal flowing, lubricating his passage.

  He was filling her to the point that she was stretched to the max, but as she shifted her hips ever so slightly, she found it easier to take more of him. The sweet, musky scent of their loving filled the air as her cries for fulfillment began to grow louder. But he had yet to let her move as she wanted.

  Eve raised her eyes, meeting his startling dark blue gaze. She had never seen his eyes that color before in the entire time she had known him. “Bastian… Please!” she moaned. “I need you.”

  “Not yet,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Soon, baby. Soon.”

  One hand drifted over her rear and teased the slit of her ass, making her moan as naughty thoughts of him playing with that little hole drifted through her imagination. But he didn’t linger as he drifted lower and found where he ended and she began. His hips thrust ever so slightly, testing her. She felt him rubbing his own shaft and was surprised when he brought his hand away. His fingers were damp with her liquid desire and his own come. She watched in a lust-filled fog as he used his dampened fingers to rub against her aching clit.

  She screamed his name, tossing her head back in agonizing pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Just let yourself go.”

  His hips thrust gently, again and again, the little movements driving her closer to the edge quickly with each slap of his balls against her ass. With his talented fingers working their magic on the bundle of nerves that was her clit and her nipples scraping across his sweat-dampened chest, she was soon lost in her need to find fulfillment. Her cries grew louder, her inner walls quivering around his engorged length.

  “More!” she half commanded, half begged. “Please, more.” But she was unsure of what “more” she could possibly need when he was driving her crazy as it was.

  With an exclaimed curse, he flipped them so that she was lying on her back across the bed with him on top of her. He lifted her hips off the mattress and began to thrust into her with the force and speed of a jackhammer, but it was just what she needed.

  Eve held on to his shoulders, her nails breaking skin. With each powerful thrust, she was lost. Her pussy flooded with her release as she screamed. His name came out a sob. She begged him to stop, only in the next breath begging him to never stop. It was too much, yet she doubted it could ever be enough.

  “Eve!” he shouted as his entire body stiffened, and she felt his come jetting against the walls of her womb.

  ***

  Weak winter sunlight was peeking through the open blinds. She moaned and reached for her spare pillow, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep…

  When she found the pillow gone, her eyes snapped open to find that her bed was in shambles… And it wasn’t her bed! The night before came flooding back into her sleep-fogged mind. The sound of the shower running from the closed door to the connecting bathroom caught her attention, and she sighed.

  As the fogginess cleared, she began to notice her aches. Muscles she had never used in her life protested as she moved her hips ever so slightly. But even as the aches made her grimace in pain, deep within her, there was also pleasure. Her most intimate of places still throbbed with need for the man behind the closed door.

  With a moan that was both from remembered pleasure and delicious pain, she sat up and slowly got to her feet. A splash of red out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as she stood, and she turned her head to see a stain on the creamy sheets. A blush filled her cheeks as she realized it was her blood that had caused the stain.

  Well, there it was! Blaringly vivid proof that she had indeed been a virgin up until last night. Deep down, she felt a little sad that her innocence was now gone, never to be returned. But a bigger part of her was proud—and yes, ecstatic—that it had been Sebastian to take it from her.

  Her gaze still riveted to the spot on the sheet, she was surprised when the door to the bathroom opened suddenly, letting steam leak into the room. Sebastian, with his hair dripping water from his shower, walked out with nothing more than a damp towel wrapped around his lean waist. He saw her standing there gaping at him and grinned. “Hey, baby. Sorry, did I wake you?”

  “No.” She shook her head, entranced by the droplets of water trailing down his chiseled chest. Her tongue longed to trace their paths, each and every one of them. Lick and suck her way down his body until she got to his thick cock and sucked him until he came in her mouth.

  She cleared her throat and forced her eyes higher. He had watched her, seen how she struggled with her naughty urges, and appeared just as affected. The thin towel tented outward as he grew hard right before her eyes.

  “The sun woke me.” She shifted ever so slightly, but even that small movement was enough to make her grimace. She was going to be feeling the effects of the night before for a while.

  Seeing her pain-filled expression, he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been.” He kissed her lips tenderly. “But I have a remedy to help with some of the pain.”

  “Really?” she murmured, her inner muscles clenching in desire and protesting in pain. It was crazy to still want him this much after what had happened just a few hours earlier, but she did all the same. Eve wondered if she would ever not want him…

  Sebastian bent and lifted her carefully into his capable arms. “A long, hot soak in the bathtub, a few pain relievers, and a glass of wine.” He carried her into the still steamy bathroom and sat her on the edge of the tub as he began running the bath. More steam filled the room, making it wonderfully warm. Bubbles began to rise from the water, along with the scent of lavender.

  Once the tub was filled, he lifted her once more and tenderly put her into the water. The bubble bath stung her inner walls at first, and she cried out. But it soon dissipated and she sat bac
k, letting the warm water ease her aching muscles. Sebastian left her for a few minutes, but he returned with a bottle of Zinfandel and Tylenol. She took both with a murmur of thanks, enjoying the bold flavor of the wine on her tongue as she swallowed two of the pain relievers.

  She expected Sebastian to leave again. Instead, he dropped down beside her and, using a loofah, washed her with a sweet-smelling body wash. She felt pampered and cherished by the time he was done. But with the combination of the warm bath, good wine, and the exhausting night with little sleep she had experienced, she was soon boneless.

  Sebastian lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a bath sheet. She leaned against him while he dried her thoroughly. When she was dry, he lifted her once more, dropping nibbling little kisses along her jaw as he carried her out of the bathroom. But he didn’t stop at the rumpled bed they had used the night before. Instead, he exited the master bedroom and walked across the hall to one of the other bedrooms. It was only slightly smaller than the master suite, with a connecting bath as well.

  The bed was already turned down, and he deposited her in the middle with such tender care Eve’s throat burned with suppressed emotion. With the way he had just taken care of her, she felt such overwhelming love for him that it caused tears to fall from her eyes without her even realizing it. He stepped back, concern on his face. “Eve?”

  She gave him a watery smile. “Sorry. I just…” She used her hand to dash the wayward tears away. “I think I fell in love with you all over again just now.”

  He sucked in a breath and dropped down beside her. He kissed away her tears before pulling her head on to his chest. “You are so beautiful, my sweet Eve. Sleep now, baby.”