Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Forty-Three: Flawed and Free

How many times had we started this and been interrupted? How many years had this been exactly what I had wanted and denied myself this very thrilling act by not telling him how I felt? And now, here it was, the breaking of the tension, the insatiable desire for him finally spilling over into action. My heart soared at the idea, the magic in my veins alive with desire, as Sebastian groped every inch of my body he could reach. 

Stumbling backwards, I felt my back touch a wall softly before Sebastian pushed me roughly against it, his lips still locked onto mine, his left hand traveling up to my throat, squeezing lightly, testing the waters, while his right pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist.

I let out a whimper as I felt his fingers brush my thigh at the same moment his fingers contracted on my throat. 

"I love when you make that sound," he murmured against my lips as he rocked his hips forward slightly.

"Fuck, Seb," I sighed, feeling his already stiff cock pressing against my thigh.

His left hand still holding my throat, my hands tangled into his hair as his hand right hand moved, slipping under the hem of my skirt. His fingers danced along my thigh, stopping for a second right at my underwear.

"You're so wet for me already," he sighed happily, his finger running over the fabric of my underwear.

I gasped as his fingers pushed the fabric aside. His fingers were cold, and yet the sharp contrast in temperature only further fueled my desire. One hand between my legs, the other on my throat, Sebastian's fingers slipped between my folds, his thumb tracing circles right around the bundle of nerves I so desperately wanted him to touch.

"T-t-tease," I sighed, my head falling backwards as Sebastian's fingers continued to dance around.

He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine before he moved his hand from the throat down to my breast, his fingers trailing over my nipple, making me suck in a breath. The double wave of pleasure his fingers grazing and pinching my nipples while his others still continued to tease my entrance was enough to make me wild.

A moan slipped from my lips, but I wanted more. My hips moved, desperately seeking the friction he was denying me.

"You want this?" He asked, his voice devilishly husky.

"Yes, Seb," I breathed, right as his fingers slipped inside of me. The pleasure was unmatched, his fingers curling up at just the right spot, making me cry out and cling to him. My head rolled back in pleasure as he pumped his finger into me. His pace was slow at first, allowing me to adjust to him, but as his lips continued to kiss and bite their way down my throat, his pace quickened.

I was trying to match his pace, desperate for as much friction as I could get. His second finger slipped inside of me, making me cry out from the pleasure. I felt his cock twitch against the confines of his trousers, evidence of how much he liked hearing the sounds he was pulling from me so easily.

I reached down, my own fingers slipping into his pants so I could help him.

He groaned as my hand wrapped around his cock, the tip already slick with precum. I began to pump my hand at the pace his fingers worked, the coil of pleasure tightening in my body, nearing the point of release. Sebastian's forehead fell on my shoulder as he relished the sensation, his own moan bit back.

"You feel so good, princess. All for me," he breathed. I whimpered at the praise. "I need you."

"So take me, then," I said, my voice shaking with anticipation. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to claim me, as I had claimed him. I needed him to make me his in every possible way.