He was long and thick, definitely a little bigger than anyone she’d been with before.
And he would put that inside her.
She squirmed, practically grinding herself against the couch.
She had a momentary fear that he was too big and it wouldn’t fit, but she pushed that aside. A ridiculous thought. Of course it would fit.
Sebastian unzipped her jeans and thrust his hand into her panties. She inhaled swiftly as his finger slid over her entrance.
She watched his hand, inside her jeans, moving in and out of her, and then she looked at his body, all gloriously naked. She couldn’t decide what she wanted to look at more.
The fact that this was Sebastian, whom she’d known her whole life, somehow made it filthier, in a very good way.
He pulled off her jeans and underwear then returned to fingering her, getting a better angle than before. She squirmed against him in pleasure-filled agony and reached for his cock.
“Please,” she said.
It was the first word either of them had uttered in a long time, and he didn’t say anything in response, just grabbed a condom out of his jeans and put it on. She positioned herself on all fours in front of him. When he rubbed the tip of his erection over her instead of thrusting inside, she pushed back against him in frustration.
His chuckle, as he began to push into her, was low and—
“Oh. You really are big,” she whispered. “Go slow.”
The tip of him still inside her, he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. His body surrounded hers, and it felt good, but when he started to push in deeper...
“Ow.”
Dammit, why wasn’t her body co-operating? She hadn’t had sex in eleven months, and she needed this. She craved it.
Or maybe that was the problem: she wasn’t used to this.
Sebastian pulled out. “Where’s the lube I tossed in your basket yesterday?”
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She jumped off the couch and walked toward her bedroom, glancing back to check that he was following her. He was, his ample erection encased in latex, bobbing between his legs. She threw herself onto the bed and opened her night table. The lube was right on top.
She got down on her hands and knees again, heard Sebastian slick himself with lube, and then a lubed finger circled her entrance.
The tip of his cock was next.
“Ow.”
She couldn’t believe this. It wasn’t going to fit.
“Keep going,” she said, not ready to give up.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I know it’ll feel good soon.”
He pushed in a little more but had trouble getting in any farther.
When he pulled out, she rolled onto her back, mortified. She’d envisioned a hot, quick, and sweaty encounter, but it wasn’t going according to plan.
“We don’t have to do that today. I don’t mind.” Sebastian glanced over at her bedside table, the drawer still open. “You have a nice collection of toys in here. We could try one?”
Now she was even more embarrassed. He could see her sex toys. She had seven—did he find that excessive? His expression betrayed no judgment, though.
She grabbed her dildo, which was about the size of a small penis, rather than Sebastian’s monster cock. It was clear glass with pink ribs. He took it from her hand and peered at it curiously, as though he’d never seen anything like it.
He set it on the comforter. “I’ll use it in just a minute.”
He climbed on top of her and slid a finger into her again. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been a few minutes ago, but she got a little wetter as he continued to fuck her with his finger, then added a second.
And then he kissed her.
She realized, with a jolt, that though they’d been all over each other, this was the first time he’d kissed her on the lips. He tasted faintly of coffee, with a hint of pine, an unexpected but appealing taste. She coaxed his lips open and slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he hissed. He was still turned on, despite everything.
He continued to finger-bang her with gusto. When he stopped suddenly, she whimpered against his mouth.
He sat up and held the dildo to her lips. As she took it into her mouth, desire flashed in his eyes.
“I want to see your lips around my cock,” he said.
“Now?”
“No, maybe next time.”
Next time? She couldn’t think that far ahead.
He crawled backward down her body, took the toy that she’d slicked with saliva, and pushed it inside her. Her body accepted it without difficulty.
“You feel okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
He pumped the toy in and out of her, his gaze riveted on her crotch.
Something about letting a man use a toy on her—during their first time together—was oddly intimate.
Sebastian lay down on his stomach and licked her as he continued to fuck her with the dildo. She squirmed against his face, and when he swiped his tongue over her clit, she grabbed the comforter in her hands and cried out for him.
He crawled up her body, a self-satisfied grin on his face, and kissed her.
She wanted more.
“Let’s try again.” She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could.
He removed the toy, and then his stiff cock was at her entrance. This time, he watched her face as he pushed inside. When her breathing hitched, he stopped, but when she nodded quickly again, he kept going, until he was fully seated inside her.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and it made her stupidly pleased.
She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, and there was the tiniest bit of pain as he pumped in and out of her, but it was good this time. He pushed his hands through her hair and tugged her head back, just a bit, allowing
