It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and it’s funny how I thought I loved someone before. With Sebastian, it was fast and as if I was free falling. With my previous relationships, yes it hurt when we broke up, but with Sebastian, it was ten times worse.
Shaking away those thoughts, I look back to him, and then say, “You never did tell me what suddenly changed your mind about me.”
His eyebrows raise, stating, “Kendra.”
“Kendra? What did she do?” I ask utterly confused.
“The first few days after you got the flu,” he starts, and then takes my hand. As he uses his thumb to rub circles on the back of it, he continues, “She came barging into my office one night, after coming to check on you, and I’ve never seen her so pissed off.”
I smile, thinking about what a sight that was. Kendra is the sweetest person I’ve ever met, but the second you make her mad, it’s like an entirely new person is in there with her. It’s kind of scary to witness.
“Needless to say, we had words, but what she said finally got through to me. Her advice was to stop holding back from you, because she could see how miserable we both were, and that I didn’t have to forget the past. I just had to move forward, and try to let you in.”
“That definitely sounds like her,” I cut in, sensing he needs a break. One thing I’ve noticed the most about him, these past few days, is too much emotion at once can make him shut down. It’s like he doesn’t want to feel it all at once, but little bits here and there are better.
“I’ll admit, she sort of scared me,” he claims with a grin. Letting out a snort, we laugh loudly together at his joke. After a few moments, he moves his hand off mine, and then cups my cheek. “She was right about a lot, and I’m sorry I put you through so much shit. I worried you wouldn’t accept me, once you knew the truth, or that you would think differently of me.”
“Sebastian,” I start, but he shakes his head, and I know he has more he wants to say.
“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you thinking I’m weak. I loved the way you would look at me with lust and desire, and when I command you, I see the fire in your eyes. I didn’t want to risk losing any of that, or you for that matter. I told myself it was easier to lie and push you away, versus telling you the truth, falling for you, and then losing you anyway.”
“It doesn’t sound ridiculous. You did what you thought would protect you, and I can’t fault you for that.” Sighing deeply, I add, “I do wish you would’ve told me sooner, because I could’ve reminded you that no matter what, I’m always going to love you. If anything, I admire you more now, because you chose to finally open up, and you’re trying to move forward with your life. It takes a very strong person to be able to do that.”
For a moment, our gazes hold, and my heart races, wondering what he’s thinking about. Sebastian has always been a man of few words, and I’ve come to realize he does much better with actions.
So, when he leans in close, and then takes my mouth, I know he’s thanking me. I know this is his way of telling me how much it means to him that I’m still here.
As his tongue slides inside my mouth, I let out a soft moan, as my hand finds his neck. Pulling him closer, I open my legs to make room for him. He hovers over me, and not once, does he break away from kissing me. When he finally does, I’m gasping for air, staring into the green eyes of the man I love more than anything. As one hand holds up his weight, the other caresses my cheek.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands with a hard tone.
A flood of sensations race through me, hearing the command, and I don’t hesitate for a second to answer him. “I’m yours.”
Feeling his hard cock against my pussy, I arch my back, seeking him. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Sebastian.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, he enters me slowly, filling me and making me feel every inch of him. Holding his gaze, he doesn’t just fuck me. Instead, his pace is slow, as his thrusts are gentle but deep at the same time.
He’s making love to me.
Sebastian takes his time loving me, making me fall deeper in love with him, and I don’t mind at all. If anything, it just confirms that he’s the one for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go.
One week later
Sitting on the counter in Sebastian’s kitchen, I grin widely, seeing him enter the room. He smirks, as he spots me, and I use my finger to beckon him closer. I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy and excited all the time, and I owe it all to him.
“Nice shirt,” he claims, and I let out a laugh.
“I think from now on, I should always wear your shirts, since I look better in them.”
His hand runs up my bare leg, as the other cups my cheek, pulling me to his addictive mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs do the same around his waist, keeping him as close as possible. As he devours my mouth, I get lost in his taste and his control over my entire body. It’s so easy to lose myself in him, and once he starts kissing me the way he is now, it’s hard to stop. It’s hard not to crave and need more from him.
When he pulls away, I’m left panting, and my
