Chapter 60
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‘It's … too much …' It's not enough! The contradictory thoughts rang in her head.
She wanted him to stop and never to stop, and it was overwhelming. She nearly cried out when he took his hand away and stood again. He pressed a hot kiss against her mouth and said, ‘Sorry … we'll take it slower….'
Aneesa was immediately contrite. ‘No … I mean, I don't know … I just—'
He shushed her with a finger to her lips. ‘You don't have to say anything … it's OK. This is just the beginning.'
And then he started to strip, making her mind go blank.
His shirt came off to reveal that stunningly beautiful chest again and then his hands were on his trousers. Helplessly her eyes dropped and she watched in fascination as he pulled them down over lean hips and dropped them to the floor. He stood before her, naked except for a pair of briefs and they bulged with his powerful arousal.
When he pulled them down too, lights exploded behind Aneesa's eyes to see him revealed in all his glory, massively aroused, and she longed to reach out and explore.
As if he'd heard her wanton thought, he said huskily, ‘Touch me, Aneesa.'
Too scared to touch him where she really wanted, hesitantly she lifted her gaze and then reached out to run her hands over his chest, feeling how satin smooth his skin was under the light covering of hair. She scraped his blunt nipples with her nails, exulting in his indrawn breath and the hiss between his teeth.
And then because it was too hard not to, her gaze dropped again to take in that intimidating arousal which looked
as if it had grown even bigger. Tentatively she reached out to touch him. His penis jerked and she bit her lip, reaching out again this time to wrap her hand around him.
She had a sudden memory of giggling over the Kama Sutra when she was in her teens with friends, when hilarity would disguise their genuine fascination with the explicit pictures they saw. She'd always felt slightly guilty by how fascinating the pictures had been to her, and when on a school trip they'd visited the sacred temples of Khajuraho, famous for their erotic sculptures, she'd been mortified at the achy hot feeling she'd felt in her belly after inspecting them, thinking that there must be something wrong with her.
But now Aneesa followed a feminine instinct as old as time and she bent down and took him in her mouth. He tasted salty and musky and her belly clenched with desire, but Sebastian was pulling her back up and she could see the fierce slash of colour across his cheeks and his eyes burning.
‘Stop … that's enough for now. I won't be able to go slowly if you keep doing that….'
When he'd seen her hennaed hand encircle him and felt the wet touch of her tongue, Sebastian had feared for his control when he'd never had to worry about it before. But something about the way she'd so innocently looked at him with such blatant hunger and had then bent down, giving him an enticing view of the curve of her waist and buttocks, had nearly sent him into orbit.
He took her hand again and led her to the bed, reaching out to a drawer nearby for protection as he did. He donned it with almost indecent haste and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Seeing her laid there, all curves, peaks and dark dips and hollows, he had to curb an animalistic instinct to brand this woman as his in the most primal way. All sense of urbanity was a mere illusion, and he struggled to claw back control. He bent down, over her, and took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, exulting when her hands crept around his back and she kissed him with equal fervour.
Their bodies touched from head to toe, and Aneesa
could have wept with relief when she felt Sebastian's heavy weight over her. She could feel him thrust one leg between hers, his hair-roughened thigh chafing exquisitely against her soft inner thighs, his erection between them.
Then he drew back and this time explored her, with a thoroughness that had her all but melting into a puddle on the bed. With his mouth on her breast, sucking a hard nipple deep, and his hand between her legs, fingers stroking and exploring her hot wetness, she was all but crying out for some elusive fulfilment she'd never craved before.
Time and reality had been reduced to this man and this room and this aching burgeoning feeling inside her, so when Sebastian moved over her more fully and settled between her legs, she instinctively opened up to him as much as she could.
‘Are you ready?'
She nodded, incapable of speech. And when she felt his blunt head thrust into her, she held in a gasp at the intrusive sensation. Sebastian was infinitely patient, going so slowly that she arched her back and hips towards him, making him curse softly.
He thrust again and she felt a stinging hot pain for a second but it was obliterated when she felt him slide even deeper inside her, causing her to move her hips experimentally. A delicious coil of sensation was building which was heightened when Sebastian started to move in and out. It rose higher and higher until she was panting in his arms, head back and eyes open wide as he took her on a journey of discovery of her own body.
She barely heard another muffled curse as his movements became more urgent and with a guttural groan she felt him tense for a long moment before his whole body collapsed over hers.
Aneesa was still trembling on the cusp of something that felt huge and momentous, but clearly Sebastian was finished. He was slumped over her now, breathing heavily, and she felt curiously dissatisfied, but also inordinately tender, stroking his back, even as she dimly wondered if this was what
all the fuss was about.
A sense of disappointment rushed through her despite her attempts to block it out—what had she hoped for after all? Singing angels and blasting trumpets? She had no experience to call on….
Sebastian lifted his head then and looked down at her.
He grimaced. ‘I'm sorry about that….'
Aneesa blinked up at him. He was still hard inside her and it was difficult to concentrate when they were so intimately joined. ‘Sorry … for what?'
He shook his head. ‘That's never happened to me before
—I've never lost control like that.'
Aneesa could see the tortured expression on his face.
She lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. ‘It's OK … really. I wasn't sure what to expect.'
A steely thread of something made his voice husky. ‘I won't let it end like this….'
‘What do you … oh …' She trailed off as he started to move within her; by degrees she could feel him grow harder again. And suddenly that aching feeling was back and intensified, the coil of tension building to such an extent that it made Aneesa want to cry out. Every cell in her body strained to reach the pinnacle.
Sebastian was remorseless and relentless, stoking the fire inside her higher and higher until her legs wrapped around his back and her hips were moving restlessly beneath him, searching desperately for something.
He bent his head and drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking fiercely just at the moment that every nerve in Aneesa's body stretched taut and sang out with exquisite pleasure. When Sebastian thrust one more time, she reached the elusive peak and after a heart-stopping moment of sensation so intense it bordered on being painful, she fell down and down into another world of such acute pleasures that she cried out as she fell.
She could feel her body clenching around Sebastian's thick shaft and only then did he thrust again and, with a shout,
joined her in her delicious descent, a flood of warm release within her making Aneesa want to clench her legs tight around Sebastian and never let him go.
This time she couldn't speak or rationalise anything. All she knew was that singing angels and blasting trumpets would have been a pathetic accompaniment to what had just happened. Because it had surpassed anything she might have ever tried to imagine.
A delicious feeling of satiety coursed through her body, defying description. She had an intense desire to stay joined with Sebastian. When he drew back slightly and tried to pull away she went with him. He gave a dark chuckle, and when he pulled away again, Aneesa dropped her legs and let him go, even though the desolate feeling nearly stunned her with its power.
She couldn't look at him; she was too overwhelmed with
what had just happened. Her skin tingled all over and her blood flowed thick and heavy in her veins. He drew her into his side in a possessive embrace, and with one powerful leg flung over hers, Aneesa fell into a deep and exhausted slumber.
She woke a couple of hours later to see nothing but inky blackness and stars twinkling outside. Sebastian lay with one arm flung over her, the other stretched out in abandon. The sheet was thrown aside and Aneesa felt greedy just looking at his glorious body. The protection was gone—dimly she realised that he must have taken care of it while she slept.
She moved slightly and winced when she felt the tenderness between her legs. Carefully she moved Sebastian's arm and lifted the sheet to see that there were spots of blood on her legs.
Stealthily she got out of bed and pulled her discarded sari around her as she found the bathroom. She closed the door softly and looked at herself in the mirror and almost didn't recognise herself. Her eyes were huge and slumberous, the kohl smudged, giving her a smokily decadent appearance. Her hair was tangled and tousled over her shoulders and her mouth was swollen from Sebastian's kisses.
