The One Addicted (6 page)

I hear my breath hitch, emotion welling in my throat. He’d nearly said it - Surely that means enough?
 

“I adore you so much. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to make love to and then laugh with. Let me show you, baby.”

What do I do now for fucks sake? This is what I’d wanted wasn’t it? I’d needed to hear him explain things clearly and tell me he’d been going crazy without me? You love him, Lu? Is it really worth putting yourself through all this pain when you know deep-down that your destiny is with this man?
 

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I’m not sure who moves first but in a split-second, my lips are crushed against his. I have to have contact with him; some form of contact, even if it goes against every fibre of my being. The torture of not being able to touch him, when he is so near, is agony. I can taste the salt of my tears on his mouth and feel the desperation between us, and the urgency to connect. He draws me to a standing position and crushes me to his body, wrapping his arms around me so tightly I can barely breathe. I understand his need to be close though, so close that we are nearly joined; so close that his heart beats against mine and I’m not sure whose pulse it is throbbing manically.
    
“God I’ve missed you, lady.”
    
I feel his palms on either side of my head and I raise my own hands to his, cupping them as we passionately kiss, tonguing each-other, bashing our lips against one another, lust-filled and desperate, full of bottled-up frustration and eagerness. I rub my core into his erection and groan at the constricting layers between us. Seb understands my annoyance and slides my jacket down over my arms, letting it drop to the floor, then splays his large palms possessively across my back, lightly tracing my spine, through the transparent fabric there.
    
“See-through silk. Fuck me.”
    
I wantonly tilt my head back so he can kiss my neck, and view my breasts through the material better and gasp as he licks a wet trail from my collarbone, around the huge statement necklace and up to my chin, before claiming my swollen mouth in his once again. I feel his hands slowly unbuttoning my blouse and assist him by shrugging out of it; the clasp of my bra clicks as it’s released and that follows and his roughened hands skim the side of each breast, before lightly brushing over my razor sharp nipples.
    
“And I’ve missed these. Mine. Only for me.” He moans, before dipping his head to claim one needy nipple, then other, with his tongue then his mouth, suckling, whilst looking up at me, willing me to hold his gaze and watch him adore my body. The moment is so carnal and incredibly sexy, but I’m too keen to feel him on me, and in me and move to assist him in the removal of his waistcoat, shirt and tie, the sensation of the fabric rubbing against my nipples, is bliss. I sigh, as at last we are both naked from the waist up. His breathing is laboured.
    
“I’m so fucking sorry, Lu.”
    
Resting his head against my belly, his arms around my waist and I look down at his familiar handsome face. The passion within his eyes bores through me, begging me to believe him - filled with adoration and just seeing my own feelings reflected there makes my heart constrict with emotion. I melt. I want to believe him so badly but I’m not ready to do that yet. The internal conflict is torture - I want him, desperately. No, I
need
him. This is Sebastian the friend and man I’ve known for ten years, after all. I have to remind myself of that fact.
    
My body is disloyal to my mind; delicious fizzles cover my skin, winning out to my over analytical mind and with a split-second decision I choose to encourage his path, watching his pink tongue travel a wet lapping journey along my waistband. As his fingers free my buttons and zip, drawing the trousers over my hips, his tongue continues dipping towards my cream lace thong. His hands grab my backside, pushing me into his face and I arch on a moan, then react, as I feel him push me backwards to sit upon the deep windowsill, one leg hooked over his shoulder for better access and the lace panties as they roll down one leg, stretch to slip over my foot and slip down the other shin - I kick them off with a flick of my turquoise shellac toenails - where they land I don’t care anymore - my desperation to be bare for him is frenzied.
    
The curtains are still open and as I glance over my shoulder, I can see guests milling below, in the tea garden, whilst two stories up, I’m naked and being feasted upon by the most delicious of men. The moment is indulgent and damn right saucy. I’d like to flip over and have him do me from behind whilst I people watched, my tits bobbing, palms pressed to the window panes, whilst he banged into me hard from behind.
    
I arch again as I feel his tongue lave over my folds, suckling my lips, labia and delicate surrounding skin before returning full throttle to my most needy part. His mouth sucks upon my pulsating clit before he inserts a finger inside me and lifting my second thigh to wrap around his neck, like the figure eight, I lie backwards, rocking myself into his wet fuckable mouth to meet his firm fuckable finger thrusts and clench automatically as one of those fingers slips down towards my behind, gently massaging my perineum. One swoop up and over my clit, with firmer circular rhythm is my undoing and I shatter around him. My body starved of orgasm for only a week but desperate to be reunited with Mr. Silver’s magic fingers, tongue, cock.
    
Ahh his cock! I lick my lips in expectation as I feel the cool air hit my pussy, his mouth leaving me. He carefully slides one leg, then the other back to the floor, steadying me there until my legs stop shaking. I’m drawn up into his body and pull back, as he deftly removes the remainder of his clothing - enfolding me into his strength again. His ripped abdomen is hard against my soft curved one, the hairs on his chest creating ripples of pleasures across my nipples, as they lightly scrape across them.
     
“You’re so beautiful and there’s only you.”
     
His hands grasp my head, imprisoning me and forcing me to stare into his blackened orbs. God he is sexy - his cock jutting and searching against my stomach. We watch one another, the world passing around our naked forms, the quiet all consuming, the moment magnetic, before losing ourselves in a kiss so full of passion, I feel tears in my eyes and my core clenches, desperate to have him inside me. My lips are bruised, my skin aches to be touched, everywhere - the nagging voice in my head, panics me slightly as I consider fleetingly, ‘
should I be doing this?
’ but it’s forgotten as I he spins me to face the window.
    
His arms draw me into his body, lips leaving a wet trail along my shoulder, making me shiver in anticipation as his cock searches at my back. Instinctively, I brace both palms on either side of the floor-length Georgian window in front of us and arch my behind. Seb’s hand anchors my hips and I hear his fumbles with contraception behind me, before the tip of his cock, searches at my moist entrance. His other hand reaches around to cup my breast and elongate my nipple, pinching it hard. I look down into the courtyard below; people are still mingling there, oblivious to what’s occurring a few floors above. They would only need to glance up and they’d have a full frontal of me naked being fucked by Sebastian, tits banging and pussy, in full view – basically my original fantasy. It only turns me on more. I’m angry, at myself, Toni, him, the situation but the more Sebastian claims me, the lighter I begin to feel, and the more forgiving I become.
    
I need him in me, filling me – fucking me- branding me and he doesn’t disappoint as he thrusts inside me, allowing me to adjust to his size before withdrawing almost entirely, and then forcefully pounding into me again. My body sheathing him tightly in with my juices and his hot breath in my ear, his tongue licks gingerly at my lobe before huskily whispering into it.
    
“I’m back where I belong and I’m not leaving again in a hurry.”
    
I push back onto him as he crudely takes me from behind. This isn’t gentle, its angry, passionate and torturous all in one and we both demand it. I feel his body begin to tense and his fingers curl around my pelvis to lock onto my clit, pushing back my folds and forcing my nub out to the air, before flicking a pad back and forth in time to his banging demands. The friction created is fucking amazing and I cry out as I come within seconds, feeling his cock twitch as his semen spurts inside me, in strong spasms, as he strokes my breasts together, kissing my neck at the same time as he groans.
    
“Fuck …baby… only…you!”
    
I unhook the tieback and let the curtain swish closed before turning in his arms to face him, then
I kiss the side of his jaw, his two-day stubble scratching against my soft cheek, and sigh, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He rapidly swoops in, sliding his tongue inside and draws me into his body further. The heat is there, intensifying with each stroke of his tongue and each suck of our lips; building already. I was right; the burn never seems to dissipate between us – it’s never enough – sweet sexual satisfaction that I don’t ever want to end.
    
As if he’s read my mind we part and he leads me towards the bathroom. “Let’s freshen up and you and I are back in that bed. That was desperate sex, now I’m going to make love to you… and take my sweet fucking time!”
    
The control is back in his husky voice but on a level that is sexy and exciting – dominating yet I know that his black bedroom eyes, question my approval. Finally he gets it. Demand everything from me - yes - just ask my approval first. I love this side to him; have only seen it a few times and crave more of it. I feel privy to a secret club with virtually no members.
    
Why couldn’t he always show his emotions like this?
Because he wouldn’t be Sebastian Silver – the man you love like no other. Alpha, authoritative and yes sometimes a frigging arsehole!
Because if he was asking you nicely, you’d still be
just friends and you’re not sure how you went a decade without jumping him
!
    
We head to the bathroom, unclothed but I’m not aware of my nakedness as I hold his hand, until we hit the en-suite, where I grab a towel and wrap it around me, cocooning me from his virility.
    
“I’ll just be a minute I need to wee.”
    
I nip to the loo, whilst he disposes of the condom, tying a knot in it and heading back into the room, to bin it. I can hear him, striding outside.
    
“You done yet?”
    
“Mmm hmmm. You can come in now.”
    
He doesn’t care about my presence as he arrogantly pees into the toilet, and I’m surprised by my reaction to it. Viewing his body in all its finery at this angle, it’s both intimate and manly. Like we’ve stepped forward into the next part of whatever we are? I can’t think about that now - I’m still questioning my decision to be here.
    
A quick flush and I watch him wash those sexy hands and fill the sink, dousing a small towel in warm water - his muscles ripple across his back, the strength there fluid and graceful, whilst he squeezes out the excess, before kneeling at my feet and placing the towel between my thighs.
 
The warmth is welcome as his eyes hold mine throughout, pouring his emotions into me, so gentle in his touch I can see and sense his feelings for me. He cleanses me before planting a kiss on my belly, rinses the cloth, before washing himself quickly. We catch one another’s eyes in the mirror over the sink, and I lick my lips. He is the most beautiful specimen; all hard ripped and all-man and that behind! I feel the flush creep over my face, embarrassed at my open approval of his body.
    
“Don’t be ashamed of perusing me, lady - I like that I make your nipples swell and darken, and your lips pout and those eyes - the way they change from green, to lime, to amber - it makes me rock hard.” He leans both forearms onto the marble sink, all the while his liquorice blacks boring into mine through the reflection daring me to look down. I manage a couple of seconds before caving. My eyes drop to his groin, where his cock is solid and ready…again! Jesus! Was this soldier never at ease?
    
“Come let me show you how I’ve missed you, baby - how I feel about you. How you make me want to stay buried inside of you and never leave; how sorry I am.”
    
I allow myself to be led back to the bed, enfolded within his arms and kissed until my breath is not my own. I understand that for Sebastian sex is our last step back to one another - no matter how many obstacles we meet, we can always find one another in bed. No matter how much my brain is fighting my emotions right now, I can’t deny that this man has to be part of my future in some form.
    
I believe him.
    
My hands are clasped in his, his long masculine fingers, linking tightly with mine, as we continue our onslaught of punishing kisses. His smell is intoxicating as I push my breasts into his chest, desperate to create friction from the light coating of hair there, against my taut nipples.
    
“Stop fighting it, baby. Just lie back and let me worship you.”
    
Not a fucking chance. I am no 1950’s housewife and I twist in annoyance to try and release one of my hands. His chuckle is irritatingly sexy.
    
“Never one to take orders. Seriously, darling, there’s a time for rough…” His fingers rake up my thigh. “… And there’s a time for play. Now its all about the agonisingly slow…”
    
I throw my head back on that last word, my neck stretched out as he runs his palm softly along it. My body quivers at his delicate touch. I can feel his breath on my lips.
Kiss me.
    
“Does this feel good?”
Oh God yes!
    
My moan satisfies his questions as he dips his head to my breast, adoring and caressing it until every nerve ending in my nipple has come alive and is sending electric currents to my core. I feel myself grow wet. That is all it takes with him.
    
Our combined deep breaths are desperate and our eyes fly to meet one another. I cup his face drawing him into me. We brush our lips, dipping inside, teasing.
    
“I’ve missed you so much - you have no idea how much I’ve been going out of my mind these past few days.”
    
We hold each other, staring; liquorice black into lime, the moment so deep I feel like I can see inside his soul. I believe him.
    
“I missed you too.”