The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) (15 page)

His mouth finds my belly and his lips remain there, pressed to my skin for an age as he strokes circles over my skin. Then I feel a lick, which continues downwards. I don’t struggle as my panties slide over my hips and are discarded - the position I am in, will give him a view of my obvious pleasure. I am wet and wanting and desire him so much in this moment, I can’t take it a second longer.

“Baby?”

“I wan’t to go down on you.” His voice is hoarse with sexual promise. “I won’t budge on this.”

I feel a pillow placed beneath my bottom and I’m lifted even further to his eyes. In another life, another time I’d have been mortified by the fact that I’m so open to him but not now - now I feel free, now I feel like he can see into my very soul and I want that. I need to have nothing between us.
 

“You’re so beautiful. Such a sexy pussy, so ripe and ready for my mouth.”

I swear the man can read minds. And he has the dirtiest mouth. And I fucking love it.

His thumb enters me first, and I arch on a groan. “Jesus, baby.”

“Does that feel good, Lu? Tell me - I want you tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, that feels so good. I want you.”

He slips another fingers inside and I moan deeper.

“Better?”

“Ahh, yes, fuck yes.”

“More?”

“Yes.”

His chuckle is my undoing, sexy and naughty and so controlling and I buck, desperate for my release. I feel him enter me again, rotating his fingers in all the right places, finding that spongy place that most men haven’t a fucking clue exists and pressing hard and then he blows, across my clit. “Holy shit!”

More laughter.
 

Then the real magic starts - the tip of his tongue collides with the tip of my clit and I see stars, I’m at that cliff top, his fingers working in tandem, taking me to it, getting me to where I want to be, coaxing me, his words dirty and erotic, and he breathes on my pussy. That famous Silver tongue is put to use laving over both sides of my opening, delicately playing with my frazzled nerves, teasing me but doing everything I need to spiral me to heaven.

“Seb!”

Another deep husky chuckle that vibrates against my nub. “I know your body, baby, you’re nearly there.”

I’m nearly there. His lips are on me, in me, with his fingers tormenting me, rhythmically pumping;in and out and round and round and I’m floating, beginning to feel like jumping and then I’m off. “Fuck!” My scream is wild.

“That’s it, baby take off, I’ve got you.”

My head is spinning, my breasts are captured in my own hand and his free one, my nipples tweaked almost painfully, my tongue needs to be in his mouth. I’m falling. This beautiful man between my thighs, his mouth at my apex and bringing me to the most incredible orgasm, which is so much more than just an orgasm - it is letting go of the past and moving forward with our present, stronger, more determined and more in love than ever.
 

I’m boneless.
 

And still he sucks and sucks until finally I can’t take any more, my body drained and twitching and I have to literally stamp a foot on the bed in protest.
 

“I can’t…can’t go again…Seb…”

“Just one more round.”

“No, please! Let me come down off the ceiling.”

Seb laughs and climbs up over me, enfolding my limp body in his arms. It is the only limp thing between us; his own hard body is taught with sexual need, his magnificent cock rigid as it juts its head against my stomach. Amazing how that is all it takes for me to be alert once again, craving him. My body reacting to his virile manhood and I need him inside of me - buried so far within me we are joined both physically and emotionally. This man is my life and my soul mate and will now be my husband. I need to have him inside me… now!

His smell is intoxicating, all vanilla musk and I rain kisses over his shoulders, across his chest and finally his mouth, where we share a sweet long passionate mating. I can taste myself on his face and it turns me on further. His stubble grazes my sensitive skin but I don’t care - I want to be branded by him.
 

I can’t seem to get enough of him!
 

“I fucking love you.”

“I know.”

“Good. Because I do.

His large sexy hands frame my face, thumb caressing my bottom lip, and I turn my head into the simplest of touches, chills of excitement washing over me.
 

“I fucking adore you. You are it, Lu.”

My eyes are closed as I revel in his words and I smile.
 

“Look at me.”

They fly open at his harsh words and the intensity I see there is fierce. We are cradling one another, his cock between us, formidable in its erection.
 

“Seriously, Lu - you are my life.”

“I know. I feel it too, baby.”

The moment is so monumental, so full of emotion but so right and I feel my nipples ping to attention, my body reacting to his words. My hand moves to close around his thick girth, our eyes locked at all times, I note the slight decrease in his pupils and his inhale of breath as I grip his length and begin to pump, then ease my other hand over the head, rubbing some of the pre-cum in small circles across his slit before lifting my thumb again purposefully to my mouth and sucking hard, all the while maintaining eye contact.
 

“Ah jeez, Lu. Nothing will ever come between us.”

I smile, it’s my turn to chuckle. “Nothing but this.” I grip harder and slide my hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls in tandem. I lick my lips and his eyes flicker to them, down to my tits and back up to my mouth once again. I know in that second that he’s done playing.

“I need in. Now! Enough foreplay.”

I’m flipped and smile inwardly. I’ve loved that Sebastian has been caring and considerate of me since my miscarriage but it is time for us to get back to normal and
 
right now I’m healthy and I need to be fucked… hard. His hands find my breast, pinching my nipple his other hand parting my labia. I didn’t need to be ready - I’m dripping from my earlier orgasm. He guides me back onto all fours and pulls me towards the edge of the bed, and then stands between my bent legs, them his cock pressing at my bottom. The pillow is still beneath my stomach, and tilts me, scraping my nipples on the duvet deliciously.
 

Seb spreads my legs further and I flinch as I feel his fingers delve inside me, coating them in my juices and continue to rub a path upwards and onto my perineum and anus and I push back at the unusual sensation.
 

His cock nudges at my opening and I rock to encourage him; I need him now, I want him to fuck me. His hands cup my bottom, massaging both cheeks as he embeds himself further inside me with each push until he is all the way in. He holds still. Breathing harshly.

“You’re so tight.”

I arch my back encouraging his invasion, opening myself to him as he begins to thrust hard into me, his guttural groans echoing mine. His moans a complete turn-on. My nipples grazing against the covers feel as though they are being fondled, their sensitivity at it’s peak.

“Reach around and touch yourself, baby.”

I do just that and with each of his thrusts, I swirl my fingers around my heavily swollen clit, feeling his cock each time he thrust inside me - his girth so big, straining my delicate skin.

“You can feel every inch of me inside you baby? It’s where I’m meant to be.”

Oh God, this man. What he says, does - I’m delirious with pleasure. He is fucking me from behind, and dirty as hell but I feel completely loved and wanted at the same time. He cradles my body from behind contiuning to thrust, fucking me but loving and treasuring me at the same time.

I feel the tell-tale loom of my climax begin and his thrusts begin to increase as his own is upon him, his balls swinging against my bottom and then we are jumping off that cliff top together - his body stretching over mine, our hands clasped together in front of us across the bed, as he fills me.
 

We couldn’t be closer and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

*******

I awake after our afternoon pleasures to find Lu snuggled in my arms, her hand tightly linked within mine and I lift it to my lips for a kiss, the diamond engagement ring sparkling in the darkness of the bedroom, a reminder of the way she’d offered herself to me. She’d completely put herself out there. Finally, she was mine. Mind. Body. Soul. Soon she’d carry my name. I wanted to brandish her with everything I’d ever worked my butt off for. I want to give her the world.

It must be after 6pm now? We’d slept like logs and I felt entirely satiated. It was time however, to get up - we had dinner with Nathan and a client in two hours and Lu would kill me if I didn’t give her enough time to get ready. I’d much rather stay in bed and order room service and continue our celebration in a more intimate way but this deal with the Chateau was important and Nathan had already been brilliant stepping in and allowing me some ‘free time’ with my love. It was time for me to show-face.

I leave her for a few more minutes, innocently slumbering. She looked so sexy, her hair strewn across the pillows, tousled and well-loved. I grab myself a quick shower and check my e-mails and texts. One missed call makes me frown. It was from the UK and I didn’t recognise the number.
Hmmm.

I ring Na, confirm our restaurant booking and then reply to the most important correspondence, the majority of it could wait. One in particular glows at me, catching my eye; it’s titled ‘You’ll always have Paris.’ I bite my lip as I hover over the message, my thumb twitching. Shall I open it? For some reason this mail makes me feel uncomfortable. Why? Every fibre of my being has a bad feeling and I’m always right when that bad feeling embeds itself in my belly. I always listen to my gut. I bite down harder and take a seat on the nearby chair, swiping the screen harshly; the message slides open, showcasing the email in its entirety. My gut was right. This did not bode well.

To:
Sebastian Silver

Subject:
You’ll always have Paris

From:
Humphrey Bogart

Enjoy her whilst you can Silver.

You can’t watch her every second.
 

I know you are searching for me. You won’t find me.
 

Not until it’s too late.

Not until I’ve taken everything from you.
 

From,
 

The man you crossed but will never cross again.

I re-read the message several times like a madman, hand rubbing my head, nose flaring in anger. The fucking bastard. That fucking prick had the audacity to flaunt his intentions - send me an off the cuff email - like it was an everyday occurrence. I’m going to fucking kill him!!!
 

I scan over the words again, focusing intently on one sentence in particular,
You can’t watch her every second…
I already fucking know that - that’s what has been driving me crazy ever since the car accident, since the miscarriage, since we considered that she was being targeted. Now it was 100% clear. This bastard was playing with us but he was also making his intentions clear. He was after Lucia but going by the second to last sentence he had a vendetta against me. I hadn’t seen that coming.
 

Not until I’ve taken everything from you
….
 

Who the fuck was he?
 

I rub my head again in angst, and draw it crudely across my mouth pausing to think for a millisecond. A quick glance at the bed shows Lu stirring, her legs stretching in the sheets and I grab my shirt, slip it on and walk to her side of the mattress.

“Baby? You awake?”

“Hmmm, what time is it?” Her husky voice is thick with slumber and as she turns to meet my face, the sheet fall to bare her beautiful breasts to me, her beautiful breast on show. I have to refrain from dropping my mouth to suckle. If I did, we’d be in that bed all night and I have business to attend to, before our business dinner. I feel myself grow hard and screw my face up in annoyance at this unknown man who continues to come between Lu and I, in every way.

“It’s time for you to get in the bath and make yourself even more stunning. You have an hour until we leave.”

“Oh crap. Why didn’t you wake me?”
 

“You needed to sleep. Now, I have to leave for a short while but I’ll be back soon to leave with you in the limo. Will you be Ok?”

She pulls the covers back and sits up against the velvet headboard, her body completely open to me and I take a deep breath, my chest tightening at her beauty.
 

“You vixen.”

“What?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing, lady and unfortunately right now, I don’t have time to take full advantage.”

“You’re saying no? The mighty Sebastian Silver, turning me down?” Her mock drawl is laced with cheekiness and I lean in and cup her neck, drawing her towards me.
 

“I will never turn you down baby but I know you would rather have an hour to ready yourself than 10 minutes.”