squeeze around my fingers.”
I curled my fingers inside her, felt her shudder, felt her thighs clench around my hand with bruising, crushing force as she bucked up off the table to smash her clit against my mouth. I sucked her clit between my teeth and then flicked it with my tongue and fucked her with my fingers. I pinched her nipples, one then the other, sucked, licked, flicked, and fingered her to pulsating, clenching, spasming, teeth-gnashing orgasm.
Inside—Jesus Christ…I needed to be inside her .
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Sebastian, oh my god, oh my god—” Dru panted, the words nearly lost in the grinding of her teeth and the hoarse whimpers.
Then, mid-orgasm, she completely lost her goddamn mind.
“STOP! STOP! Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I doing?” She kicked me away, fighting her orgasm, trying to stand up, to get away from me, trying, it sort of seemed, to even get away from herself, from the pleasure rushing through her.
She lunged off the table, and I let her. At least, until I realized she wasn’t capable of even standing up straight, yet. I caught her, pulled her against my chest and held her as she shivered and shuddered through the last waves of her climax, and then crouched without letting go of her and snagged her jeans to drag them up her body. Got them to just beneath her butt cheeks and then slid her underwear up, tracing a finger around the circumference of the waistband to make sure they were up all the way around her body, then tugged her jeans into place, zipped and snapped them. Tugged her bra down over her tits—a sad thing, to have to put away such sweet tits—and lastly let her shirt fall into place so she was dressed.
She shoved away from me, stumbling backward, wiping at her mouth and staring at me in disbelief. “I can’t believe myself. Fuck— fuck .” She leaned against the table I’d just laid her down across. “I cannot believe I just—goddammit—”
“Dru, what’s the problem? I thought you wanted that. It felt like you were into it, babe.” I moved closer to her, mainly because I couldn’t help it.
The woman was fucking magnetic. I was drawn to her helplessly. I had to be closer, had to get my hands on her again, in any capacity I could.
She skittered away, putting out her hands as if to fend me off. “Stop, don’t, Sebastian—don’t touch me.”
I stopped, hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, hands off, but I gotta admit I’m a little confused.” I watched her carefully, watching a river of emotions flicker across her features too fast for me to read any of them.
She shook her head. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I shouldn’t have done that. Not with you, not now. Not at all . Jesus, I’m just so fucking mixed up, and I—” She seemed like she was close to panicking, like last night, but this time she was sober, which meant it would be worse, because it wouldn’t be sloppy drunk girl cute, but sober emotional woman messy. “I can’t—I can’t—”
“Whoa, okay—just take a breath, all right? Why don’t you sit down?” I pulled out a chair at the bar for her, and she sort of automatically sat down, breathing hard and scrubbing at her face. I went around behind the bar and pulled her a beer, because if I know anything it’s when someone needs a beer. “Drink, Dru.”
“I don’t want a drink,” she said, her hands over her face.
“Yes, you do.”
She peered at me, then glanced down at the beer I’d pulled—a lightly hopped local ale. “Maybe I do. God, I’m a mess.”
“It’s allowed,” I said, leaning on the bar closer to her, just so I could smell her intoxicating scent, if nothing else.
She took a drink, sighed. “You mentioned breakfast? I don’t know if I can handle anything else on an empty stomach.”
I strode over to the stairs, opened the door and yelled up. “Zane! Where the fuck is the food?”
“What, I’m supposed to serve your ass too?” Zane shouted back,
I curled my fingers inside her, felt her shudder, felt her thighs clench around my hand with bruising, crushing force as she bucked up off the table to smash her clit against my mouth. I sucked her clit between my teeth and then flicked it with my tongue and fucked her with my fingers. I pinched her nipples, one then the other, sucked, licked, flicked, and fingered her to pulsating, clenching, spasming, teeth-gnashing orgasm.
Inside—Jesus Christ…I needed to be inside her .
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Sebastian, oh my god, oh my god—” Dru panted, the words nearly lost in the grinding of her teeth and the hoarse whimpers.
Then, mid-orgasm, she completely lost her goddamn mind.
“STOP! STOP! Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I doing?” She kicked me away, fighting her orgasm, trying to stand up, to get away from me, trying, it sort of seemed, to even get away from herself, from the pleasure rushing through her.
She lunged off the table, and I let her. At least, until I realized she wasn’t capable of even standing up straight, yet. I caught her, pulled her against my chest and held her as she shivered and shuddered through the last waves of her climax, and then crouched without letting go of her and snagged her jeans to drag them up her body. Got them to just beneath her butt cheeks and then slid her underwear up, tracing a finger around the circumference of the waistband to make sure they were up all the way around her body, then tugged her jeans into place, zipped and snapped them. Tugged her bra down over her tits—a sad thing, to have to put away such sweet tits—and lastly let her shirt fall into place so she was dressed.
She shoved away from me, stumbling backward, wiping at her mouth and staring at me in disbelief. “I can’t believe myself. Fuck— fuck .” She leaned against the table I’d just laid her down across. “I cannot believe I just—goddammit—”
“Dru, what’s the problem? I thought you wanted that. It felt like you were into it, babe.” I moved closer to her, mainly because I couldn’t help it.
The woman was fucking magnetic. I was drawn to her helplessly. I had to be closer, had to get my hands on her again, in any capacity I could.
She skittered away, putting out her hands as if to fend me off. “Stop, don’t, Sebastian—don’t touch me.”
I stopped, hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, hands off, but I gotta admit I’m a little confused.” I watched her carefully, watching a river of emotions flicker across her features too fast for me to read any of them.
She shook her head. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I shouldn’t have done that. Not with you, not now. Not at all . Jesus, I’m just so fucking mixed up, and I—” She seemed like she was close to panicking, like last night, but this time she was sober, which meant it would be worse, because it wouldn’t be sloppy drunk girl cute, but sober emotional woman messy. “I can’t—I can’t—”
“Whoa, okay—just take a breath, all right? Why don’t you sit down?” I pulled out a chair at the bar for her, and she sort of automatically sat down, breathing hard and scrubbing at her face. I went around behind the bar and pulled her a beer, because if I know anything it’s when someone needs a beer. “Drink, Dru.”
“I don’t want a drink,” she said, her hands over her face.
“Yes, you do.”
She peered at me, then glanced down at the beer I’d pulled—a lightly hopped local ale. “Maybe I do. God, I’m a mess.”
“It’s allowed,” I said, leaning on the bar closer to her, just so I could smell her intoxicating scent, if nothing else.
She took a drink, sighed. “You mentioned breakfast? I don’t know if I can handle anything else on an empty stomach.”
I strode over to the stairs, opened the door and yelled up. “Zane! Where the fuck is the food?”
“What, I’m supposed to serve your ass too?” Zane shouted back,
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