from beneath her feet. He’d shaken her world.
Her hand brushed over her pussy, one finger caressing her nub, another stroking the seam of her lips, letting the hot cream spill out.
It was no coincidence her bikini line remained as hairless as Sebastian’s head. Just like it was no coincidence that every time she touched herself, it was Sebastian’s face that played in her mind. Seb’s smile, Seb’s shoulders and abs, Seb’s…
Just Seb.
Since the day he’d shaved his hair he’d become the focal point of every one of her fantasies and emotions. Fantasies she could not repress—no matter how hard she’d tried. So just for these few minutes, with only the heated water for company, her hand became his.
He neglected her clit in favor of slipping two fingers inside her, burying them deep, stroking her sensitive channel, loving her intimately.
His lips whispered sweet nothings, a silent caress of her imagination.
“Love you, Lucy-Loo.”
“Love you too, Seb.”
He fucked her with his fingers.
“Wanted you for so long, babe. Wanted you forever.”
“I’m yours. All yours.” Her voice came out thready, raspy.
“Prove it. Come for me.” His speed increased.
Lucy began to pant. A hand cupped her breast, and she arched her back, pushing her nipple into Seb’s roughened palm. Sensation blossomed between her legs, intense pleasure coupled with desperate longing.
“Let go, Loo. Give me everything you’ve got.”
She bit her lip, heard the roar of blood in her ears. Every muscle stiffened in anticipation.
“Be mine, only mine.” The fingers slid from her channel to press on her clit, rubbing in wanton circles.
Lucy’s desire crested and broke. She came on his fingers, pulses of pleasure throbbing through her pussy and radiating outwards. It was Sebastian’s name that echoed across the bathroom walls as she peaked, Sebastian’s face that filled her mind and love for Sebastian that flowed through her heart.
It was cold, hard fact that pulled her from her high, leaving her lying in a tub of lukewarm water, physically sated yet emotionally hollow.
Seb’s hand vanished, and she stared dully at her own.
Only one thought occurred to her as the last shudders of her orgasm ebbed away.
Her obsession with her friend had continued for too long for it to be a passing fad. The time had come to tell Seb how she felt.
“Okay, if you space out on me one more time, I’m going to start thinking it’s personal.”
Lucy blinked and brought her attention back to the man sitting opposite her. Not that she’d ever lost her focus. Nope, her attention had been on him the whole time. Maybe just not on what he’d been saying.
“Loo, that’s about the tenth time you’ve zoned out. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said in the last five minutes. You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He set his tea down on the table.
She shook her head as she looked at his cup. “You realize you are the only man in Sydney, maybe in the world, who drinks Earl Grey?” The cup seemed small and dainty beside his strong, tanned hand.
He shrugged. “I like it, as you well know. Now forget about the tea and tell me what’s bothering you.”
Her gaze drifted from his teacup to his chest, and she admired the way his T-shirt sat snugly across his shoulders. How was it possible she’d never appreciated the broadness of those shoulders? Had his hair been so long it had hidden their extraordinary proportions?
She sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you.”
Seb shot her a strange look. “When have I ever not believed something you’ve said?” He took a chip from their shared plate, dipped it into tomato sauce and popped it in his mouth. Then he repeated the process, only this time he popped the chip in Lucy’s mouth.
It was all she could do not to close her lips around his fingers and trap them there. But then trapping fingers, a chip and a dollop of tomato sauce in her mouth was hardly sexy, now was
Her hand brushed over her pussy, one finger caressing her nub, another stroking the seam of her lips, letting the hot cream spill out.
It was no coincidence her bikini line remained as hairless as Sebastian’s head. Just like it was no coincidence that every time she touched herself, it was Sebastian’s face that played in her mind. Seb’s smile, Seb’s shoulders and abs, Seb’s…
Just Seb.
Since the day he’d shaved his hair he’d become the focal point of every one of her fantasies and emotions. Fantasies she could not repress—no matter how hard she’d tried. So just for these few minutes, with only the heated water for company, her hand became his.
He neglected her clit in favor of slipping two fingers inside her, burying them deep, stroking her sensitive channel, loving her intimately.
His lips whispered sweet nothings, a silent caress of her imagination.
“Love you, Lucy-Loo.”
“Love you too, Seb.”
He fucked her with his fingers.
“Wanted you for so long, babe. Wanted you forever.”
“I’m yours. All yours.” Her voice came out thready, raspy.
“Prove it. Come for me.” His speed increased.
Lucy began to pant. A hand cupped her breast, and she arched her back, pushing her nipple into Seb’s roughened palm. Sensation blossomed between her legs, intense pleasure coupled with desperate longing.
“Let go, Loo. Give me everything you’ve got.”
She bit her lip, heard the roar of blood in her ears. Every muscle stiffened in anticipation.
“Be mine, only mine.” The fingers slid from her channel to press on her clit, rubbing in wanton circles.
Lucy’s desire crested and broke. She came on his fingers, pulses of pleasure throbbing through her pussy and radiating outwards. It was Sebastian’s name that echoed across the bathroom walls as she peaked, Sebastian’s face that filled her mind and love for Sebastian that flowed through her heart.
It was cold, hard fact that pulled her from her high, leaving her lying in a tub of lukewarm water, physically sated yet emotionally hollow.
Seb’s hand vanished, and she stared dully at her own.
Only one thought occurred to her as the last shudders of her orgasm ebbed away.
Her obsession with her friend had continued for too long for it to be a passing fad. The time had come to tell Seb how she felt.
“Okay, if you space out on me one more time, I’m going to start thinking it’s personal.”
Lucy blinked and brought her attention back to the man sitting opposite her. Not that she’d ever lost her focus. Nope, her attention had been on him the whole time. Maybe just not on what he’d been saying.
“Loo, that’s about the tenth time you’ve zoned out. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said in the last five minutes. You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He set his tea down on the table.
She shook her head as she looked at his cup. “You realize you are the only man in Sydney, maybe in the world, who drinks Earl Grey?” The cup seemed small and dainty beside his strong, tanned hand.
He shrugged. “I like it, as you well know. Now forget about the tea and tell me what’s bothering you.”
Her gaze drifted from his teacup to his chest, and she admired the way his T-shirt sat snugly across his shoulders. How was it possible she’d never appreciated the broadness of those shoulders? Had his hair been so long it had hidden their extraordinary proportions?
She sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you.”
Seb shot her a strange look. “When have I ever not believed something you’ve said?” He took a chip from their shared plate, dipped it into tomato sauce and popped it in his mouth. Then he repeated the process, only this time he popped the chip in Lucy’s mouth.
It was all she could do not to close her lips around his fingers and trap them there. But then trapping fingers, a chip and a dollop of tomato sauce in her mouth was hardly sexy, now was
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