The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy (35 page)

I explode into a zillion splintering pieces. My release is so violent that I jerk uncontrollably, spasming and twitching as I fall down the tunnel of glitter. I throw my head back and cry out with pure emotion and the complete abandonment of all my inhibitions.
“That’s it baby,
come hard
for me,” his voice is guttural and demanding.
 

I am struggling to stand as my knees begin to buckle, my body boneless and the blissful ebbs surround me, as he decreases the pressure there and then stops, just before it becomes too much.

The man was a master of sex.
 

In the next second, he spins me around to meet him and his beautiful, rock-hard and ready cock. Sebastian gently places a finger beneath my chin, lifting my face up to his penetrating piercing gaze. With the other hand he delicately moves a wet strand of hair from my eyes, behind my ear; his gaze connecting with mine at all times.
 

God this is intense!
 

This gentler, lazier side to Sebastian is as sexy as his raw and rampant one and I watch in awe, as droplets of water bounce off his head, chin and then down onto my eagerly awaiting breasts. The simple movement is undeniably erotic.
I reach out to catch a glittering drop with my tongue and in one fell-swoop; his tongue is inside me, duelling with mine. He crushes his palms either side of my now soaking head and the kiss amplifies. It is beautiful, intense and all consuming. We are demanding, and infinitely hungry for one another; it is as though we can’t get enough from mere touch and taste alone. I feel him reach around me, and his firm touch, as he grabs both cheeks of my bottom and instinctively I know he wants me to lift me, wants my legs wrapped around his waist. I want that too.
Letting go, I allow him to support me and as I bounce back down I’m pushed hard against the travertine tiles on the wall of the shower. The shock of the coolness of them, makes my nipples stand proud and more erect. He lifts me higher and bends to suckle on one of them his eyes are fascinated with their bobbing movement as he fits my areola into his sexy mouth perfectly. I watch him in flicking his tongue back and forth over my ruched peaks and at that exact moment he looks up at me, and smiles, like he has a dirty little secret.
 

“You like to watch me lavish your body!” I nod shyly and close my eyes in retaliation to his control over me. I hear him laugh huskily.
 

Oh Sebastian, what are you doing to me?
I can feel his eager cock is patiently waiting at my entrance, the feeling is so
right
.
 

He is meant to be there. I need to have him inside me. This overwhelming drive to have him buried deep within me at that moment is
urgent
. I need him now!
 

His hands lightly massage my rear cheeks, still cradling me and with one slight pullback, he thrusts into me. I’m impaled on the full length of Silver charm and flinch at the depth and the soft tissues of my oversensitive pussy wince slightly as it stretches in pain. This quickly subsides to a pleasure-pain as I take a moment to adapt to the fullness.
 

At my pause, he questions, “Are you Ok Baby? I’m going to fuck you hard. NOW!” His voice slides over me like thick velvet but I can hear the control that he has to maintain, from pushing into me, to the root.

“Just fuck me!” I don’t recognise my voice but I stare right back and wriggle alluringly in circles of encouragement.
 

Taking his cue he does just that, pumping so deep I wonder if I can take anymore. The crudeness and raw passion there is such a turn on as I bob up and down on his glorious cock, I do not want it to end. I watch his straining face, as he throws back his head, his neck taut and yells out
“
Fuck! That’s it, Baby!”
He climaxes hard and powerfully, pouring himself into me as we come together, my inner muscles clenching around him, his scorching semen a welcome warmth on my now cooling body. I feel him twitch with the last remnants of his orgasm, our breaths ragged and lips parted, gasping, as his buttocks clench one last time.

He eases me backwards towards the wall and he carefully lowers me to the floor. I know tomorrow, will be an interesting day in the
aching department
, as I flinch at the stiffness of my hips and thigh muscles. They really aren’t used to this type of exercise.
 

Hell… if a gym workout was like this I’d be there everyday. Sign me up now!

He protectively holds me to him, assisting my balance, and we lean against one another, under the water, now warm again, at his sweep of the switch. The quiet is our haven, the only sounds are our heavily panting breaths, and he whispers into my wet hair

“Thank you Baby, you were incredible. Good Morning!” I shiver at his breath on my neck.

It is only at that moment as I surround myself with his maleness, which dominates my thoughts, my body and my shower that it abruptly dawns on me, that we didn’t use any protection… again!
 

Oh Shit!

What a way to begin the morning I smile to myself happily. There is nothing like a huge amount of toe-curling sex to enhance the glow of your skin – better than any expensive face serum in my opinion. It’s knocked years off my complexion.
 

Must be that new L’Oreal Orgasmic Face Cream? I smile inwardly to myself at our in-house joke.

Sebastian has already left to go back home and change, whilst I ready myself in private. I am glad for the hour of clarity. I’m meeting him soon for breakfast with Abby and Nathan, who have both already text us consecutively with an invite and I’m looking forward to it. I’m also pleased to be arriving separately to our chosen meeting place
The Brew-Up
. A trendy modern take on the greasy-spoon Café, which had taken to opening on Sundays, due to customer demand a few months earlier.
 

I remind myself that we haven’t really focused on anything other than our own sexual appetites and fulfilling them, for the past 24hours! I am not expecting that our escapades now guarantee a ring on my left finger; I’m just relieved to have moved forward sexually and feel very fortunate to have been taken to bed by a man who
knows
women.
 

Jesus does Sebastian Silver know how to please a women. He had moves. I’ll give him that.

The thought disturbs me; already I fear the time when it will not be me underneath him. When his sexy hands will be playing over another woman’s breast, his magnificent cock buried deep inside another. My body had never reacted to a man, the way it had last night and then again this morning. It still felt electrified and hummed pleasantly in all the right places - entirely awakened from the deepest sleep. It had probably never fully reached its potential, since losing my virginity. He’d managed to give me a orgasm bar superior to anything I could ever have given myself and that was the true test, for who knew a woman’s body better than herself?

My mind is drawn to the one thing I didn’t want to focus on, but know that I must.
 

What had I been thinking?
 

Stupid question Myers. You know what you were thinking with and it wasn’t your head!
 

He definitely didn’t use a condom. I’d have known and we were in the shower, for God’s sake. How could I be so careless? I know it was Sebastian and I suppose that there is an element of casualness over protection, because he is my best friend but he’s got a very sexual past and after having Finn, I know that I’m fertile at least.
 

I’m a single Mum and should have been more responsible. Hell
he
should have been more responsible! I just can’t seem to think straight where he is concerned.

I’m going to have to pay a visit to the chemist on Monday, and collect the morning after pill. Walk the walk of shame. Great, I’ve got the week from hell work wise and now I’d be spending the first few days of it throwing up!

I finish my hair and make-up, on that upsetting thought, and tuck it away to consider later. Selecting a jersey maxi dress in a muted khaki shade from the wardrobe, I pair it with a tan plaited belt, dull gold flops and a faded denim jacket, collar up. I grab my bag and lock-up. Finn isn’t due back from Niall’s until 3pm, so the day is mine to do as I please. It’s nice feel so free. If I hadn’t been preoccupied so long in the shower, I might have had time for a run on the treadmill. Maybe later, I really do need to get back into my exercise routine but am reminded that the thorough workout I’d experienced this morning was probably better for burning off the calories of last night’s alcohol, than any 5mile run could ever achieve - blissfully more appealing.
I literally spring down the steps, towards my car; sunglasses propped upon my head. I really need to calm the
re-energised
Lulu down, or everyone will know what has caused my new radiance. Just as I reach my door, I see something out of the corner of my eye.
 

Sitting on my bonnet in the dip where the wipers are situated, is a black velvet box, like the one I’d had delivered to work last Monday and Wednesday. I grab it excitedly and jump into the car to open it more comfortably. This time the box is sealed with a purple satin ribbon and untying it, I find a third black velvet rose with the now familiar sparkly diamante crystal in its centre. I look underneath for the expected note card and see the baroque-style, scripted font.
 

It reads…

My core clenches in agreement. I feel exactly the same.
 

With my good mood only increasing I turn the key, starting the engine.
Moloko’s The Time is Now,
immediately fires up through the radio, full blast - the only volume option when I drive. As I swing out our road I consider how very apt the song is for the morning after I have stepped over into the unknown in relation to Sebastian and I.

His words replay in my mind.
“We are going to do what we should have done years ago. It’s time now; our time.”