The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy (39 page)

Placing him down on the sofa gently and covering him with a nearby throw, Seb offers to take Finn upstairs for me but I decline straight away. I need him to go – it’s all just too much. I’m in a spin. I can smell him, almost taste him and I’m a complete mess.

“Right cheers Seb.”
 

Frosty chick is back and I can tell he is unsure as to why.
 
I am all over the place - poor guy. Making his way to the door he stops and looks back, first at Finn, then back to me, directly at me, boring his beautiful dark chocolate eyes into mine and with an arching an eyebrow he questions,

“I’ll go then?”
 

“Yeah, I think that’s best - I need to get him to bed
.
”
 

“You and I need to talk Lu. You know and I know it.”
 

He looks pained and I get a sick feeling in my gut, this doesn’t sound good.

“I’ll be in touch Lady Lu,” and he’s gone.
 

The sharp click of the door hitting the frame makes me jump slightly, and staring at my son, I lift his warm, sleepy body into my arms, loving his special Finn scent and switch off the lights. I am shattered and the sooner I sleep the sooner I can reason with myself and decipher what the bloody hell has happened in the last 48hrs!

With Finn settled, I pad barefoot downstairs for a cool drink, and every intention of checking a few e-mails and my diary for the ensuing week before turning in. I’m just filling a glass from the filtered water-jug when I jump out of my skin, dropping the cup on the floor in the process. An angry male voice dominates the chaos.
“For fucks sake Lu you really need to start locking the door! I could have been anyone!”
“Bloody hell Sebastian – knock much?”
He promptly moves towards me taking quick strides which force me to head backwards in response until I hit the fridge and its open door, the only light in the darkened kitchen and taking the water jug from my hand he places it on the island and turns to face me again.
“I got home and realised I’d forgotten to do something,” his handsome face watches me keenly, his eyes never leaving mine. My eyes are soaking up his mouth and the carnal look in his black eyes.
“What’s that?”
I have an understanding, a hope, of what he is about to do as he lowers his head and I hold my breath in anticipation and excitement but when it happens it still takes me unawares as he moves that last step, so that we meet chest to chest, cocooned within the fridge; I grab the door for balance and placing a firm palm at the back of my neck, he draws me into him and swoops in connecting our mouths in a demanding, passionate kiss.
The chemistry is unmistakable, fireworks, flashing lights, dizziness. I forget everything and anything but what his lips, are doing to mine, in that moment. Warm, wet, inviting and connected. Abruptly, Sebastian ends the kiss, leaving me off balance and looks intently at me, whilst I struggle back to reality.
“That - I needed to do that. I’ve thought about your mouth all afternoon and couldn’t leave without tasting you again.” His voice cracks with emotion and heavily emphasises
tasting
. I lick my lips unknowingly and his eyes flicker to them as I melt. We connect once again, continuing to explore each other’s mouths, and tongues and lips, leisurely the pace increasing and our breath getting hotter by the second.
“I can’t get enough of you!” he pants through broken breathes, reaching down to slide my maxi dress slowly up my smooth legs, creating electric shockwaves all over my body, instantly making my nipples point to attention.
I instinctively try to move to try and stop the process, but using his free hand to restrain mine I’m trapped and I cave. Our tongues lock and tease madly as I pull him further into my body. I can feel his finger stroking small, figure eight movements on my now bare thigh and my skin burns hot at his touch, where my dress is still bunched in his grip. The chill from the open fridge is a welcome coolant as the temperature around us escalates to boiling point.
I feel his finger dip further towards my inner thigh, its direction obvious and I jerk as he hits that ticklish dip in my groin and with a hook of his finger my panties are pulled to one side and his fingertip traces my already moist opening. The act is purely hedonistic and possessive and I’m surprised how needy I am for the contact.
He deepens the kiss and I moan my pleasure into his mouth, as his fingers plunge inside me and begin to work their magic over my needy clit.
“You’re so wet for me Lu - and incredibly hot.”
I feel my sex throb against his fingers, at the sound of his words and hook a leg around his hips, allowing him better access.
“Think about my cock fucking your beautiful tight pussy.”
His velvety tongue dips inside my mouth capturing mine, and thrusts in and out, mimicking what his cock would do. I feel the pressure of my impending orgasm building, my hips pushing back against his hand, desperate to grab what is just out of reach.
As my knees begin to buckle, I gasp, then moan aloud in utter ebullition, as he rams his fingers inside, pushing against my front wall and then swoops them back up,
applying full palpable pressure onto my erect clit. I explode around and over him, hot white lights flicker around me, and warm throbbing waves cascade all over my body, delightfully wrapping me in a delicious aura. I sense his warm breath at my ear and his deep growl of satisfaction as he kisses me gently there, calm as I catch my breath.
“That was the other thing on my
to do list
Baby. Make you come.”
His voice is taut with sexual innuendo and I lean into him, too exhausted to talk but immediately in need of more. I feel his hand move away from me, and the release of the material of my dress - it immediately drops, to my ankles to cover my modesty. He kisses the tip of my nose and we gaze at each other longingly. I can feel the heat in my cheeks and glow of sex all over my body and press myself into him, keen to connect further.
His erection is fired up and positioned rock hard against my stomach, which makes me smile smugly - I did this to him. His hand cradles my cheek and I lean into it and kiss his palm. He is so passionate - I never expected him to be so passionate and it releases an overwhelming wave of emotion from deep within me.
I’m really falling for this man, my friend, my mate in both terms.
Sebastian smiles and releases me. “Go to bed and think of me.”
I want to shout “
No!
Come back here and fuck me. Let me do to you what you’ve done for me.”
 
My pussy throbs with a void that needs to be filled and the desperation to feel him inside me, the joining of our bodies is all consuming. But I won’t beg.
He moves away from me and I immediately crave the contact; I feel so empty. He then leans in kissing my forehead gently, our hands remaining linked until we are too far apart to maintain it and our arms drop, swinging by our sides. I smile, a little embarrassed at our carnal act, which was probably viewed avidly by the pervy neighbour in the terrace, which overlooks my kitchen.
“Night Lu.”
I stare up at him longingly and will him to take me, right there on the island. Fuck the hygiene issues, there’s always Dettol. Chewing hard on my lip to alleviate some of the pent-up frustration, I can see the same desire reflected in his now black glossy orbs. His body is taut and I can see his cock pushing against his jeans in its demand to be released. His eyes are fixated upon my mouth and I run my tongue temptingly along the bottom lip, and sensing I have his full attention, continue to rub both lips together, slowly moistening them.
“Fuck Lu I’m trying to be a gentleman here but if you keep looking at me like that…doing that with your mouth… ”
I don’t let him finish and immediately launch myself at him and in that second he is lifting me onto the kitchen counter, again reading my mind and pushing me down onto the cold hard granite, whilst at same time pushing my dress up around my waist and exposing me to his greedy eyes.
I feel his hands at my panties and a ripping sound as he tears them at the side-seam, peeling them off deliciously and tossing them in the direction of the bin.
“You don’t need these. Next time your orders are to wear nothing.”
I moan into his mouth and revel at the delicious freeing sensation that blows over my now naked and vulnerable pussy. We kiss deeply again and I feel him slip a finger, then another inside me, readying me but I’m already dripping from my recent orgasm and I hear him grunt in possessive approval at his achievement.
“You’re like a drug.”
I arch my back, turned on by his words and push my breasts up into his still fully clothed chest at the ripples of ecstasy he is creating inside me. Then groan as he leaves me feeling empty for a second.
“Put me inside you Lu.”
I open my eyes and look down to see his huge erection throbbing between my thighs. Sitting up slightly, my hands tremble, as I grasp him, the girth alone, making me shiver as I guide his tip towards my entrance. He rocks backwards and deliberately slips his cock gently up against my clit, capturing the juice there to lubricate his length and exciting me further.
I lift my hips and in one forceful thrust, he is inside me.
“Just… fuck… me.”
The words come from me and I stand by every one of them.
Our tongues duel with each other, collecting pace as I feel him plunge inside of both orifices in time. I wince slightly at the immense fullness and wait for my body to adapt to his invasion. I can feel him breathing heavily and know that he senses my body’s hesitation, as he slows his pace.
“Baby?”
“Please…,” my anguished moan is all he needs.
His growl of acceptance is so primitive it turns me on even more. He pumps into me, withdrawing only to drag me towards him to delve deeper and unite us even closer if that is possible. We kiss and suck our tongues, practically biting in our animalistic rush to connect. I raise my pelvis to allow more access and feel his hand gripping my hip, to still me, and the slow rotation of his own hips, as he feeds himself in further. With each thrust I feel the build of the thing I need most, my release. My arms grab his shoulders for support, feeling the steely strength underneath his rigid muscles and as I run my nails down his back he groans in encouragement and his thrusting quickens. I can see from his face that he is nearly there; his look of almost pain is enough to drive me over the edge of my own orgasmic cliff top.
“Come on Baby; together!” his command is harsh and insistent but I can hear the slight crack in it showing his lack of control, at last.
Wrapping my legs even tighter around his waist, it pushes him deeper inside me and with a few long, strong strokes he delves so far within me, we are connected in both body and mind. As we stare into one another’s eyes, he watches me as I shatter around his throbbing cock. My spasms are his undoing and I hear his cry, feeling him pouring himself into me and its my turn to watch his face as an expression of shock, bliss and ecstasy cross over his features and he closes his eyes on a last sigh.
Sebastian carefully draws me up towards him, my hair tumbling down my back and onto his linked hands at my spine. He is still inside me as we slowly kiss. It feels raw and sexy and right. He gently moves a stray hair from my damp forehead and kisses my nose before removing himself and straightening his clothes. Reacting instinctively to his withdrawal, I wriggle my dress down modestly. That needle on the record moment is on the cards I’m sure.
The one where a sound sharply jolts us back into reality.
“I’m going to leave now…,” he kisses one cheek then moves on to the other, “ … so you can rest. I fear I’ve worn you out…” He reaches my mouth and looks into my eyes with a devilish smile.
God he was so cocky and sure of himself but I’m beginning to love that side of him.
“… I knew it would be like this between us Lu - raw and desperate and entirely addictive - you just had to be open to it.” He rolls his lips in thought. “I’ll let myself out
Little One
.”
The term of endearment warms me and with one last lingering peck he’s gone before I can comment. In the empty kitchen, the fridge door still wide open, the evidence of his release desperate to escape from within me, as I perch on the kitchen counter, I whisper, “Thank you!” and taking a huge breath head upstairs to shower.