The Billionaire Takes a Bride (Billionaires and Bridesmaids,(60)

His fingers entwined with hers, gently holding her hand over her head? It was that small touch that nearly undid her. She panted and mewed against his mouth, eager for more, knowing she was safe with him. He had her. He’d never let her suffer. “Sebastian, please.”

“Right here, love,” he told her softly. “I’ve got you.” Then his fingers unlaced from hers and he propped himself up on one arm, his other hand guiding his cock to her core. He rubbed the head of it against her entrance, slicking the condom, and she whimpered again at how good it felt, how much it made her ache and need more. So much more. She wanted him deep inside her, filling her up.

Then he kissed her again and began to press deep, pushing inside her.

Awe filled her, and Chelsea couldn’t breathe. He felt so good, so right. She held her breath as he kept kissing her jaw, her neck, everywhere he could touch her, as if trying to distract her from the incredible sensation of him sinking into her. As if she could be distracted.

When he was in so deep that she could have sworn he was touching her heart, he lifted his head.

And stilled.

“Chelsea?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re crying. Are you okay?” Worry etched his handsome face. “Do you want me to stop?”

She was? She had no idea. Her hand went to wipe her eyes, and she shook her head. “If I’m crying, it’s because it feels so amazing to be with you like this. You’re wonderful, Sebastian. So wonderful.”

He exhaled deeply, face relaxing. “Thank f*cking god. For a moment there, I thought I’d hurt you.” He nuzzled her neck again, burying his face against her. “You know we can stop at any time, right? Just because I’m inside you doesn’t mean that we have to keep going—”

Chelsea lifted her skates and locked her legs around his hips, then dug her wheels into his ass. “Keep going,” she demanded. “I want you to.”

“Okay, but if you start sobbing and calling me daddy, I’m out.”

She giggled and sniffed back her tears. “Deal.”

He captured her mouth in another kiss, this one soft, tender, and utterly sweet. His hips moved, and then he was stroking into her.

And she held her breath again, because oh, it felt so good. So right. She clung to him, moaning her pleasure as he began a slow, delicious rhythm, moving in and out and murmuring words of encouragement to her. About how beautiful she was, how good she felt around him, how sexy her uniform was, how he liked the jiggle of her breasts when he thrust inside her. She felt sexy and beautiful, and even though he was on top of her, it felt like she was the center of his world, his universe, and she loved the feeling.

Like she was the one in control despite everything.

Eventually, she started to do more than just lovingly run her hands over his muscles. Her hips lifted to meet his thrust, and his kisses took on a greater intensity. Then, his movements did. Each thrust seemed harder, more intense than the last, until she was crying out with each one, her hands digging into the muscles of his shoulders to brace herself. And god, it felt so good. She reveled in the sensations, lost in pleasure. He could go on endlessly like this and she wouldn’t mind one bit.

But it seemed that Sebastian had other plans. After a rough, ragged thrust, he reached between them and placed his thumb on her clit. When he thrust again, his hand moved, rubbing her just the right way. She cried out, her eyes flying open, and clung to him even harder.

“Right there?” he murmured, thrusting again.

Her whimper of agreement was the only answer she could form.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He thrust hard again, and her entire body tensed, her mouth falling open. Oh, god, she was going to, she was so close . . .

With his next thrust, a choked cry escaped her and another orgasm ripped through her body.

“Fuck, that’s right, baby,” he whispered as she climaxed. “I can feel you clenching around me. God, you feel so f*cking good. Keep coming for me, love.” He paused in his strokes and kept rubbing her clit, and she kept coming. And coming. And it felt like it was tearing her apart at the seams . . . in a good way.

By the time he’d wrung every last shudder out of her, she was limp on the bed, dazed with pleasure. He kissed her again, and her own response was languid. “God, I love how drowsy and well-f*cked you look,” he murmured, and thrust hard into her again. “Makes me want to come. Right. Now.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

“Yes,” she breathed, dragging her fingers through the curls of his hair. “Come for me, Sebastian.” And with a wicked grin, she added, “Stud.”

His laugh choked off and his hands tensed, his eyes closing. His next thrust was wildly rocking, and she felt his entire body jerk as he came, giving in to the pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her, pressing more kisses to her neck. “Fuuuck.”

“Yeah.” She sounded so pleased. So utterly sated. She hugged Sebastian’s sweaty body against her. “Okay, so that was pretty amazing.” She patted his shoulder. “You did good.”

He laughed, rolling onto his side and pulling her along with him. “Just good?”

“All right. Let me think up a Sebastian comparison.” She tilted her head and then offered, “You did as well as expected.”

He groaned and nipped her jawline. “Damning me with faint praise, woman.”