“Make me yours, Sebastian,” I hear myself rasp.
He growls and I feel his hands fumble with my skirt, pushing it up my thighs to bunch at my waist. And suddenly, his fingers are inside me. I feel myself part, taking him in, feeling him make his way deeper and deeper.
“Fuck.” He groans, and I can’t breathe for wanting him.
“Are you this wet for me?” He wants to know. I can only groan in response.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, pressing the ball of his hand against me, driving his finger in deeper. I hold back a moan and nod and bite my lip. I’ve been ready for him for weeks. I feel him reach into his pocket and the sound of a foil wrapper tearing.
And then suddenly he stops. Leaning over me, he stares me in the eyes, they’re darker than I’ve ever seen them, and I just want to dive inside them.
He kisses me softly, a moment of sweetness that makes my heart dance, and gently touches the side of my face.
Then just as I’m about to whisper his name, I feel him position his hips, and slide all the way inside me.
The breath catches in my throat, and I almost choke. His cock is thick and hard, and he’s driving himself as far as he can into the core of me. My body tenses and contracts, trying to make room for him, but it’s not meant to be easy. Fucking him is exactly what I thought it would be, hard, furious, overwhelming.
All I know is that with every thrust he’s filing me up, more and more, and I’m taking him, deeper and deeper, making him mine as well as becoming his.
“Cadence, baby, Cadence. You are so sexy. Take me, please, just take me,” he moans over and over.
I arch my back and meet his thrust with a grind of my hips and he roars, and the sound echoes in the dark. I lift myself up by pulling on his neck, rocking my hips and he growls his approval. Each motion has him grazing against my aching bud and I know it’s coming.
I can feel it, in the pit of my stomach, feel it build.
He pace quickens and I know he’s right there with me.
My legs tighten around his waist and his thrusts become shorter and faster, each one pushing me closer and closer.
His breath cools the sweat dripping on my neck.
“Oh, god, Sebastian,”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
And then, something breaks inside me, and a flood of pleasure spreads like wildfire from the roots of my scalp through every cell in my body.
I hear a faraway scream and Sebastian pulling my body into his arms. He grunts again and again and his hips grinds against mine, and I feel him explode, his body shaking and shattering.
He crushes my mouth with his and our breaths and lips fight to find room around our climax.
I fall limp back against the car and he leans against me, my legs still loosely gripped around his waist.
I try to catch my breath, but it’s only coming in short spurts. My body is still convulsing from the receding waves of orgasm.
My eyes closed, I feel his head rest on my chest, his breathing short and fast.
I wonder if it happened after all, that he pushed me out of that plane, and that was me falling and falling into him and this eternity of pleasure.
Sebastian’s hands come up to hold up my legs, my muscle power all but lost.
“So, I guess we can really consider our contract null and void.”
I giggle and run my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back down to me for a kiss.
“Hmmmm.”
“Maybe we can write up a new one instead.” I suggest.
“Ok. That one will be easy.”
“Yeah? What do you think I should put in it?”
“Just the one line: Cadence’s wish is Seb’s command.”
I sigh and tremble from the aftermath. “In that case… I would like to invoke the terms of our contract.”
“Ohh? You little minx.” He tickles my neck with his tongue and I feel his finger slip through the drenched folds of my sex. “And what is that?”
“Feed me! I’m so bloody hungry!”
He roars with laughter and I can’t help but think how it sounds even better than his cello playing.
SEBASTIAN
It’s been about thirty minutes since I was inside her, and it seems like thirty minutes is now the definition of an eternity. A forever just waiting to feel her wrapped around me, giving and taking all at once. On the other hand, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the feel of her lips against mine, crushing them, imprinting the shape of her mouth on mine, the sounds of her need, her urgency, the metallic taste of blood as her teeth grazed my tongue, biting me.
Returning to the car, our breaths fogging up the windows, I turn to her, and she looks just the same. Beautiful in her flushed, just fucked glory. But still the Cadence I’d been lost in all these weeks.
But what had changed is me.
I don’t know what will happen if my life returns to a state when I can’t just lean over and kiss her whenever my heart desires.
***
“Is this OK?”
She turns to me, her face slightly worried but excited at once.
We’ve parked outside a luxurious little bungalow, the last in a series of similar units, the roof shaped like a beige sand sail, and the balcony opening up into the open space of the Northern Territory. It looks spacious and intimate all at once.
I’d given her my credit card at the airport and told her to go all out. I didn’t know what to expect, but I don’t know why I’d be surprised she’d pick anything less than perfect. Her regarding my taste was spot on.
“Come here,” I hold my hand out to her and she skips over to me, and I hold her face in my hands. “This is perfect,” I reassure her. “I love it. I really do. But even if it was just a corrugated roof over a cardboard box, if you were there, it would be just as perfect.”
She sighs happily and I kiss her sweet upturned mouth.
“But THIS one has champagne!” and she runs into the bungalow, ooohing and ahhhing at all the amenities.
I laugh and carry our bags into the room and lay down on the bed, stretching out, feeling my muscles groan and my bones crack. I haven’t slept in days, laying awake the last week trying to figure out what to do about Cadence. This morning when I called the accountant and told him to organize the bank check, I could not have possibly imagined that it would turn out this way. Me in her arms and her ingrained in my heart.