She nodded, but said nothing.
He watched his cock disappear, inch-by-inch inside her, until he was finally seated. Her hot, wet channel gripped him so tightly. Her palms spread wider on the surface of his desk, her fingers flexing and he began to thrust inside her. His handssqueezed her hips as he pumped into her. Her fleshy backside jiggled with every moment.
It was the perfect view.
“Damnation, you feel so good. Can you feel how deep I am inside you with this position?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“So good.”
Thank Christ because he wasn’t certain what he would have done had she said no. He moved one hand off her hips and rubbed it down the middle of her back. Still he thrust in and out of her. The room filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together and their moans.
“Sebastian, oh, oh. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She rocked her body back into his with every push. The inner walls of her pussy tightened, and then she cried out. Her cunny squeezed his cock so tight as she climaxed around him and he had to concentrate to not come with her.
When she finally went boneless beneath him, he pulled out and picked her up and flipped her over so that her back was on his desk. He bent one of her legs and placed her foot firmly on the desktop, then he grabbed her other leg and straightened it up against his chest. He nipped at the tender skin her ankle. Then he thrust inside her again from this position.
God, he’d never get tired of the way it felt to be inside her. That should alarm him, but he was too aroused, too much in the moment to worry about anything but finding his own release.
He put one hand at the top of her mound and slid his thumb next to her hidden nub so that with every thrust, he’d tease that bundle of nerves.
Her eyes widened as he fucked her and he found he very much liked watching her face and her breasts bounce as hethrust in and out of her. Her hands slipped up to grab her own breasts and tweak her nipples.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I like it too. You look so beautiful playing with your nipples like that. So damned beautiful.” He was getting too close and he needed her to climax again so he took another finger and rolled it over her clitoris. Her mouth opened and she exploded around him, her body shaking as waves of pleasure shot through her.
He wanted, more than anything, to stay right where he was and empty his seed inside. But he never did that. He would not make bastards like his father had. So he forced himself to pull out of her. Then he gripped himself and moved his hand over his cock until he poured his seed all over her stomach.
16
Agatha marveled at what had become of her life over the last two weeks. She had not slept a night without Sebastian in nearly that entire time. Most nights he’d come to her—or send for her—and he’d ravish her until they were both boneless and sated. Then he’d pull her body close and they’d sleep.
She knew when he decided she had learned enough—when he bored of her—her heart would shatter. But she’d decided that Mr. Tennyson was right and it was better to have loved and lost than to have never known love. She did too. She loved Sebastian with every part of her.
Last night he’d come to her bed and they hadn’t made love, he’d simply held her. He’d been gone this morning when she woke, She’d missed seeing his cranky, sleepy face, as he complained about the brightness of the sun and the speed with which dawn came.
“Mind if I join you?” Violet asked before lowering herself into a chair.
“Of course not, this is your home.”
“It is your home too for as long as you want it to be.”
She smiled, but didn’t say anything. She would love to stay here and for Sebastian to keep calling on her, but she knew their time was limited.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Violet asked.
“I’ve fallen in love with him,” she said.
“I feared as much. How do you feel about that?”
Agatha released a watery laugh. “Conflicted. He’s amazing. Truly. But I know this won’t last forever. I know that up here.” She tapped on the side of her head. “In here though,” she pressed her palm against her heart. “In here I imagine all of the ways he’ll confess his undying love for me too and we’ll be together forever. I am a fool.”
Violet reached over and squeezed Agatha’s knee. “No, you are not a fool. Love is never wasted. Loving him has changed you. Being loved by you has no doubt changed him. There is no foolishness there. And you never know how things will end up. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Aggie, he very much looks like a man in love.”