"My god, you don't know how much I've been thinking about you," he said, breaking the kiss. "I don't think I can wait until after the party. I need to have you right now."
I cleared my throat. "Here?" I asked, nodding quickly out the window. The glass was shaded, but I was still incredibly aware of the shifting crowd and other cars visible all around us. Not to mention Joe. We were separated by the privacy window, but nonetheless he'd have to be a fool not to realise what was going on.
"Here," said Sebastian, his voice leaving no room for argument. And before I had time to protest, he wrapped both hands around my hips and spun me around on top of him.
As my legs slid into place around his, my sex came to rest on the bulge in his pants, and whatever resistance I'd felt instantly melted away. He was firm as stone, and he pressed against me with an urgency that was impossible to ignore. I could feel the heat of him radiating through our clothes, making me acutely aware of how little material separated him from being inside me. At that moment I no longer cared about Joe, or the masses of weary commuters just a few arm's lengths away. I wanted him to take me. I needed it.
And he responded. He gripped me roughly, grinding his cock against me while pulling me in for another kiss. The pressure was so intense, the stimulation so overwhelming, that I felt like I might come then and there. I let out a low moan, misting the window next to me with the warmth of my breath.
"You know, it was very generous of you to change the rules for me the other day," I said, "but I've got a secret to tell you." I ran my hands over him, playfully caressing his chest before pulling him in to whisper in his ear. "I never finished the job."
"You didn't?"
I shook my head. "I came close. My vibrator was out and ready to go. But at the last second I realised it just wouldn't be the same. I wanted to save it. I wanted it to be you."
He closed his eyes, a low rumble emanating from his throat. "That is so insanely hot. How is it you can be such a perfect sub with so little training?"
"I'm just that talented, I guess," I said with a grin.
He laughed. "Well then, I'd better not make you wait any longer."
Slipping the dress from my shoulders he pulled it down, allowing my breasts to fall out into the open. "My god you're beautiful."
And then he dove on me. Suddenly, his mouth seemed to be everywhere. I let out a gasp as his tongue began playing out an exquisite velvet pattern across my chest. He kissed and licked his way in slow circles, greedily sucking on my nipples and teasing with the barest brush of teeth. His stubble felt coarse against my skin, contrasting deliciously with the softness of his lips.
As he ravished me, his hands began to traverse further, weaving behind me to ruck up my skirt. He didn't waste any time. A moan of anticipation fell from my lips as he yanked aside my panties.
"Are you nice and wet for me?" he asked, that low silky voice ratcheting my excitement up even higher.
I nodded furiously. "I've been wet for you for weeks."
He let out a long breath. "I love it when you talk like that." With agonising slowness he slipped his hand underneath me and drew a single finger along my slickened opening. I shuddered in pleasure.
He brought his finger forward, the tip glistening with my juices. "You weren't kidding." He gave it a long, slow, tantalising lick. "And you're just as sweet as I remember. Later I'll have a proper taste, but I can't wait anymore. I need to fuck you."
I let out an affirmative grunt, not wanting to delay him one second more. I could feel the weeks of excitement burning wildly inside me.
Taking me by the hips once more, he hoisted me up, placing me on my knees next to him with my ass in the air. With panther grace he rose into a crouch and unfastened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Seeing his cock in the flesh sent a bolt of desire rolling through me. I'd never wanted anything inside me so badly before.
Seizing me in a powerful grip, he dragged me across to him and plunged his shaft straight into my pussy, burying it all the way to the base in a single explosive thrust. He let out an animal cry.
The strength of that motion stung as my body madly adjusted to accommodate his girth, but I didn't care. The longing in his movements dwarfed everything else. That I inspired such lust in him set me soaring.
"God Sophia, you're so tight. You feel amazing."
"I'm tight because you're big," I said, my voice broken and quavering. His cock stretched me out like nothing I'd ever felt before. I moaned with the fullness of it, every muscle cinching tight around him, savouring that exquisite pressure. He responded in kind, wrapping both powerful hands around my shoulders and yanking me closer, giving him more leverage to grind himself against me. He fucked me with the desperation and ferocity of a man with one day to live.
With other men I'd been with, sex had always been an act of giving; give your partner pleasure and receive it in return. With Sebastian, there was no give, only take. He wasn't giving me an orgasm, he was taking it from me, claiming it for himself, and he did it with a fervour that bordered on frightening. That intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated passion I'd never known I was capable of.
I wasn't going to last long. The glow of my orgasm was already rising up inside me. My muscles clenched tighter still as my body began to stretch and tremble in anticipation.
"No, not yet," he said, his voice hoarse. Even as aroused as he was, he knew I was close. His awareness of my body was almost inhuman. "You were saving it for me, so I want to watch you as it happens."
With a grunt, he pulled free of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs. Seizing me by the thighs, he flipped me easily onto my back.
I gazed up at him, breathless and quivering. He'd shed his jacket, and sometime in the commotion several of his shirt buttons had come undone. Crouching there, half dressed and coated in sweat, he looked wild and impossibly beautiful. His cock jutted out from his body, slick and shining with my juices. It pulsed and twitched in the sex-heavy air.
He slid in close, pressing the swollen head gently against my cleft.
"Please," I moaned. "Please."
Leaning in close, he gazed at me with those spectacular eyes. "You've earned this." He pushed himself back into me and began rocking back and forward, reaching out with one hand to stroke my clit. "This is what you've been waiting for."