talking about stretching…
Lucy kicked her foot backward, grabbing it with her hand and pulled it as hard as she could towards her ass, stretching her quads.
Sebastian watched her carefully. “You ran sixteen kilometers without stretching?”
“Yeah. I did.” She switched legs. “My head was so full of thoughts about what went down on Sunday night and what you did to me and how I reacted, that my mind wasn’t really on the run, you know?”
“That’s stupid.” He shook his head with a frown. “You’ll injure yourself.”
“No, you know what’s stupid?” She dropped her foot. “You doing everything in your power to make me come, and then not giving me the same opportunity. You using your hands and your mouth all over my body, getting me off like a hundred times, and then not caring enough to wait for me to return the favor.”
His eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened.
“It’s just stupid that you had a naked woman in your arms, a woman who’d have done anything for you, anything to you, and the best you could offer was an indifferent orgasm after a couple swipes at your own dick.”
She leaned forward, sticking her butt out and keeping her back straight, until her hands touched the floor. Her hamstrings burned from the stretch. Lucy held the position to the count of ten, then stood straight again and carried on speaking as if nothing had broken her stride.
“Not only is it stupid, it’s demeaning. And humiliating. And it left me feeling as desired as a stale walnut.” She hated walnuts. Stale walnuts made her want to throw up.
“Christ, Lucy, believe me, it was never my intention to—”
She cut him off, not ready for him to have his say. Not yet. She had two days worth of pent-up frustration to blow off, and blow it off she would. Seb could just shut up and listen. “Know what else is demeaning and humiliating? When a man kisses your breasts. And your pussy. When he kisses every inch of your skin, even leaves his mark on your body—several times—but he doesn’t have the respect to kiss you on the lips. To touch his mouth to yours and make the whole encounter just the tiniest bit intimate. The tiniest bit personal.”
“Loo—”
“And you know what makes it even worse? Makes you feel even more stupid? When you love that man and he knows it. When you’ve poured out your heart and soul to that man, and instead of him returning those emotions, or standing by his assertions that he doesn’t feel the same, he rips the clothes from your body and puts his mouth and hands wherever he can, making you think he could love you, but then he rips your heart from your body when he leaves. Without kissing you. And without offering you the dignity of getting him off. And without bothering to contact you again after the fact.”
Her breath was coming in huge gasps, leaving her panting even more than she had during her run.
“But you wanna know what the stupidest, most humiliating part of all is? When that man is—”
This time Seb cut her off. Just sliced off her words in the most effective way possible. He grabbed her hand, hauled her into his arms and kissed her.
He molded his lips to hers, pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her until her toes curled and her body melted and she could do nothing more than kiss him back with every iota of passion and tenderness he kissed her with.
And he was tender.
God, was he tender. He stroked his tongue over hers, gently, softly, sweetly. Wrapped his arms around her, pulling her still damp body into the curve of his hard chest and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.
He kissed her while his semi-erect cock stiffened and grew against her belly, and he kissed her as he hauled her up into his arms and shuffled over to the couch, seating himself on the cushion and her on his lap.
He kissed her as he pulled her against him, breasts to chest, and he kissed her as her anger and frustration fizzled and evaporated on a puff of air.
He kissed her
Lucy kicked her foot backward, grabbing it with her hand and pulled it as hard as she could towards her ass, stretching her quads.
Sebastian watched her carefully. “You ran sixteen kilometers without stretching?”
“Yeah. I did.” She switched legs. “My head was so full of thoughts about what went down on Sunday night and what you did to me and how I reacted, that my mind wasn’t really on the run, you know?”
“That’s stupid.” He shook his head with a frown. “You’ll injure yourself.”
“No, you know what’s stupid?” She dropped her foot. “You doing everything in your power to make me come, and then not giving me the same opportunity. You using your hands and your mouth all over my body, getting me off like a hundred times, and then not caring enough to wait for me to return the favor.”
His eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened.
“It’s just stupid that you had a naked woman in your arms, a woman who’d have done anything for you, anything to you, and the best you could offer was an indifferent orgasm after a couple swipes at your own dick.”
She leaned forward, sticking her butt out and keeping her back straight, until her hands touched the floor. Her hamstrings burned from the stretch. Lucy held the position to the count of ten, then stood straight again and carried on speaking as if nothing had broken her stride.
“Not only is it stupid, it’s demeaning. And humiliating. And it left me feeling as desired as a stale walnut.” She hated walnuts. Stale walnuts made her want to throw up.
“Christ, Lucy, believe me, it was never my intention to—”
She cut him off, not ready for him to have his say. Not yet. She had two days worth of pent-up frustration to blow off, and blow it off she would. Seb could just shut up and listen. “Know what else is demeaning and humiliating? When a man kisses your breasts. And your pussy. When he kisses every inch of your skin, even leaves his mark on your body—several times—but he doesn’t have the respect to kiss you on the lips. To touch his mouth to yours and make the whole encounter just the tiniest bit intimate. The tiniest bit personal.”
“Loo—”
“And you know what makes it even worse? Makes you feel even more stupid? When you love that man and he knows it. When you’ve poured out your heart and soul to that man, and instead of him returning those emotions, or standing by his assertions that he doesn’t feel the same, he rips the clothes from your body and puts his mouth and hands wherever he can, making you think he could love you, but then he rips your heart from your body when he leaves. Without kissing you. And without offering you the dignity of getting him off. And without bothering to contact you again after the fact.”
Her breath was coming in huge gasps, leaving her panting even more than she had during her run.
“But you wanna know what the stupidest, most humiliating part of all is? When that man is—”
This time Seb cut her off. Just sliced off her words in the most effective way possible. He grabbed her hand, hauled her into his arms and kissed her.
He molded his lips to hers, pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her until her toes curled and her body melted and she could do nothing more than kiss him back with every iota of passion and tenderness he kissed her with.
And he was tender.
God, was he tender. He stroked his tongue over hers, gently, softly, sweetly. Wrapped his arms around her, pulling her still damp body into the curve of his hard chest and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.
He kissed her while his semi-erect cock stiffened and grew against her belly, and he kissed her as he hauled her up into his arms and shuffled over to the couch, seating himself on the cushion and her on his lap.
He kissed her as he pulled her against him, breasts to chest, and he kissed her as her anger and frustration fizzled and evaporated on a puff of air.
He kissed her
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