#intimate conversations

"Looks like you could use a hand to take care of that, Seb."

There was no way Stella had heard that.

It had to be the foggy lust haze blurring sounds in her ears. But Jenson was most certainly shifting closer to Sebastian and reaching out, slowly enough that they could tell exactly what he was about to do.

Sebastian had frozen on his tracks, half sitting with a leg tucked under him, fleshy inner thigh fully laid out.

He made no move to stop Jenson.

Hyperaware, Stella followed how lube slicked fingers wrapped around her boyfriend's cock and slid along the shaft. Sebastian, too, watched, eyes wide like saucers, as the head appeared and disappeared from the inside of his closed fist. Jenson's fingers brushed under his balls and Sebastian inhaled sharply. His body stirred, of course, reacting to the stimulus.

"Is it alright like this?" Jenson whispered.

Stella was holding her breath. Sebastian lifted his chin, blinking in that slow manner of his. "I-I don't know what to tell you, man."

"Do you want me to stop?" And he followed that by thumbing the slit with particular care.

Sebastian's mouth formed a perfect "o", filled with pleasure. "Yes," he swallowed. "No. I-I don't know." At his side, the sheet was bunched up in his fist and he squirmed a little on the spot, as if he didn't know what to do with his legs. Jenson was grinning. "Maybe keep going. Keep going... you're not so bad at it," he added.

"Naturally talented is what they call it, mate," he teased. His grip seemed firmer, as he flicked his wrist, and the skin on skin sounds hit louder than they perhaps normally would. It was deliciously tantalising and Stella didn't trust herself to even wonder where that might lead. "Tell me how you like it, c'mon."

"I didn't expect I'd be needing to explain that to you," he breathed. He was nibbling on his bottom lip now.

Jenson released him - Sebastian's brow furrowing with clear disappointment - and his seductive eyes darted meaningfully to his own lap. "What if I told you I'd love it if you showed me?"

The two men were close enough that Jenson was within reach from his right hand. It was a challenge.

One that Sebastian would not turn down.

Sure enough, a few expectant moments later the German slowly made a move. It was such a striking image, seeing him stroking another man's cock. His hand seemed smaller, there was a degree of uncertainty, it was all so very different compared to how it went when he touched himself.

Tip of his tongue sticking out, Sebastian tilted his head to the side as he got accustomed to the sensation of pleasuring someone else that way, gradually displaying more confidence.

Stretching out their legs to sit more comfortably, they applied some lube at Jenson's suggestion before carrying on in a mutual exchange. Stella was gifted with a front row view to it all.

"You're telling me you've never done this, Seb?" Jenson sounded slightly breathless.

The reply came as a simple shake of head, Sebastian mouthing "no".

"With none of your karting buddies in a locker room? When you were the last ones around?"

"I don't know what it was like for you," he scoffed, "but everyone was always bigger and older than me. The kids, the sponsors..."

"I suppose it's never too late, is it?"

Sebastian appeared fascinated, watching as they wanked each other, his right arm and Jenson's left crossed over each other's laps. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, pretty much mirroring each other.

Stella giggled. "I think I found the next OnlyFans stars."

A small smile pulled at the corner of Sebastian's mouth; Jenson winked at her. "Oh, yeah? Why don't you come over here so you can get your share?"

She had no interest in changing the dynamics yet.

Sebastian shot a loaded glance at his fellow driver and Stella sensed something changing.

"Jenson, is it okay if I give you a blowjob?"

The blond's head snapped up. Sebastian was staring at him in a disarmed manner as if he had just offered him a lift to the circuit.

"D-did I hear that right? You're offering to- you want to suck me off?"

Sebastian went redder, a mix of coyness and naughtiness on the lopsided grin that formed. "Why not?" He glanced at Stella, then shrugged and withdrew from Jenson's lap. "I never tried it. And I mean, since we're here now. Obviously, if you don't mind. But I don't think you do."

"Oh, wow." Jenson was floored but the dark pupils did not conceal his primal reaction. "As if I'd ever say no to that. I think you're trying to kill me."

"No, not really, I hope I'm not that bad!" He joked. "So how do you wanna do this, how should we...?" And he gesticulated to the general area of the bed.

Moving aside immediately, Stella made room for Jenson, the British driver preparing to recline against the headboard, fluffing a pillow to stuff behind his back. Sebastian searched for Stella's hand, giving it a squeeze, and placed a kiss on her lips. He seemed a little anxious all of a sudden.

"What if I like it?"

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."

She sat comfortably beside Jenson, the temperature in the room rising steeply at the mere sight of Sebastian crawling all the way up from the end of the bed and then above him. Sitting on his heels for a moment, their limbs entwined, he focused on the generous erection resting on Jenson's belly as if he was assessing the task.

Without any warning, he grabbed him at the base and experimentally licked him up like an ice cream. Jenson responded with a mighty shudder and Stella heard him curse under his breath.

Sitting back up, Sebastian winced and cleared his throat. Stella immediately pipped in, "You get used to the taste."

"Right." He tucked the unruly locks of wavy hair behind his ears and grinned. "Any tips?"

"You know the drill," Jenson folded his tattooed arm under his head and spread wider on the mattress, making himself more accessible. "It can't really go wrong. Just do what feels good when you're on the receiving end, let's put it like that."

"Really careful with your teeth," Stella added, caressing his arm encouragingly. "And don't get too excited, don't take more than you think you can."

"Small mistake, big consequences, I get it." The permanent blush that had set on his cheeks made him incredibly boyish; the combination with his bright eyes was irresistible. "Maybe I should practise first. You have a banana? No?" He shook his head, amusing himself.

"You can practise all you want on me, Seb, I promise."

"Okay, no fruit. Just fruity." Sebastian leaned forward again, this time bracing himself on one elbow. Jenson twitched when he rested a hand on his hipbone. "Where the hell did you pull this from? Fuck, it's so big."

His tongue darted out. Slowly, it flattened over the tip, licking once. He wetted his lips then swirled his tongue around the head; and then he moved down to take him in his mouth. Stella watched the way his cheeks hollowed when he sucked. Jenson hissed, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" She asked Sebastian.

He drew back. "Yeah. Bit weird but I'm still drunk enough," he chuckled.

"Don't worry, just keep going..." Jenson gasped when he resumed. "A four time Formula 1 champion sucking my dick. God, in my wildest dreams. In my wildest dreams..."

Sebastian was giving it his full, undivided attention, just as he did with everything else in his life. With his lips stretched around the full width of Jenson's cock, his mouth glided up and down over the wetness, hand rubbing what he couldn't reach, ridiculous eyelashes laid against his cheeks. He looked up at Jenson to check his responses, a wisp of curly hair fallen in front of his eyes.

Watching her boyfriend staring squarely at another man while sucking him diligently might rank as the hottest thing Stella had ever witnessed in her entire life.

"Enjoying myself loads, Seb." Jenson's voice had mellowed into a lazy, sultry drawl and he massaged his shoulder fondly. "You look incredible doing this. Do you mind if I-" And he placed a hand on top of his head. There was no protest. "I refuse to believe this is your first time. I absolutely refuse to believe it. Stella, your boyfriend is a natural at giving head. You must know this." Sebastian averted his gaze and his ears were turning crimson.

"Of course he is, he's amazing in bed." Filled with silly pride, she snuggled to him and rubbed his back in appreciation. "He's good at everything."

She saw him swallowing and Jenson released a louder groan. "Oh, fuck, yes...oh, fuck, I'm gonna come so quick."

Jenson cupped the back of Sebastian's head and, together with Stella, stroked his shoulders, down his backside and thighs, everywhere they could reach. Stella pressed her thumbs to the dimples on the small of his back and proceeded to run her tongue up the deep ridge of his spine.

There was no denying it, he was definitely aroused.

"Don't worry, I'll help you feel good, love."

She grabbed him between his legs and he immediately moaned around Jenson. He was hard as a rock.

"Tell me what he's like, Stella." And she could hear Sebastian breathing harder. "How much have you really done?"

Pulling out and wiping at his mouth, Sebastian braced himself on both arms. "Just because I'm blowing you it doesn't mean you get to know everything."

"Oh, lord..." Jenson jerked, his nails digging on Sebastian's shoulder blade when he lowered his head and continued sucking him. "You love this, don't you? C'mon, don't think I can't tell. Don't think I didn't notice how much you liked what she did to you either. Before, when we were on the couch." There was a gagging noise from Sebastian and Jenson's muscles tightened up, his face contorting sharply. He was quickly pushing at the German's shoulder now. "Wait, wait. Stop for a moment. Please. Seb, you have to stop now."

A little dazed, Sebastian sat back up while Jenson removed himself from under him. He was all puffy and glossy pink lips and seemed confused at whether he'd done something very good or very bad. Stella decided clarifications were a waste of time and simply swerved his face towards hers. He returned the kiss with hunger and they were cupping each other's faces in an instant, his fingers knotting in her hair tightly.

She dipped her face to his collarbone to cover him in kisses, running her tongue along the dips and hollows and shapes of his upper body, sucking and nipping as she went along, aching for the taste of the sweat on his skin and the coarse texture of his chest hair on her face. Her hands ran up and down his torso and cupped his toned pectoral muscles. He always felt incredible under her touch, so strong yet vulnerable. He gasped against the side of her head when she tweaked his nipples.

The snap of a condom was followed by Jenson moving around on the mattress. He settled behind Sebastian, who quickly glanced one side to another before relaxing at his proximity. Nuzzling the side of his neck, he slid a hand around the German's waist to his front. Stella caught on to it and guided him down.

Sebastian surfaced from her kiss and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck..." His voice sounded thicker, swamped in arousal. The moonlight coming in through the window pane fell on his eyes and eyelashes from the side in a flattering angle and the golden hairs on his stubble shone bright.

They wanked him together. Facing up, chest heaving with shallow pants, Sebastian seemed completely undone and she stroked his damp hair back, away from his forehead.

"Jenson," he called out.

"I'm here, tell me... tell me what you need."

Stella saw Jenson's buttocks contracting when he tilted forward in a fluid hip swivel. Sebastian's head lolled back to land on Jenson's shoulder, their host wrapping his free arm around his slim waist.

"Jenson... I need to think about that first, I'm sorry."

"I wasn't going to, I swear," he chuckled. "Certainly never without asking!"

"I know you weren't. I'm just saying in advance, I don't think I'm ready for more." Sebastian gazed up at Jenson. "But you can go back to what you were doing. It felt good."

Jenson's grin was feral and there was another roll of hips. "Is that so?"

"Oh..."

It was a mix of a chuckle and a breathy moan and his arm shot around Jenson's neck. Upright on his knees, back bowed in a perfect curve, thighs flexed and his cock proud and erect in Jenson's hand, he pushed back into the other man's crotch.

The bed was dipping where their knees were set wide apart for balance, the two nestled tightly and grinding together. That was when Stella had a glimpse of it - the tip of Jenson's cock peeking, snug in the middle of her boyfriend's pert buttocks.

She completely missed entirely what Jenson was whispering but Sebastian's fingers at the back of his head were desperate to grasp at something. Cupping the side of his face, Jenson pressed his lips on the corner of his mouth. Heads tilted, they drew closer.

It was clumsy. All tongue and teeth between harsh breaths and noses bumping, Jenson's palms splayed open over Sebastian's thighs, stroking him languorously as they kissed.

The air was saturated with sweat and humidity, the smell of torrid heat and sex everywhere. It dawned on Stella that she had retreated from the action entirely and she didn't care. She was mesmerised, committed to etch every second into her brain.

"Suck", Jenson instructed.

He had cupped Sebastian's jaw and his thumb had slipped in by the corner of his mouth. Blindly, Sebastian only closed his lips around his finger under the scorching gaze from Jenson. A drop of sweat ran down the Brit's sideburn.

"You make me wanna come all over you." Jenson growled, returning to his groin and teasing him with his fingertips. "Do you know... everytime we sprayed champagne on each other on the fucking podium, right there in front of everyone... I had this insane fantasy of locking you somewhere with me?"

Sebastian's eyes squeezed shut. "It's just... adrenaline."

"That's what you tell yourself?"

Sebastian grunted and Jenson shifted, as if looking for a different angle. They dropped forward on all fours on the bed.

"Like this?"

"Yeah...yeah..." Head bowed as Jenson humped him and wanked him with fast strokes at the same time, his body was taut as a wire.

"I'd be on my knees for you, Seb, anytime you wanted. Anywhere. You just had to ask."

His eyes were crinkled, his mouth wide open and gasping. His hand covered Jenson's.

"Why didn't you?"

His face scrunched up; Jenson growled into the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

One after the other they came, their joined hands dirty with pearly white fluid.

They collapsed on the bed next to each other.

***

Monte Carlo's old school glamour was special, Stella contemplated as she took another drag of her cigarette. There was some traffic noise in the distance, scattered voices, music travelling swiftly over the water and floating from various directions. Still riding the heatwave from their evening, she noted how the night too was warmer than usual for the season.

She heard the boys' voices at low volume when she left the bathroom earlier; they had a bottle of Johny Walker with them. She forced herself to leave the pair on their own and returned to the living room to pluck a much needed cigarette from her bag. She had an inkling they had some catching up to do.

Everything felt out of kilter, somehow.

It would happen sometimes, after such nights. And the previous couple of hours did feel as if she'd been high, chemicals pumping through her veins. The crash wasn't so bad as others she'd experienced in the past but this particular aftertaste represented a strange twist.

"Hey."

Equally stark naked, Sebastian rested his elbows on the balcony's balustrade by her side. She stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray she'd stolen from the table.

A finger poked her in the ribs and she bowed her head with a smile, pulling her long hair over one shoulder, before eyeing him from the side. He was already awaiting her gaze, with a smile of his own. They chuckled at the same time.

"You okay?" She cosied up to him and his arm wrapped around her. A kiss on the top of her head brought a contented sigh.

"That was wild."

"You didn't actually believe you'd be watching from the sidelines all night, alone?" She snorted. "I know you better than that, love."

"No, but I-I didn't think it would get... that far. You get carried away."

She muffled another giggle against his collarbone. "Nothing wrong with that."

"Hmm."

"Oh. You're full of regrets already."

"No. Did you have fun?" He asked and she nodded emphatically, grinning at him. "Got what you wanted?"

"Way more than I expected." She dropped a butterfly kiss on his shoulder and he rubbed her arm. She sighed, playing with her fingernails. "I think- remember what you said about keeping some things to us?" She felt him nodding. "I think that... I mean, this is great. Doing all this. It's insane, it's so fucking good. And then there's that insane afterglow and it hits you strong. Yeah. And I... it's odd but, now it also feels-"

Stella didn't know how to explain this foreign emotion. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. She was full and empty; satisfied yet wanting more; feeling luckier than ever and deeply relieved Jenson was happily married.

"Yeah. A bit weird, no?" He supplied, softly.

"Yeah."

The lights at the port flickered. Parties hosted at yachts would be in full swing, clubs were packed. All because of the famous race that took over the principality every year without fail.

"I don't regret this at all," Sebastian stated. "I tried something new, I'm happy that I did it and I wanna do more of that. Not necessarily this, you know," he chuckled, gesturing in a circle as if to encompass them and the house. "I'm not so sure this is something I wanna repeat in the future. But there are many, many other things in life I want to try and find out. Stella, I-" he sighed. "I haven't decided about next season. There's so much I want to do. I want to be there for my kids. I want to be there for you. I don't want you to be the one flying across the world all the time to be with us and I don't want you to sacrifice your career and your dreams so that we can be together. You deserve to have your life too."

She took a deep breath. "No. Sebastian. No. I stand by what I said before. And the time before that. Your choice cannot be based on what you think I need."

"It doesn't work like that. You deserve someone who gives you their time and attention."

"You already do that," she turned in his arms to face him. "I'm with you because I love you, just the way you are. No one else in this world could possibly give me more so stop creating other narratives. Do what makes you happier. You only get one life and racing is something you can only do now. What makes you happy, makes me happy."

"Aww." There was a tender smile playing on his lips and he ran a finger down her nose. "I know. And I love you for that. Which is why I don't want to make the same mistakes."

Her throat turned very dry and she couldn't find fitting words to reply to that.

"Now I'm all sad again that I won't see you for a month," he added, before pulling her in a hug.

To that she could relate. They believed at some point that saying goodbye would become easier, simply because it would be routine and they would get used to it; on the contrary, it seemed to become harder every time.

"Jenson said we're welcome to stay, we can take one of the guest rooms," he said in her ear.

"You wanna stay?"

"As you prefer." A pause. "How awkward would it be tomorrow?"

"For me? Not much." She let out a laugh and he retaliated with a pinch on her side, making her yelp. "He was so nice. A lot of blokes like him are absolute arseholes in bed, but he was not." Sebastian replied with a non-committal hum. "Did you have a nice chat?" She scratched at the centre of his chest with a fingernail and he turned bright red. "Okay, I swear I'll stop teasing. At some point. And, for the record, you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with."

"Ah but that's silly, how can I not be comfortable with you?"

"Maybe you need to work it out in your head first."

He blinked, as if the idea hadn't occurred to him.

"Let's go back in," she grabbed the ashtray. "Fuck this, I need to stop smoking." She was walking away from the balustrade but Sebastian held her back by her hand.

"Was he better?"

It caught her off guard. Could be a joke but she wasn't sure. She replied with an eyeroll. "Please, as if you don't know the answer to that."

A big grin and he pushed himself from the wall. He spooned her and whispered in her ear, "I agree."

He kissed her cheek and they went back in, sliding the balcony door closed behind them.

She didn't know what time it was. 

The warmth and comfort emanating from the soft weight of the bedclothes made it very hard to care. Chin tucked under the sheet, Stella stayed in that slumber with her eyes closed, only the twittering of the birds outside keeping her company. Bruno barked in the distance, probably rowing with one of the neighbouring cats again.

Everything was still nebulous and each step unsteady when she padded over to the ensuite bathroom, more out of necessity than will. 

She brushed her teeth and wiped her mouth with the towel, and leaned towards the mirror. Inspecting her forehead, she half expected to find another pimple or two, after all the chocolate that she'd been consuming. 

Her lips were puffy from sleep. 

She tossed her long locks to one side and fluffed her hair up a little. 

With her hands on the edge of the sink, Stella rotated her upper body to one side and then the other, following her reflection in the mirror. She lifted her top a bit, until it showed her abs.

Her eyes roamed below, down to her stomach and her navel, to the baby blue cotton knickers. She stuck her arse out, in a more provocative pose. The matching white top was thin, verging on see through, and she could spot the darker shadows from where her nipples pushed upward under the fabric. Cupping her own breasts absentmindedly, she fondled herself; let her fingertips roll over her nipples almost of their own accord. Her libido had been insane the past week. The mind drifted, heat gathered below; a familiar tingling grew. 

Stella was so used to the inevitable pang of frustration, of having to count with herself only and maybe an accessory or two for some relief, that it took a moment to register that this time she wasn’t on her own. 

Walking out of the ensuite, she ventured downstairs. Sunlight entered through the kitchen windows above the sink. It was cosy and everything was spotless. 

"Morning," Sebastian said, raising his eyes from his phone screen, from where he sat at the kitchen island. The warm smile he greeted her with hit like velvety hot cocoa. 

She realised her mouth had parted to speak but nothing came out. He looked so good in those comfy grey sweatpants and navy t-shirt…  Her jaw slackened as she openly admired his body, head tipped against the foyer wall with her thighs squeezed together. He returned the appraisal, gaze running over her figure, and that alone was making her pulse quicken. 

Leaving his half empty porridge bowl and morning tea behind, Sebastian slid down from the stool, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

But Stella was too taken by the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest and the sweatpants clung to his thighs. His hair framed his face beautifully, the longer strands curling delicately at the nape of his neck and around his ears.

He drew closer and she was enveloped by his fresh scent when he took her by the waist and gently pressed her back against the wall. The tip of his pink tongue came out to moisten the most luscious pair of lips a man could own, as he pinned her on the spot with a piercing gaze. He caressed her hair and tucked a lock behind her ear. There was nothing Stella could do, waiting with bated breath. The temperature in the foyer shot up when he closed the gap between them.

He kissed her. 

Gentle but firm, he opened her mouth and tipped her head back and suddenly oxygen was sucked out of the space and the air turned thicker with humidity. She felt lightheaded, her knees trembling with the buzz coursing through her body. 

Sebastian pulled his blue t-shirt through his head and tossed it on the floor. Stella’s heart rate increased at the sight of his muscles flexing, of his small, perky nipples, his sweatpants so low on his hips that his v lines were exposed; at the fine dark hair trailing down from his navel and leading below, under his bottoms. She craved his burning touch, his hot breath against her skin, his skilled mouth all over her body. Meeting his gaze, Stella was instantly drawn to the way he looked down at her with parted lips and heavy lidded eyes. The air was saturated with lust and she desperately wanted to be pushed harder against the wall, to nibble on that fleshy bottom lip. But she couldn't find the strength to move, trapped under some kind of potent erotic spell. 

Sebastian was in no rush. Reaching for her breasts with both hands, over her shirt, he mimicked her own actions from earlier in front of the mirror with a little knowing smirk until he grabbed the edge of her top and dragged it up, Stella automatically lifting her arms. It tangled in her hair for a short moment but they pulled it off together. Relishing the way his bare chest pressed against her breasts, she let Sebastian claim her mouth again in a passionate, rougher kiss, using his teeth. 

"I want you so badly…" she whispered in between kisses.

Grabbing her arse with firm hands, he pressed his mouth to her ear. "Say it again…" Her knickers slipped into the middle of her cheeks with his squeezing. "You're making me crazy, say it again…"

She replied with a pitiful moan. "I want you…I already woke up wanting you so much…"

He lifted her up and sat her on the console in the foyer. Eyes locked with hers, he crouched between her legs and pulled her knees over his shoulders. Panting, Stella held on to his hair. He pushed his face into her front, over the underwear. 

“Oh, my god,” she gasped, curling her fingers tighter around his hair. She planted her feet on his back and desperately pulled his head into her. His arms hugged her thighs and he glanced up from between her legs, only his eyes visible, his nose jabbing at her. His tongue traced an upwards path over the cotton underwear and she bit her lip, feeling slightly maniac as a grin spread on her face.

“Oh, my- Seb,” she giggled, bucking against him. 

Suddenly, his arm reached out to the side and he jerked away from her, a simultaneous loud bang on the floor echoing in the hallway. 

"Noo, don't go…"

“Shit,” he said, with a light tone of amusement. 

He placed on the console the candle he had managed to stop from falling, staring at the candle holder on the floor before picking it up and putting both where they belonged, by Stella's side.

Sebastian was now on his feet, hands on his hips. She could imagine the debauched sight she was gifting him with - perched on the edge of a piece of furniture, legs crossed protecting very little of her modesty when she wore nothing but a pair of knickers and a silly smile. She could tell his sweatpants had dropped lower, the black band of his boxers visible.

“Best to move to the bedroom, no?” He suggested, pulling her into his arms. "Can't have nice things here without collateral damage."

"I'll go anywhere you take me. The floor works, too," and she wrapped her legs around his waist while he chuckled. 

With legs like shaking leaves, Stella wasn't sure she could stand on her feet unaided, let alone climb a flight of stairs. He carried her upstairs and gently lowered her on the bed. The sheets hadn't turned cold yet.

On her back immediately with her knees up, Stella stroked herself, languid, while he got undressed. She watched as he padded to the bed, enjoying the view of his fit, nude body as he calmly approached. Climbing on the bed, he lay on his side next to her and slid an arm under her head, propping her up and embracing her. They shared long, lavish kisses that consumed all existing coherency and seemed to arouse every single cell in her body on their own. He didn’t say anything and neither did Stella and it was fine for her because they talked often but it was rarer to enjoy each other properly like this.

His fingers skimmed above her stomach, the tattoo on her ribcage, her abdomen, caressing her with butterfly touches. Her body bowed and contorted in response, seeking his featherlight touch as if he was playing her, goosebumps breaking out all over her skin. 

"Touch me, why don't you touch me," she whispered.

"Easy. We're getting there…" 

His hand finally slid down between her legs. She was hot and sweaty, incredibly aroused and there was no mistaking the wet patch on her knickers, which brought a sound of approval from him. A gentle finger running up and down was all she felt at first, then it started moving in circles. Stella exhaled loud and grabbed at the back of his neck, spreading her legs wider to give him better access although it was hardly necessary.

"More… I need more…"

He toyed with her underwear for a little while, pulling on it and offering delicious friction, and only then, maddeningly slowly, did he peel it off. 

"This?" He murmured.

A shudder travelled up her spine and she moaned when he used his thumb directly on her clit. Her ribcage was rising and falling faster, her hips thrusting up into the fingers that were caressing her so attentively. It was all shallow, teasing grazes which left her throbbing and featherlight touches along her inner thighs, her skin burning in their wake. Driven into a blurry sensuous haze, Stella was weak, turning into liquid. 

"Ah, ah, ah…" Sebastian held her wrist down on the bed when her own hand slid down to pleasure herself. 

“Please…” she begged.

The pads of two fingers slid along her slit again and this time they probed and dipped between her folds properly. Soaked in the wetness, he smeared it all over her, focusing on her most sensitive spots. 

“Yes…yes, please…” she breathed. "More, please…"

He inched down on the bed until he was level with her chest, her hand resting atop of his head. He licked across her breast, moving his open mouth over it.

"Stella," he called.

She opened her eyes, lip caught between her teeth, and looked down at him. He tongued her nipple slowly, locking eyes with hers and making her watch. Her nubs were so hard it hurt . He planted kiss after kiss, sucking, while stroking her faster below. Maintaining the rhythm, precise in his motions, knowing every centimeter of the most intimate corners and turns of her body. Her orgasm rose quicker than she anticipated. 

"Please…please, Seb… Seb… "

Stella tossed her head one side to another on the bed, her body taut, and she let out a desperate moan when it hit. Biting her lip hard to swallow a number of obscenities, she nearly kicked him, squeezing her eyes shut, overwhelmed by ripples of pleasure and relief. 

His hand rested on the inside of her knee, holding her open in the same position, while he left small, soothing kisses on her stomach. 

"You're beautiful, butterfly…you're so beautiful."

Stella was still panting and writhing, the only sound in the otherwise silent bedroom. Then Sebastian moved over the sheets and his fingers started crawling to her groin. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck …" she breathed. 

It was when he moved up to lie alongside Stella, face level with her, that she realised how hard he was. He buried his nose below her jawline, inhaling, and then pressed his mouth against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Below, he pressed down on her clit and her whole body spasmed and jerked as if short circuiting, overly sensitive from the previous orgasm.

She squeezed his hand in the middle of her thighs while Sebastian snickered against the side of her neck. "You cheeky fucker, I hate you…"

“You love me. And the things I do to you.” 

His fingers were cold and wet when he grabbed her trembling hand and used it to push her legs apart for him again. 

He dropped kisses all over her face, on her cheeks, on her nose, until his mouth returned to hers, his tongue demanding control. Bracing himself on his elbow, he stroked her hair softly, and she could only arch her back from the bed when he pushed one finger inside her and then another. He started stimulating her again, mindful not to overdo it, and shooting sparks to every extremity of her body, the intensity tenfold. She pushed her arm around his back, holding on to him as she squirmed in pleasure under him. He captured every gasp and groan in his mouth. 

"Oh my god, oh god…ugh, mmm!"