Chapter 22

22 ADDICTED

ABBY

I’ve had sex. I just had sex with Seb. Oh, my god. Whatever is written in the books is true—the reactions of your body when you’re having orgasms. I can’t help but roll my eyes back, arch my back, my whole body shudders, my toes curl. I mean, it’s overwhelming and all that, but it feels like I’m in heaven—the best feeling in the world, especially when you did it with someone you trust. Or maybe it’s just the sexual tension between us that made sex phenomenal.

God, his little Seb is huge. I mean, I’ve never seen a penis before, but he’s gifted in that part. I can see why women are going gaga over him, and maybe because of his sexual experience.

“Baby, are you okay? You’ve never said a word.” He’s still on top of me with beads of sweat on his forehead.

“How can I say a word when I’m still having the mind-blowing orgasm?” I smile and lean forward to kiss his nose.

He grins. Jesus, I’m going to have another orgasm just to see his reaction. ”Mind-blowing, huh? Good to know.”

I roll my eyes. As if it wasn’t.

He kisses my lips, and I instantly kiss him back. He moans when I nip his lower lip. I don’t know I have this confidence in me for a first-timer, and I never had a panic attack while we’re in the middle of our lovemaking.

When he slides his tongue into my mouth, that’s the time I moan. I grab a handful of his hair and press my breasts against his chest. My nipples graze against his skin, and the friction sends electricity to all my nerve-endings. I run my fingers down his back, and I can feel him harden again. I start moving my hips into him and wrap my legs around his waist.

Seb groans to our mouths. He kisses my exposed skin and takes my breast to his mouth, sucks it, and bites my nipple, and he pays attention to the other. The feelings are so overwhelming, and I can’t hold on any longer, He thrusts so hard into me, pound harder, and I can’t help but meet his thrust.

“Oh.” I can’t form any words.

“I know. I know, baby. Come for me. Come with me.” He kisses me some more, sucks my earlobe, and my orgasm shocks me through. We came together. We’re both panting, and his breathing tickles my neck that making me giggle.

“Jesus, Abbygail. I can’t get enough of you. I’m so addicted to you,” He’s still catching his breath, his voice is huskier.

He presses his mouth to my forehead and kisses my eyes. “The gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.” He kisses my nose, my cheeks, my lips “These lips are the death of me.” Then he cups my breasts “These perfect tits are mine now including the sweet little pussy down there. Got it, Abbygail?”

Before I can answer my stomach growl. We both laugh at each other like a normal couple.

“God, that’s so embarrassing. Way to ruin my moments.” I’m red as a tomato right now.

“Our moments, Abby.” He kisses me again.

“Sebastian, stop kissing me, otherwise we’ll never get out of your bed. I have a flight to catch tomorrow.”

He stops midway and stares at me with his now gloomy expression. He swallows and manages to smile. I wish I can just control my mouth when I’m with him. This is just a one-time thing. Tomorrow, I’m back to my old life.

“I have a wife to feed. I don’t want a hungry woman in my home.” He gets up on top of me. The moment he left the bed, I feel cold and alone.

“Don’t move, baby. Just stay like that. I’ll be right back.”

He goes to his bathroom in naked glory with his still semi-erect manhood. Boy, he’s really beautiful. He comes back with a washcloth in his hand. He places the cloth just below my abdomen, and I close my thighs to cover my exposed part.

“Sebastian, what are you doing? I’m capable of doing that myself.” He looks surprised at my words. it just comes out strong. I’m ruining this.

“I know, baby. I just want to clean you up. You’d probably be sore. Can’t I at least clean my woman?” He spread my thighs wide open.

“Stop it, please? I’ll do it on my own.”

He looks so sad and defeated. Nobody cleans me down there. I’m not used to this. When he called me my woman, I remember my nightmare. I saw his face there sitting in front of me. That never happens in life. What if? God, that can never happen. It frightens me.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you first. I just—I just want to clean you up. That’s all.” God, he looks even sadder. I feel guilty for what I said.

“Please?” he looks at me, really looks at me.

I smile, then he smiles back at me. I spread my thighs, and he kneels and pats my inner thighs with the washcloth, down to my part, and wipes it slowly. This is so intimate, but I trust him.

“You bleed baby. I should’ve—”

I stop him. “You should have what? Stop? Stop blaming yourself, Sebastian. I’m the one who is forced to do it with me. It’s normal to bleed, and I may be sore, but it’s all worth it. Oh, shit, I mess up your bed. I’m sorry.” God, the bloodstain on his sheet is so visible. I’m so mortified.

“It’s just a sheet and a bed, Abby. You have no idea how lucky I am right now. You chose to sleep with me regardless of my track record. You said yourself that I’m a man-whore.”

“Are we back there again? I already apologized for that. I chose you because I want you, and we’re married. It’ll be cheating if I sleep around with another man.” He gives me a peck on my mouth and carries me.

“Let’s get you clean up.”

“I can walk, you know. Put me down, please?” He ignores my plea and carries me bridal style to his enormous bathroom.

“You’re so stubborn. I didn’t carry you like this after the wedding. Let me take care of my wife. You’re leaving tomorrow, Abby. At least, let me take care of you just for tonight, please?” All I do is nod. “Now get in the tub. The water is warm enough. Sorry, I don’t have a bubble bath.”

“Thank you. I would smell like you. Oh, god. The water feels good.” I grin at him.

“The invitation is quite convincing, but we might end up in bed again, and you’re hungry. I’ll fulfill my duty in bed for you later. Right now, I need to feed my woman. Don’t sleep in there, okay? Be right back.” That’s it, he left. I close my eyes and let the water calm my sore muscles after the best orgasms of my life. I hum some songs and lose track of time.

“Well, look who’s enjoying herself? Sorry to cut your bubble bath short. Food is ready.” He offers his huge robe. I secure and tied it well.

“Thanks. I’ll be right there.”

He peeks from the door of his bathroom. ”Abby, I place a shirt and boxers in the bed. Come down when you’re done, okay?”

“Thanks.”

I dress in his shirt and his boxers. I go down and find his large and furnished kitchen with copper-walled, dark-colored cabinets and cupboards, crystal worktop, wine climate, and remote control operating appliances.

“Hey. Come here. I don’t know what you like to eat, so I order some on the menu for us.”

I close our distance and kiss him on his lips.

“If you will keep doing that, I might not let you go. I want to have you all by myself.” He kisses my forehead and rubs my back.

“This isn’t some, Seb. These could feed the whole building.” We sit together on his crystal dining table in front of the whole bunch of food from steaks, baked potatoes, steamed broccoli, asparagus, salmon, green salad, freshly baked French bread, hummus dip with feta bread, fresh fruits, of course, red wine. There might be still dessert in there.

“Just eat what you can, baby. So, your dad mentions you enrolled for summer classes.” Did he talk to my dad? Of course, what else they might be talking about if not their business deal so-called Abbygail?

“I already enrolled online. That’s why I have to go back. What else you talked about with dad?” My voice comes out a little harsh.

“Nothing. I just asked him if he could cancel your flight or maybe move a few days further.”

“I can’t do that, Sebastian. I have already classes on Monday.”

“So, that’s all?” There’s a hint of dismay in his voice, but I have to face the fact that this has an expiration date. And it’s better to be over soon that I will break my heart in the end.

“I have to go back. That’s all.”

“If that’s what you want, Abbygail.”

“We can still talk over the phone if you’d like.”

“No, thanks.”

I just look at him so shocked. I feel hurt. I can’t anymore swallow the delicious food on my plate. It suddenly tastes like cardboard.

“I want more than one night with you, Abby, but I take what you can give.”

I hold my breath, then release. I should be strong. I have plans, and I have to keep it that way. What if he’s over with me and I still want more?

“And that’s all I can give. How are we going to make it work when we’re living hundreds of miles away? It’s just sex, Sebastian. We’ll probably get over it. You can have every woman you want who is far more experienced than me.”

“Is that what it is? Just sex? So are you gonna sleep with another man when you’ll there? Okay. I made a mistake in telling you that I prefer a well-experienced woman in bed. I was just mad at you. You said something as if I’m infected with disgusting diseases. I apologize, Abbygail. I’m just a human being. Before I met you, I have no intention of getting a wife or dating someone. That’s what you know something about me, and that’s true. Let just forget what happened in my office that day.”

“We’ll see what would happen to us when we’re not together. We can figure this out.”

“Whatever you want, Abbygail.”

We pretend the confrontation never happened. He shows me his penthouse, including the floor wine cellar he’d promise to show me.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks me, looking so affected by our last conversation.

“Nope. I want to watch you naked in bed right now.” He yanks me up from the floor and carries me up to his bedroom. We made love over and over again.

“It’s my time to return the favor, handsome.” I follow him from bed to his huge shower room.

“And how are you going to do that, beautiful?” He smirks. God, how can I forget what happened tonight?

“Watch this.” The warm water relaxes my body. I kneel in front of him, grab the base of his cock, and look at him. “Tell me if I do it correctly.” I wink, and the surprised look on his face is priceless. I lick him from the base to the head of his cock, and he groans.

“Baby, you don’t—” He presses his lips together.

“I want to do it. Now just shut up. Wanna watch me? Is this how you want me to shut up that day?

He shakes his head, amused. “I don’t mean—”

I shove him inside my mouth and twirl my tongue around him, and he quickly becomes hard as a rock and makes it easy for me to suck him. He throws his head back and pants a few times. Then he grabs and grips my hair, pushing me to take more of him, and I suck a little harder. I can taste his precum in my mouth. I grip his gorgeous ass and cup his balls, and he rewards me with his groans and blurts something I can’t understand.

“God, Abby. It feels so good. Your mouth made for my cock, baby. I’m not gonna last long.”

I  suck him more and stroke him faster and deeper until it reaches the back of my throat. I can feel him thicken, and I know he won’t last long.

“Fuck, Abby. You look so fucking hot down there. Fuck. God, I’m coming, baby. Stop it now.” He tugs me off, but I keep on pumping his cock into my mouth until he comes undone. Warm of his release flooded my mouth, and I swallow them all. I release him from my mouth and lick my lips dry. I look up to him. He braces his left hand to the wall. With their eyes shut, he’s biting his lower lip.

“Did my mouth have a good use now?”

He chuckles. ”Jesus Abby. I know that you’re the death of me. Come here, baby.” I hug him and feel his body naked in the shower. He kisses me hard and wet, and he’s hard once again. We fuck again against the shower wall.

We end up in bed, cuddling, spooning, and talking until we play a game. Who gets the wrong answer gets a hickey. I get a lot of correct answers, and he ends up with a lot of hickeys. I give the most visible hickey on his neck, and he gives me two just above my breasts, on my hip, and my inner thigh.

“Get some sleep, baby. I don’t know if you can walk tomorrow.” He runs his fingers on my back, and it feels good.

“‘Good night.” I kiss his lips.

“Night, my love.”