Viola held her breath, her skin buzzing with anticipation. She wanted to feel the moist warmth of his tongue on her breast again, but his lips pulled away.

His hand pressed a demanding pressure at the back of her neck and she obeyed it’s unspoken command, turning her mouth back to his.

But this time his kiss was as light as a moth’s wing, more like a breath than an actual touch of lips. But it made shivers ride outward from every pore of her body. His caresses were loving, gentle, as he took a nipple, hard and expectant, between his thumb and the edge of his palm, squeezing it gently until she sighed against his lips.

His hands moved over her shoulders and her lounge bra fell onto his lap. First, she felt the warm fingers of night air ripple over her skin, then his warm, hard fingers followed.

When his hand at last cupped her bare breast, she laid her forehead against his chin, lost in the magic of his touch. He brushed the taut nipple with the backs of his fingers while her wrists went limp, hanging across his shoulders.

Lost in the feeling, she instinctively pulled back just enough to make room for him to explore further.

Finding her other breast as aroused as the first, her nipples firm and inviting, he made a satisfied sound in his throat. "They’re so hard," he said thickly.

She murmured somethimg wordless, lost in the pleasure, wishing this could last forever. It felt like she was floating above herself, looking down at a strange, lucky woman being pleasured by her man.

She had never imagined people talking when they did things like this, but his calm, gentle voice loosened the grip of her inhibitions and she found the word to honestly reply, "Sometimes all I have to do is think of you and they get that way."

He chuckled softly against her neck, but it was all he could do to keep himself from tumbling her backward and delving into her, deep and hard right now. He felt like he would burst from his skin!

He wanted to taste her, smell her, hear her whimper, feel her flesh surround his. But he restrained himself, knowing it was best to make it last long and good for both of them.

He plied her with more kisses, running a hand up her back, then low along her spine. His fingers slid to her waist and pulled her bare hip up hard against the erect evidence of his desire.

He placed one hand on her stomach and the other at the base of her spine, then eased her back with him, holding her steady between his hands. His large palm swallowed up her breast as he drew her down with him onto the soft rumpled sheets.

She fell on his hard chest, but he rolled her onto her back, dipping his head down to kiss her shoulder, her collarbone, then the warm swell of skin below it.

She felt his soft lips and pictured it so clearly, his hot, wet tongue sliding closer and closer to her nipple. When it finally reached her, stroking the stiff little peak, she gasped, arched her back, and blindly grabbed for his hair.

He tugged and sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure rippling outward and downward from her nipple, teaching her skin to crave the warm, damp heat of his mouth.

He left one nipple wet and glistening. She shivered as he moved to the other, her palm gently guiding his jaw. The moment his hungry mouth claimed her breast, all her long-dormant senses flared awake, flooding downward in a hot, liquid rush down her thighs.

Her nipples throbbed with a sweet ache, begging for more, but he stretched out beside her, propping his head on one bent arm, and began teasing her breast with a single playful fingertip.

Goose bumps erupted all over her body.

"I want to touch you all over," he said.

But then he pulled his touch away completely, leaving her aching with greedy longing. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes for a long, charged moment, neither speaking, neither moving. Her lips parted as her breath quickened. She subtly arched toward him, wanting for him to make true of his words of touching her, but he didn’t.

His hand rested lazily at his hip before he slowly lifted it. He watched with satisfaction as her eyelids fluttered and widened the moment his fingertip made contact with her stomach. With deliberate, possessive strokes, he traced lazy spirals and vine-like patterns around her navel, up along her ribs, circling her nipples, then continued upward until he reached her throat.

Then, still using just that single fingertip, he dragged it downward with slow pressure. He traced the fine trail of hairs along her lower belly, following the natural line as it narrowed into a bold arrow pointing straight to her slick, throbbing entrance that begged desperately for him.

He pressed her stomach, letting his fingertips trail towards her cunt, lingering there while she lay with the breath caught in her pleasured throat. But as his fingers moved lower she recoiled, instinctively protecting herself against the intrusion.

Realizing what she had done, Viola felt awkward and ridiculous for covering herself like that. A sudden, inexplicable fear gripped her. Surely he would be disgusted now, think her childish and immature, and realize he had been wasting his time with her.

But instead, he whispered near her ear, "It’s all right, Amor, it’s all right." He looped an arm loosely around her waist and kissed her again, exploring her back, shoulders, and the firm rises at the base of her spine.

He lifted his head, looking down into her face. "Have you changed your mind?" he whispered, husky and strained.

Her wide, uncertain blue eyes looked up at him, but she could not speak but she softly shook her head. Sensing her last-minute fear, he soothed her with whispered words, running the backs of his knuckles down her shoulder and around the outer perimeter of a breast.

"Your skin, Viola, I never felt such skin. It’s like warm custard pudding... smooth... and soft... and sweet."

And as if to prove it, he leaned to take a taste, just inside her elbow where the soft pulse throbbed. He took the velvety skin gently between his teeth, tugging at it tenderly, then buried his face in the hollow of her abdomen. Her spine went taut, so he eased up to whisper into her mouth, "Don’t be afraid."

Then his big, warm hand slid downward with slow, insistent possession, his rough palm dragging over her soft skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in a sharp breath, and held it, her pulse thundering in her ears as she imagined those thick, strong fingers sliding over her clit. She whimpered.

"Fuck, Viola," he growled against her ear, his voice low and hungry, "you’re so wet for me already."

His fingertips teased along her slick folds, parting her swollen lips before one thick finger pushed inside her in one smooth, deep stroke. The stretch was delicious, the heat of his skin searing against her sensitive walls as he curled his finger and groaned.

She was sweetly swollen and wholly aroused, all sleek, wet satin. He braced up on an elbow, the better to see her. He could smell her arousal strong in the air but along with it was her deep nervousness, and so he wanted to go as slow and careful as possible so he wouldn’t scare her. His beautiful little hellcat, who had given herself to him.

He moved his finger in and slowly out, watching her face all the while, the eyelids that trembled, the lips that fell open, the cheeks that grew pink by the second. She arched and gasped at what was happening within her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, stroking.

He worked her with confident, wicked knowledge, fully aware of how ripe and desperate she was for him. He teased her and stroked deep inside her slick heat until she bit down hard on her lower lip, a broken whimper escaping her throat. Lost in pleasure, she flung one arm over her head, hiding her eyes behind her elbow as her hips bucked helplessly against his hand.

"That’s it, baby," he growled, voice rough with lust. "Let me feel how bad you need this."

His finger moved faster, pumping deeper, and he added a second thick finger, stretching her wider as her wet core clenched greedily around him. Her breathing turned fast, hot, and frantic.

He smiled, watching her go all sensuous and stretching, even moaning gently, music to his ears.

Then his fingers slipped away.

She opened her startled blue eyes to his smiling face above her.

"Sebastian..." she choked, dying of need and wanting him to never stop what he had been doing to her.

"Shhh... we have all night." He circled her with a strong arm and turned them onto their sides, pulling her up tightly against his hot length.