Chapter Eight

I wouldn't want you to think that, once suitably affirmed, I'm a terminally passive lover. I'm not. I did, however, feel it was wise to just see how the land was lying because of all the sensitivities flying around. When in doubt, revert to gender-role, that's my motto. Consequently, I did just lie there and watch Sebastian crawl up my body on his hands, dragging the rest of himself behind like a sun-basking lizard. I did want to jump him, but I restrained myself.

"Oh Miss Shira, you make me want to do such bad things to you," said Sebastian in a nasty little boy's voice.

"What kind of bad things?" I whispered. He'd arrived at up at my face and was looking down at me.

He paused, breathing. "I don't even know what they're called," he whispered back, sliding off me and flipping me over onto my stomach. Sebastian had a habit of treating other people's bodies like inanimate objects. I felt him straddle my back, and was waiting to have the breath squeezed out of me again, but it didn't happen.

Soft wisps of hair and the tip of a very hot tongue on drew invisible lines across my back. They made lazy curlicue patterns in my skin, while he slowly drew his fingertips down the sides of my body. It was a very pleasant sensation at first, until gradually I began to want to crawl out of my skin screaming. The tongue became less delicate, sliding in long, wet corridors over the length of length and breadth of my back. As he moved over erogenous zones I didn't even know I possessed, my body twitched and writhed.

"Oh, dear god... that's... that's... wow."

Two warm hands tucked themselves beneath my chest and covered my breasts, kneading them and making my back arch. When it did, he lowered his mouth onto the back of my neck and bit. Instantly, I realized that, physically speaking, we weren't that different from cats. My whole body went limp. It wasn't that I couldn't move, it simply felt very good if I didn't. Just then, I craved skin to skin contact so badly I thought something dire would happen if I didn't get it. The minute he stopped biting, I squirmed and propped myself up, sphinx-like, till I met his chest with my back, whimpering with relief.

He must've misinterpreted my behaviour, because he bit my neck again, harder this time, and pushed me back down onto to bed. Or not... fuck, I don't know.

"No... don't move."

"Okay. I'll try not to," I mewed.

I could feel him move down the bed as I lay there hyperventilating. The anticipation of where he would touch me next built into something very close to fear. Little quivers raced over my muscles and I leaked juices beneath me onto the bed shamelessly. He just waited and waited. I could hear him breathing and I turned my cheek surreptitiously to see if I could catch sight of him, but he was too far down the bed and my shoulder was in the way. The tension in my body was overwhelming.

"Fuck, Sebastian.... Just touch me, please... Anywhere!" I begged.

"Where, Shira? You tell me where."

"Anywhere. God, just do it!" I cried, miserably.

"Anywhere?"

"Yes... anywhere..." It trickled out of me as a whimper. "Please."

Anywhere turned out to be at the back of my right knee, just on the inside, with the flat of his tongue. He drew in up the back of my thigh, making my leg muscle feel like it was about to seize and cramp.

"Oh... fuck!" I choked out.

"Was that the anywhere you wanted?" he asked, teasing. Hands pushed their way beneath my thighs and pulled them apart until they hit the insides of his knees.

I squeaked, "It'll do." But my legs wouldn't stop quivering. I could feel the long fingers slipping on the wet skin of my inner thighs. They squeezed and massaged.

"I think you must be in some discomfort, Miss Shira. You're making an awful mess of my bed sheets."

"Sorry." I was so pathetically horny.

Sebastian planted his lips down on my right ass cheek and spoke to it. "Don't be sorry, Shira. I'm quite flattered, actually." I could feel his breath fan out like fire over the surface of my skin. God, it was like messing around with a dragon. "Did I tell you how good you smell? It makes me so hungry..." I felt him pull a hand out from under me.

Then he bit my ass.

Really, really hard.

Not a little bite, not a nip. He had a huge chunk of my ass in his mouth. I couldn't get any breath at first and, when I finally did scream, he slid two fingers into me, which cut the scream dead. That's all it took; I was coming all over his hand - it was fucking apocalyptic. And just as I feared the muscles in my pelvis were going to tear themselves to shreds, he did something to top it. Releasing my poor butt cheek from his jaws, he slid his tongue between them as pressed it into my ass.

I cursed, I yelled, I sobbed, I clawed at anything within reach and still I didn't stop coming. My synapses were screaming just as loud as I was; my brain was going to melt and ooze out through my ears; I had to make him stop or I was going to die. Also, and something of a surprise to me, I needed his cock in my mouth, or I was going to die too.

"No-o," I sobbed, wrenching myself out from under him and turning around. Fuck this passive shit, I thought. He was sitting on his heels, looking a little shocked.

"Thank-you," gasped breathlessly, sinking my mouth onto his cock.

God, you can't believe the relief (I couldn't - I didn't even like giving head in those days). I skipped the tease, I simply had to have as much of his cock as would possibly fit in my mouth; the urge was positively carnivorous. I sucked. I was all suck and nothing else, and fuck he tasted good.

"Oh, Miss Shira... you are full of surprises," said Sebastian. He actually did sound surprised, just before he moaned. He leaned back and stroked my head, my face, my lips, as I ate him. The problem was, as he got more erect, and thicker, it became harder to suck him. Also, I could only get about three quarters of him into my mouth. I whined in frustration

"My god, girl... Mmm... Shira... fuck, that's good."

I could tell it was, because he started to move his hips. This was very nice, in principle - it felt wickedly erotic – until he nudged the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Oh dear," he said softly and stopped moving. Very gently, he eased me off his cock and kissed me on the lips sweetly. "What we have here is a great deal of spirit and a woeful lack of experience," he muttered, nuzzling his face against mine.

"But, I don't mind," I whimpered. Somehow I knew he was talking about the gagging, but I really didn't mind. I just wanted my lips around that cock again.

"But I do mind," he said, kissing my face, my ear, my neck. "It isn't nice to know someone is in distress down there, Shira. It's off-putting."

I pulled back from him, feeling suddenly, horribly insulted and -well - incompetent, and a failure to boot. Tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to overspill. "I'm sorry. Teach me, then."

He realized, I guess, that he'd hurt my feelings, and something quite unusual flooded Sebastian's face. I'd certainly never seen it before; it was compassion.

"Oh, Shira-kins..." he burst out, pulling me over onto the bed with him and wrapping me in his arms."Sweetheart, kitten, yummy little thing..." He was covering me with little kisses, all over my face. "It doesn't matter. Not at all. Not in the least."

This didn't make me feel better. In fact, his being so nice about it was making me feel dreadfully worse. I blinked at him hard, trying not to cry. "I'm really sorry..." I sobbed. "But if you don't teach me... how am I going to get any better at it?"

I don't know why I was so upset, I just was. I heard Jean make a little uncomfortable sound in his throat, from all the way across the room. In all the pleasure and misery, I'd completely forgotten he was there. My mortification grew exponentially.

"What a strange little thing," Sebastian whispered in my ear, pulling me up onto his chest and rocking me. "Look at me." He pulled my chin up so I really couldn't refuse. His face was dead serious and his gaze was steady. "I will teach you, okay? We'll teach you, won't we Jean?" he said a little louder.

I heard a sniff from across the room. "Yes..." we will, sweetheart, promise," sobbed Jean. I couldn't believe it. That boy was such a softie; he was crying in empathy! Suddenly the whole situation seemed hilarious. I snuffled and giggled at the same time. Sebastian gave me a huge grin.

"See? We promise to teach you, only not just now." He pulled me into a kiss, like the one on the sofa in his workroom. Rolling me sideways, he attacked my lips and slid a hand down my back and over my ass, pulling my leg over his. "Now... right at this moment... I absolutely, positively must fuck you."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck, pressing my body against him. I didn't really know what to say. I just got very obsessed with the taste of his neck.

"Would that be alright with you?" His mouth was right next to my ear.

"Mm-huh" I whimpered, sucking and biting at his neck and along his jaw line. Now I didn't care so much about anything, just wanting to disappear into his body. It felt good, it smelled good, it tasted even better.

"Jean? Do you think you could find us a... well you know," Sebastian called out.

Back in sensory mode, I was making my way down his chest to his nipple, where I encountered a dilemma. How do you suck someone's nipple when it's got a mental bar through it? I just thought I'd wing it and covered the whole area with my mouth.

"Ah!" Sebastian gasped and pressed his chest to my mouth. I felt his hand cradle the back of my head and hold me there. "Harder," he moaned.

This had the wonderful dual effect of giving me back some confidence and re-igniting my lust. I did suck much harder, taking the whole thing between my teeth and I biting.

"Here, I peeled it for you." It was Jean's voice, just above a whisper.

"Oh... thanks," gasped Sebastian. He slid an arm between us and wriggled back a bit to put the condom on.

Blind and sensing, I found his other nipple and closed my lips around it, pinching the first one with my fingers while I sucked and licked at the second. His body shuddered pleasingly. I felt him reach around behind me and guide his cock, sliding the head of it between the lips and nudging at my opening.

Sebastian wove fingers into my hair and pulled my head back to look at me. His other hand was covering my ass. It was the first time he'd ever entered me slowly, and he kept eye contact the whole time. I think he saw the pain flash across my face as he pressed in - the little first bit always hurt – because he mouthed an apology just before the pleasure washed over his features. I smiled and shook my head.

"Don't worry..." I said softly.

His lips parted, eyelids partly closing. Then he blinked and opened them lazily. And there for the entire world to see was the deepest, darkest puddle of lust.

"God, Shira-kins... you do feel wonderful," he gasped, pushing me onto him.

"S-so do you. Just wonderful." I wrapped my leg around his hip and pulled him in all the way. My cunt muscles were screaming and fluttering - any moment they would calm down and relax.

When he started to move, it was in time to our breathing. He just kept staring at me; I could see how every inch of journey into me felt – it showed so plainly on his face.

"Did I... tell you... how much... how much I like you?" His words were stuttered in time with his thrusts. Slow and even. It was so fucking delicious.

"Yes... yes you did. I... like you too...very mmm much." I reached for his nipple and twisted slightly. Oh, that's what the bar was for. I grinned a little.

"I apologize - I really do."

"For what?" I twisted just a little harder, but my concentration was going. He had never fucked me like this before - this gently. It was so damn good. I tilted my hips towards him with every thrust.

"For earlier... for the....the things...things I said. I didn't mean... to hurt you."

"Mmm. You're honest. I'm glad," I whimpered. I arched my back, taking him in deeper. "Oh, please, Sebastian..." I'm..."

"Coming... yes...". He covered my lips with his, breathing into my mouth. I reached up and pulled his head down harder, sealing his kiss, mewing into his mouth when the spasms began. The pleasure burned everything else away.

"Me too..." he gasped, pulling his lips away."Shira... open your eyes."

I hadn't realized I'd closed them. Amidst the storm of sensation, I could hardly force them open. He was looking into me as he thrust up. I don't really know what happened but, for a moment, I couldn't actually tell whose orgasm was whose. His cock throbbed and twitched inside me; I thought I heard some secret sound his body made as he ejaculated - my whole body jerked in response. Still he wouldn't release my gaze and I could swear he was pouring something into me, with his eyes. It was frighteningly intense.

Sebastian opened his mouth, as if to speak.

"Please... don't say it. Not right now," I begged.