Finding Immy (Sebastian Vettel)

Dominantly Yours

Seb breathed in deeply, held his breath for several seconds and then exhaled. He could hear Immy through the baby monitor telling Noah what a special boy he was and how loved he was.

He rolled the duvet down to bottom of the bed so it wouldn't get in the way for what he had in mind. Then he slipped his hand into his shorts pocket and pulled out a reel of blue ribbon he'd bought earlier. He'd made a quick visit to a store when he'd popped into the takeaway on the pretence of fancying a cold Dr Pepper.

He opened the drawer on his bedside table and put the ribbon inside it. His dick was already semi hard as he thought of what he was going to do to Immy.

He kicked his Vans off and walked over to the window to look out down the garden. He began to think about the following summer. Maybe they'd have a pool by then. Noah would be running around. The new baby would be sat in the pushchair in the shade. Immy would be sunbathing in a skimpy bikini. The girls would be chasing Bruno around the garden.

He jumped slightly as Immy's arms slipped around him from behind.

"He was asleep before I even left the room," she told him.

"Tired boy." He turned around in Immy's arms and lowered his head.

He kissed her softly, nibbling on her bottom lip until she parted them to allow his tongue access.

Immy sighed as Seb deepened the kiss.   She'd been waiting for this moment all day.  Ever since she'd sucked him off in the shower she'd longed to feel his hands on her, his dick inside her. 

His hands moved to her bum, squeezing it hard and pulling her up against his body.  She could feel his erection digging into her belly.  

Seb wrenched his mouth off of hers, his breathing ragged with desire.   He hadn't been inside her for months.  He knew he should be tender but he wanted her with a ferocity that shocked him.   

"I don't want to hurt you," he gasped, having second thoughts about his plans. Immy gazed lovingly into his eyes. 

"You won't hurt me. I trust you.  I love you."

"You've been so ill , the baby..."

"I'm feeling better.  I haven't been sick for a few days. I feel stronger and stronger every day.  Please Seb.  I need you.  I can't wait any more.  It's driving me crazy.  Take me.  Fuck me hard, soft, however you want to fuck me, as long as you fuck me." 

Seb couldn't resist her pleas.  He was a strong man but Immy was his weakness.  His hands went to the straps of her dress, sliding them down her arms and baring her lace clad breasts. 

He pushed the dress down over her hips and it fell to the floor.  "You're so damn sexy," he said huskily as he  cupped her breasts, pushing them together.

Immy's breasts were already sensitive from her pregnancy hormones but Seb's touch had her nipples hardening instantly. Seb released her breasts momentarily so he could remove his T-shirt, then his hands returned, fondling and caressing her through her bra.

Immy ran her hands over his chest, feeling the roughness of his chest hair on her palms. She pressed her lips to the side of his neck, sucking on his skin, leaving her mark so everyone knew he was hers.

"You minx," he growled. "I should brand you."

"Do it!" Seb lowered his head and buried his face in the side of her neck. Immy gasped as she felt his teeth graze her soft skin.

Seb slid his arms behind her and expertly unclipped her bra. He pulled it off of her, freeing her breasts into his hands. "Oh I fucking love your tits," he said. He kissed his way down her right breast until he reached nipple, sucking it into his mouth.