The Night You Met Sebastian Stan

Part 2

When you wake up , the first thing you notice is how cold you feel.  Instinctively,  you reach for the sheets to pull them over you but find none within your reach.  The second thing you notice is the sound of water running.  Slowly everything swirls into focus and you remember exactly where you are. 

"Hey Sleeping Beauty."  You open your eyes, blinking them slowly as you adjust to the light.  You see him standing there at the foot of the bed, bathed in the warm glow from the one lamp he's turned on. 

"Hey."  You smile and stretch languorously, arching your back just slightly. 

You notice his jaw tense a little.  "You really should join me in the shower," he starts, "so relaxing."  You take a minute to really look at him.  Loosely holding a white towel around his waist.  His hair is still wet from the shower and it causes little drops of water to run across his jawline, down his neck, over his chest.  His skin is practically glistening and the way he is looking at you with that devilish gleam in his eyes and not-so-subtle smirk because he KNOWS he's fucking perfect just unhinges you.  And he's just staring at you,  and you're completely stripped of clothes and pretense and he's like a goddamned tiger toying with its prey.  And you're trying to think of something witty or clever to say, something to maybe balance out the power when he drops that towel and the only sound that erupts from your throat is something between a moan and whimper.  He lets himself fully smile now and somehow that just makes the whole thing worse.  He crawls up the mattress to you, covering your body with his and kisses you on the tender skin of your neck.  "Come on, angel, you promised."  You nod your head, even though you know you pledged no such thing to this harbinger of eros.

The room is already hot and full of steam as you step into the warm water raining down on you both.  He wastes no time, his hands settling on your hips, pressing his body against yours, he begins to kiss you.  Your back is leaning against the cold marble and his mouth is crushing yours.   Your wet thighs are sliding against each other and its hard finding your footing on the slippery floor.   He lifts you up slightly, his erect cock pressing against your stomach and you have to go on your toes in order for your height to match.  He grunts and pushes inside you and you cry out with the sudden fullness.  Your skin ignites and you struggle for breath as he starts thrusting in and out.  His face is buried in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder as he continues to drive himself inside you.  One of your hands is holding tight to his hair, the other raking down the slick skin of his back.  "Oh yes..." you hear him groan, "Ohhh fuuuck."  He lifts his head with a primal growl.  One arm is wrapped tight around your waist pressing you into him and the other one is gripping tight to your thigh, now draped around his hips.    He grunts and picks you up, your legs wrapping around him and he slams you down onto the counter next to the sink.    He slides your ass toward him, down hard on his rock hard erection.  He fucks you like that for a few more minutes, his prick seemingly going deeper with every thrust.

"Oh shit" You sigh, "Oh...fuck Sebastian.  I'm going to..."

"No you're not."  He abruptly stops and your whole body lurches forward, craving his touch again.  He steps back, just out of reach, grinning at you.  You let out a whimper and stare at him incredulously.  "Sebastian.." you whine.  You shift your weight on the hard counter, your pussy is so wet and aching for him.  He crosses his arms over his chest and goddamnit is he fucking chuckling at your predicament? 

"I told you I would have to punish you."  You stare at him, what could be worse than him bringing you to the brink of ecstasy and then stopping?  He reaches over without looking,  grabbing the tie to one of the bathrobes hanging on the back of the door.  He winds it around his hands and saunters over to you.  He leans over your body, flushed and breathless, your chest heaving hard nipples inches from his skin.   He quickly throws his arms over you and grabs your wrists behind your back.  He ties them tightly together and steps back.  His satisfied grin and darkened blue eyes are maddening and you'd be annoyed if you weren't so fucking aroused.  He reaches with just his fingertips and brushes them against your thighs.  It feels like fire.  He uses them to push your legs wide open, exposed to both the steamy air and his wolfish stare.  He bites his lower lip and looks you up and down.  Without a word, his hand reaches down and he starts stroking his thick cock.  You groan out his name. 

"Oh fuck, Sebastian...please..."  He shakes his head no and continues to move his hand up and his shaft while never breaking his gaze on you.  You rock your hips back and forth, desperate for any sort of touch.   The sounds he makes alone are enough to push you over the edge and then there is the way he is looking at you.  "Please... please, Sebastian..." He tortures you like this for a while, enjoying every second of delicious torment until finally he decides to show you mercy.

"Ok, baby... you've suffered enough."  He slowly unties you and kisses you deeply.  Your arms wind around his neck and you let him carry you to the bed.

 He lays you down carefully and kisses down the length of your body.  His hand nudges your legs open again and he presses his lips against your smooth mound.  Your hands thread through his thick hair, your stomach rising and falling rapidly with anticipation.  "Shhh..." he exhales against your warm skin.  His mouth slowly massages your most delicate skin and his hands grip tightly to your hips.  He moans softly, the vibration of his lips sending a chill up your spine.  His tongue slips between your nether lips.  He licks up and down your warm wetness and it's almost too much.  Almost.  Then his tongue starts tracing circles on your clit and that is when you completely lose control.

"Oh my god..." you cry out.  "Oh my god, Sebastian....  Sebastian.... fuck.. fuck that feels so good."  You can hear him, feel him murmur his agreement against you.  It doesn't take you long before that familiar feeling creeps into your stomach and every sensor on your skin is lit.  "Oh fuck...fuck...fuck Sebastian...yes...I'm.."  He lifts his mouth off and sits up. He quickly slides inside you.  His mouth comes down on yours hard.  His tongue unfurls in your mouth and one hand reaches down to stroke your clit. 

"Yeah baby..." he whispers against your cheek.  "Come for me... let me feel you come around my dick."  Your hand tugs harder on his hair.  Your fingers claw at his back and your hips are bucking against his.    Your back arches off the bed and you growl out his name, louder than you planned.  He holds tight to you, his body trembling and echoing your final, violent shudder.  "Shit..." he whispers.  "Fucking...fuck."  He falls next you on the bed and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.  You're laying there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe.  He kisses your cheek, nuzzling your chin.  "Well that wasn't bad."

"No..." you try desperately not to sound completely annihilated and satiated but fail.  "That was all right."