Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 74 - Theories and Barbecue

I arrive at the glade, and Sebastian is already there, feeding a bonfire with firewood to warm up our night as the winter is approaching. The Mystery Spell weather at night started to be icy cold, with temperatures dropping fast after sunset. He has covered the cold floor with a blanket that will work as a carpet, and also, there is another one to wrap us if needed. I notice a package of thick sausages for barbecue, one of marshmallows, and a large thermos bottle with two mugs as well. It seems we're going to have a picnic.

"Hmm... It seems the big bad wolf will eat something else tonight, apart from me, of course..."

Under this childish thought, I morphed from the huge white wolf back to my human shape.

Sebastian notices my presence and a broad smile forms on his lips. I can see his fierce amber eyes sparkling in happiness in seeing me. I was sure the black spaghetti straps dress midi ankle length that I'm wearing under the black jacket that I'm using open would be a success tonight. Sebastian lets out a wolf-whistle complimenting me.

Sebastian: Pheew-pheew!

I blush a little, suddenly feeling like a shy virgin girl. I don't know how Sebastian can make it with me, which power he has over me, as I'm used to be a bad girl that never blushes for anything. However, this sensation of shyness lasts for some seconds only, and, fast, I'm back to my seductive mood again. I approach him, cat-like walking, teasingly. It isn't the bonfire that I want to set on fire tonight.

Sebastian puts one more piece of wood in the pyre and stands up. Without any word, he pulls me by my waist and hugs me tight against his muscular body of a Greek God statue. I have goosebumps in pleasure under his alpha-male attitude that subdues me. His woody perfume invades my nostrils, driving me insane, making me lose any control over my wills. I'm getting ablaze, and small electric waves run throughout all my body, making me wholly soaked, and craving for him as he is a drug that I'm addicted to and that I need desperately.

His dark black locks caress my forehead, our breathes mix, and his fierce amber eyes are sunk into mines. In no time, his greedy voluptuous lips seize mines in a passionate and urgent kiss, like we haven't seen each other for centuries. I hold tight to the collar of his black jacket, not to let him go, and I respond to his kiss with more urgency and passion than him, as I need my air from his lungs.

I can feel his desire growing against my lower belly, and our breaths getting shorter and jerky. Without warning, Sebastian puts an end to the kiss, giving two steps back; however, the look in his fierce amber eyes of an experienced predator shows very well his intentions of making me his prey, and that the night is only starting.

Sebastian gets me in his muscular arms and carries me till the blanket that is covering the grass that is wetted by the dew. He kneels down and settles me gently on the floor. He also sits on the cloth, and moves his body forward, forcing me to lay down. His impatient hands get the laterals of my dress to lift it a little, and I make the things easier for him arching my butt up. The wolf smiles hungrily in seeing I'm not wearing any underwear, although I know how much pleasure he has in ripping panties to the shreds.

Sebastian unbuckles his belt, opens the button and zipper of his jeans, pulling them down enough, along with his boxer, to have his gorgeous thick cock free to make me as his female. Then, he pins my fists beside my head, looks deeply into my eyes and slides in not so fast, not so slow, but at the correct speed to allow him sees my very expressions of pleasure in each of the centimeters of his dick that defiles me, till he fills me to the brim. We start to move in the rhythm of love.

Khawla: Oh... Seb...

At each of my moans of pleasure, Sebastian deepens his shaft in my pussy, trying to increase my sensation in ten folds or more, making me shiver from head to toe. How I love the way he does everything seeking my pleasure before his because it is a caress in his manhood, and he feels full of himself in letting me like a wreck after so many orgasms.