Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (30 page)

“
Hi everyone!”
Tilly calls.

Clare places the iPad on the coffee table and we take a seat on the couch, with Oliver and Sebastian perched on the arms.

“Hi!” we all shout in unison, generating a chorus of giggles.

“Ooh, Sebastian! What are you doing there?”
she asks with a naughty grin on her face,
“I thought you were going alone, Lex?”

“Well, I did…”

Sebastian cuts in. “She did, but I surprised her with a little visit.”

“Wow, how very lovely of you…”
she teases,
“you could have told me, I still want a joyride in that new plane of yours, you know.”

He laughs. “Yes, I haven’t forgotten, but I flew over here in a boring old one, you wouldn’t have liked it. I was talking to Oliver earlier, though, and there’s a chance I might be flying them to LAX with the babies for the wedding in July – maybe you can fly over on the empty leg here?”

“Oh wow, yes!”
she cries
. “That’ll be so much easier with two babies than taking them on a commercial jet. Then I can help you two with them and you can have a nap!”
she directs to Clare and Oliver.

“Done!” Oliver shouts.

“You haven’t even got one yet, Ol, you’ll find out just what I mean in a couple of months! Is she huge, Lex?”

“She’s not as big as I thought she’d be, but I don’t suppose she looks any different to somebody who is nine months pregnant with just one baby. We’ll see what she looks like at full term with two!” I respond, happily.

“Oh, I so wish I was there! I miss your house Ol, it looks nice and clean from here.”

“Hey!” he cries, wounded. “It was always tidy! But yes, it might have a few ‘Clare’ touches here and there.”

~~~~~~~

The conversation with Tilly lasted at least forty minutes, ending when Luke got home and Emily became excited. It’s strange seeing Tilly on a video call when I’m all the way in London and she’s back home.

We relaxed together in the living room until we all agreed on an early night, poor Clare can’t last long with her body working so hard from the inside.

It was wonderful to undress and climb exhaustedly into bed with Sebastian and be able to release all of the angst of the past few weeks by holding him close, his warm, naked flesh wrapped around me, easing everything.

The tired sex was of course, incredible. Neither of us had energy for anything more than delicious, slow make up sex but it seemed just right for the moment. I certainly didn’t want anything more – feeling the marked difference in my emotions as we rode slowly together was enough to solidify this new bond that we have silently created, one of respect and unity, but most of all – love. He hasn’t said it outright, and neither have I, but with all of the second guessing I’ve been doing recently, this is one thing I just know. And it feels like I’ve won the world.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

SATURDAY 2ND MAY

Sebastian so wanted to fly me home, but I wasn’t prepared to let him when I already had an upper class return booked, and things were too busy at his work to spare a jet or staff just to bring me home, so it worked out well for standing my ground. It would be crazy to waste that sort of money, not to mention his time.

So, here I sit about half way into the journey home, smiling about my new relationship status. I suppose I’d better tell my parents that I have a boyfriend, I’ve kept things very much to myself with regards to Sebastian, as with any relationship, I don’t feel my parents need to know the ins and outs of my sex life until it’s something official.

Daniel may have mentioned something to them, but I doubt it. He’s not one for gossip and unless it has come up in conversation, he’s unlikely to have divulged anything about who I may or may not be seeing.

I’m looking forward to getting home and seeing him, we planned for him to come over to my place for something to eat tonight. He only left London a couple of days ago but I’m already missing him. He clearly feels the same, based on the number of calls and messages he has sent me since he left.

I may even try out the new purchase I made at the sexy lingerie store I visited during a break at work on Thursday. I know how much Seb loves my underwear, and he loves it when I surprise or shock him, so a sexy, crotchless, lace body stocking with peep-hole bra - which is
so
not me, should gain a little attention. I know he’s going to love it.

~~~~~~~

On landing, my phone indicates that Seb has sent me a message, and I smile broadly on reading it. Apparently, I’m to call my car and tell it to turn around because he’s at the airport to take me home. Warmth floods my soul at the unmistakeable feeling of being loved by the person you have fallen in love with. I never knew how much I was missing by never having experienced this.

And true to his word, as I step into the arrivals hall, there he is, standing before me in his uniform - looking stunning. There’s something about the black tie hanging from his neck and the four-stripe epaulets on his shoulders that sends the libido into overdrive. I can see ladies of all ages looking admiringly at him, such a handsome man with an overwhelming presence, topped off by the professional, smart and über-sexy uniform. And he’s there waiting for and fixed on
me
.

I walk directly to him with an insuppressible smile, mirroring his own spectacularly sensuous one, and when I reach him, he takes me in his arms and kisses me, deeply. It’s as if we’ve been away from each other for weeks. I know this is all because it’s new and there’s a huge element of lust there that’s likely to ease, but it has me imagining this type of passion on either of our returns from any trip, which will obviously be frequent.

“I missed you.” he whispers into my hair as he holds me.

“I missed you, too, Seb. It was only a couple of days.”

“I know, but I like being near to you.”

“We’ll have to get used to it, we’re going to have our fair share of trips away without each other.”

“I know, we’ll figure it out. How was your flight?”

“It was good, very relaxing.”

“Did you sleep?”

“A little.”

“Good, so you’re not too tired?”

“I’m not so bad. How was your day?”

“Great, because I knew you were coming home. Shall we make a move back to your place?”

“Sure,” I respond, releasing him, and he follows, taking my luggage from me and slipping his spare hand into mine, looking down at my face.

“I know, I know – you’re capable of carrying your own case, you
are
Alexia Berkeley, after all – but I want to do it so you’ll have to just let me and deal with it, okay?”

I giggle. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks, stopping in his tracks.

“Yeah, okay…”

He grins, victoriously, clearly expecting me to argue, and continues with the walk to the parking garage. We don’t say much, but the smiles on both of our faces say enough.

Opening the door to my apartment this afternoon is wonderful. I have enjoyed my trip immensely and already miss Clare and Oliver and their beautiful English home, but having been travelling for the best part of the last fifteen hours, the smell and feel of home is second to none.

“Let me make you a drink,” Sebastian says, parking the luggage in the hallway. “Would you like this here or in the bedroom?”

“There’s good, I can take it through. I’d love a drink, though – thank you.”

“What can I get you? Coffee?”

“Perfect, please help yourself, too. Can I tell you where everything is?”

“No, I know your coffee machine, I’ll find the rest. You go do what you’ve got to do so that we can both sit down to a cup of coffee and each other.”

The thought of that is so welcome, I can’t wait to sit down with my boyfriend and just feel him close to me.

I walk through the hallway with my suitcase until I reach my bedroom, and I immediately begin to unpack, as always. At least that way I’ll know everything that needs to be accomplished - has been, before I let myself unwind. It also won’t take long because I want to get back to Sebastian.

I put most of my belongings away, and take a load of laundry to the machine in the hallway closet before returning to my room to finish up. When I look across the room, I see Seb leaning against the doorframe with two cups of coffee. Butterflies flutter when I see him yet again, even though I know he’s here, I know how handsome he is, and I even know he’s mine – but they just can’t seem to stop.

“Coffee’s ready, sexy,” he says, his voice deliciously seductive.

“Thank you, I’m pretty much done here.” I smile, closing the door to my closet and walking over to him. I gently touch his chest with my fingertips and stretch onto tiptoes to kiss his soft lips.

He grins. “Why, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I take my coffee and squeeze past him cheekily, turning to wink as I lead him down the hallway to the living room.

We sit together on the couch and having had just one sip of coffee, he takes the cup from my hand and places it, along with his, on the table. He turns back to me and cups the side of my face. “Baby, I’m so glad you’re home.”

“I’m happy to be home, too. London was amazing though, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was great. We should definitely go back soon for a little while longer.”

I grin at the thought of taking vacations with him, there’s a whole host of new possibilities for Seb and me, and it’s so exciting. I want to see the world with him, I want to experience new places with him and make memories that last forever. This is only the start, and who knows what’ll happen, but I think we’re both hoping to be in this for the long run and that fills me with warmth.

Who knew I’d be feeling this way about Sebastian Love, the lecherous lothario. If only I’d known all of those years that our family friend was in fact my perfect match. If only I’d have given him a chance. Well, at least I know now, and it’s time to start making up for my ignorance.

“I’m just going to change my clothes, I’ve been travelling in this all day. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Sure,” he says with a smile, taking his coffee and sitting back on the couch, comfortably. I’m excited.

I quickly slip out of my clothes and take the body stocking from the drawer. I hope he likes it, or I’m about to look like a total ass. It feels a little slutty, but the idea of what he can do to me in this makes me so ready for him.

I look at myself in the mirror, I wouldn’t have expected to, but I actually quite like it, purely for sexual reasons of course, I’d never let anybody else see me in something so whorish. I find some super-high black pumps and run my fingers through my hair, messing it up somewhat.

I take a deep breath and nod to myself before I begin the journey to the living room, praying that this isn’t going to be hugely embarrassing. I approach the doorway and hide to the side, holding out and fully extending one lacy leg into the room.

“What the…” I hear him blurt as my leg steals his attention, and I bend it back towards me before moving my head to the side to smile at him. His face is an excited picture and I can’t help but giggle. “Just what is going on here, Lexie? There was a leg… just one leg but a very, very sexy one…”

I simply step to the side to stand in the doorway with my feet hip-width apart, exposing the raunchy outfit to him. I swear he could have dribbled. “What?” he cries. “W-wow! I… gimme!” He stands immediately and I laugh at his childishness.

“You like it?” I giggle.

“I love it!” His eyes focus on my chest at the peepholes and then back to my face before slowly taking in every other inch.

I take slow steps towards him, smiling sensually. He meets me in the centre of the room and clenches his fist at his sides. I simply beam into his face, thrilled by his reaction, and he makes a move. It’s not the move I thought he’d take, but it makes me cry out, his hand darting to my crotch and cupping me without notice.

He pushes his fingers into my flesh firmly and I squirm, my knees nearly buckling, my eyebrows furrowed. “It’s got a hole?” he cries.

“Uh huh, easy access.”

“Fuck me, Lexie, what the fuck are you trying to do to me?”

I laugh again but it gets quickly interrupted by Sebastian bussing my lips with glorious intensity. His fingers explore the perfectly designed split in the fabric, and what lies beneath.

My hands gently hold his head as he lowers to push his tongue into one of the peepholes at my chest, his fingers sliding inside the lower part of the bodysuit and into me. He has no trouble; I’m more than ready and desperate for more.

“Oh,” I moan, my head rolling backwards onto my shoulders, and he groans right along with me, pushing his free hand into the small of my back, as he laps at my nipple. “Sebastian, I need you so much,” I whisper, “let’s go.”
“Go were?” he asks, still fully consumed by my breasts.

“Couch.”

I tug away from him, just catching his distraught expression, before stepping over to the rear of the couch where I bend over, my legs perfectly straight and my head and chest resting on the back and cushions of the chair. With the heels on, my butt is pointing pertly upwards, exposing everything to him through the gap in the stocking.

As he approaches me slowly from behind, his mouth ajar and his cheeks rouged, I take a couple of steps outwards with my feet, parting my legs even further so that I’m perfectly aligned with his cock.

He simply stands and stares, and Ms Dominatrix decides to make an appearance, while he’s so dumbstruck. “Get your cock out of your pants, and come around to the front of the couch where I can see you.”

Without a word, he begins to unbuckle his belt and lets the pants fall to the floor. He removes his underpants and unbuttons his shirt, walking around to the front of the couch, as I had requested.

He leaves the shirt on, unbuttoned, which couldn’t be sexier to me right now.

“Stay there though,” he asks.

“Oh, I will. Now, come forwards and onto the couch, I want to wet you with my mouth before anything else.”

I refrain from smiling as he whimpers, excitedly. This feels fantastic, I like that I can take control right now, but then let him take over the duty when he’s behind me.

He steps onto the couch and rests his knees on the back cushions, closing the space between his rock hard cock and my mouth. My breathing deepens as the thrill of anticipation seizes me. My mouth waters, I can practically taste him already.

I gently reach between his legs and take the skin of his sack between the tips of my fingers and my palm, and slowly pull it down, stretching it.

“Oh God!” he mutters, and I move my face forwards to rest his tip on my inner bottom lip.

I lap it with my tongue and push my mouth further onto him, allowing my saliva to coat him by smoothly circling my tongue around him, his skin still tight in my fist. I have full power.

I eventually release his sack and take hold of the base of his cock as my mouth teases the end, and unexpectedly for him, push him hard into my tightly pursed lips, as far into the back of my mouth as he’ll go.

He cries out loud in pleasure as I continue to forcefully plunge him to the top of my throat, holding him tightly at the foot of his shaft with my thumb and first two fingers. Every time I pull back, I create a strong suction between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, making that swollen tip augment rigidly. I can imagine its desperate dark state inside my sodden, unyielding mouth.

I take my other hand from the sofa, leaving myself propped on my upper chest, and take his sack again, pulling downwards slowly, making him gasp out loud. “Oh holy fuck, Lexie, you’re going to make me come…”

“Mmm,” I moan, taking him from my mouth to run my hand up and down him as I speak, “yes, that’s what I want. I want you to explode on my tongue and down my throat.”

I return my mouth to him as he grumbles. “No, no… oh God, I want to wait…”