Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 22

ABBY

I've had sex. I just had sex with Seb. Oh, my god. Whatever written in the books are true--the reactions of your body when you're having orgasms. I can't help but roll my eyes back, arch my back, my whole body shudders, my toes curl. I mean, it's overwhelming and all that, but it feels like I'm in heaven--the best feeling in the world, especially when you did it with someone you trust. Or maybe it's just the sexual tension between us that made sex phenomenal.

God, his little Seb is huge. I mean, I've never seen a penis before, but he's gifted in that part. I can see why women are going gaga over him, and maybe because of his sexual experience. 

"Baby, are you okay? You've never said a word." He's still on top of me with beads of sweat on his forehead. 

"How can I say a word when I'm still having the mind-blowing orgasm?" I smile and lean forward to kiss his nose. 

He grins. Jesus, I'm going to have another orgasm just to see his reaction. "Mind-blowing, huh? Good to know."

I roll my eyes. As if it wasn't.

He kisses my lips, and I instantly kiss him back. He moans when I nip his lower lip. I don't know I have this confidence in me for a first-timer, and I never had a panic attack while we're in the middle of our lovemaking. 

When he slides his tongue into my mouth, that's the time I moan. I grab a handful of his hair and press my breasts against his chest. My nipples graze against his skin, and the friction sends electricity to all my nerve-endings. I run my fingers down his back, and I can feel him harden again. I start moving my hips into him and wrap my legs around his waist.

Seb groans to our mouths. He kisses my exposed skin and takes my breast to his mouth, suck it, and bites my nipple, and he pays attention to the other. The feelings are so overwhelming, and I can't hold on any longer, He thrusts so hard into me, pound harder, and I can't help but meet his thrust.

"Oh." I can't form any words. 

"I know. I know, baby. Come for me. Come with me." He kisses me some more, sucks my earlobe, and my orgasm shock me through. We came together. We're both panting, and his breathing tickles my neck that makes me giggle. 

"Jesus, Abbygail. I can't get enough of you. I'm so addicted to you," He's still catching his breath, his voice is huskier.

He presses his mouth to my forehead and kisses my eyes. "The gorgeous eyes I've ever seen." He kisses my nose, my cheeks, my lips "These lips are the death of me." Then he cups my breasts "These perfect tits are mine now including the sweet little pussy down there. Got it, Abbygail?"

Before I can answer my stomach growl. We both laugh at each other like a normal couple. 

"God, that's so embarrassing. Way to ruin my moments." I'm red as a tomato right now.

"Our moments, Abby." He kisses me again. 

"Sebastian, stop kissing me, otherwise we'll never get out of your bed. I have a flight to catch tomorrow." 

He stops midway and stares at me with his now gloomy expression. He swallows and manages to smiles. I wish I can just control my mouth when I'm with him. This is just a one-time thing. Tomorrow, I'm back to my old life. 

"I have a wife to feed. I don't want a hungry woman in my home." He gets up on top of me. The moment he left the bed, I feel cold and alone. 

"Don't move, baby. Just stay like that. I'll be right back." 

He goes to his bathroom in naked glory with his still semi-erect manhood. Boy, he's really beautiful. He comes back with a washcloth in his hand. He places the cloth just below my abdomen, and I close my thighs to cover my exposed part. 

"Sebastian, what are you doing? I'm capable of doing that myself." He looks surprised at my words. it just comes out strong. I'm totally ruining this. 

"I know, baby. I just want to clean you up. You'd probably be sore. Can't I at least clean my woman?" He spread my thighs wide open.

"Stop it, please? I'll do it on my own." 

He looks so sad and defeated. Nobody cleans me down there. I'm not used to this. When he called me my woman, I remember my nightmare. I saw his face there sitting in front of me. That never happens in life. What if? God, that can never happen. It frightens me. 

"Baby, I'm sorry. I should've asked you first. I just--I just want to clean you up. That's all." God, he looks even sadder. I feel guilty for what I said. 

"Please?" he looks at me, really looks at me.

I smile, then he smiles back at me. I spread my thighs, and he kneels and pats my inner thighs with the washcloth, down to my part, and wipes it slowly. This is so intimate, but I trust him. 

"You bleed baby. I should've--" 

I stop him. "You should have what? Stop? Stop blaming yourself, Sebastian. I'm the one who forced to do it with me. It's normal to bleed, and I may be sore, but it's all worth it. Oh, shit, I mess up your bed. I'm sorry." God, the bloodstain on his sheet is so visible. I'm so mortified. 

"It's just a sheet and a bed, Abby. You have no idea how lucky I am right now. You chose to sleep with me regardless of my track records. You said yourself that I'm a man-whore." 

"Are we back there again? I already apologized for that. I chose you because I want you, and we're married. It'll be cheating if I sleep around with another man." He gives me a peck on my mouth and carries me. 

"Let's get you clean up." 

"I can walk, you know. Put me down, please?" He ignores my plea and carries me bridal style to his enormous bathroom. 

"You're so stubborn. I didn't carry you like this after the wedding. Let me take care of my wife. You're leaving tomorrow, Abby. At least, let me take care of you just for tonight, please?" All I do is nod. "Now get in the tub. The water is warm enough. Sorry, I don't have a bubble bath." 

"Thank you. I would smell like you. Oh, god. The water feels good." I grin at him. 

"The invitation is quite convincing, but we might end up in bed again, and you're hungry. I'll fulfill my duty in bed for you later. Right now, I need to feed my woman. Don't sleep in there, okay? Be right back." That's it, he left. I close my eyes and let the water calm my sore muscles after the best orgasms of my life. I hum some songs and lose track of time. 

"Well, look who's enjoying herself? Sorry to cut your bubble bath short. Food is ready." He offers his huge robe. I secure and tied it well. 

"Thanks. I'll be right there."

He peeks from the door of his bathroom. "Abby, I place a shirt and boxers in the bed. Come down when you're done, okay?"