Daylight

40 Sexy Dirty Love

I WAKE UP ON MY STOMACH, naked and tangled in Sebastian's sheets. I keep my eyes closed, feeling his fingers caressing my arm and back.

He exhales with a deep, contented sigh, speaking in a hushed voice. "I love you so much."

The bed concaves as he shifts, and then his lips are on my back in slow, small kisses. I remain still, and just as he makes his way up to the skin just below my ear. Then he leaves me to walk across the room. His footsteps leisurely plodding down the hall.

I open my eyes and sit up stretching. Every muscle in my body aches, muscles that I never knew I had. I hold the sheet to my chest, looking around the empty room.

Everything happened so quickly last night I didn't get a chance to look around. Sebastian's room is bare and empty which reminds me of the room in Mersea Island. The room is colourless which is not surprising because he always wears black or white. I press my face into the black silk bed sheet that smells just like him.

The only furniture in this room is this bed and a black wooden nightstand next to the bed. On top of it lies a large stack of worn-out books, a bottle of water and a picture frame. I lean over to take a closer look and it's a picture of us taken on my birthday. The night he came back. In the picture, I'm blowing out the candles and he's just looking at me beaming.

I recognise that smile. It's the way dad looks at mom when she's not looking. It's the look I've been chasing after for so long. Everyone tells me that he looks at me differently but now I really do believe it. Sebastian is the one I've been waiting for all along.

I pick up his black t-shirt off the floor. It smells so good, just like Sebastian. The shirt swallows my entire upper body like a dress.

Sebastian's apartment is identical to mine, except it's so bare and empty. No decorations, photos, nothing. Just a bed, a sofa and a dining table.

I sit down at the dining table without making a sound. The black wooden dining table matches the cabinets in the open kitchen. Everything is black except for the white marble countertop.

Sebastian has his back to me frying eggs only wearing boxers that hug his curves perfectly. The solid muscles in his arm tenses with the movement and the thought of him thrusting himself inside me replays with vivid detail in my head.

"Good morning beautiful," he says when he notices me staring at him.

Every morning I would walk down the stairs in my pyjamas with my hair in a complete mess. Every morning Sebastian would be in my kitchen cooking us breakfast. Every morning he would smile and call me beautiful no matter how I looked. But it isn't until this moment I realise how lucky I am to have him in my life. I think that's why I took pictures of him every single day since he came back. Deep down I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to wake up to his face every morning for the rest of my life.

He cups my face with a worried expression, "You okay baby?"

"Yeah. I'm actually better than ever." I walk over and bury my face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat against my cheek.

I tilt my head back and his brows are still crossed with worry. "I promise you I'm fine!" I giggle which relaxes him a little. "I'm so happy. It feels unreal."

He grins, "Me too. Every morning when I watch you walk down to the kitchen I imagine what it would be like to grab you by the waist and kiss you." he bends down kissing me on my lips, pulling me closer by the waist.

I feel his hand reach down and under his shirt. I squeal into his mouth when he squeezes my ass. "No underwear huh," he whispers darkly.

"Is that part of your imagination?"