The CEO’s Second Choice

Sebastian

I wait idly as Elena battles her inner voice. What would her answer be? I laid my heart bare for her. Now all I needed was for her to decide if she would allow my feelings for her to grow or wither.

She looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming with unshed tears and I realise there that Elena wasn’t just pushing me away before, she was pushing away what she was feeling for me. She shakes her head, “I don’t want you to leave. Sebastian. I am done fighting this, I am done with it. Every day I wake up with this ache in my chest that I cannot ease, the ache in me that you can only fill.” She says, repeating my earlier admission to her. “You echoed my feelings perfectly when you said that and I realise now that I am being selfish by telling you to go back to how we were in the past. You have done so much for me, even though I behave like a spoiled brat at times.”

This made me smile, a bittersweet one, but a smile nonetheless. She wanted to move past this and start acting on her feelings, the same as me.

“Are you certain, Elena? There will be no turning back after this, no leaving me for the States.” I asked her, not wanting her to feel pressured as I stood there with my hand on the back of her neck, caressing her hair. She shakes her head, “I don’t want us to go back after this. I’m yours, Sebastian, and I am willing to walk this road with you, even if it is after five years.”

I’m not sure what it is about this admission of hers, but my mouth was on hers and I claim her again, this time as my wife and companion. She moans lightly into the kiss, and the sound, which was innocent to her, ignited my desire to a fierce peak. Elena had no idea what she did to me, no idea how her touch, her kiss, drove me into a lust-filled state of furore.

We stood at the foot of her bed, but I picked her up as we kissed and turned around to sit back on the bed. She was straddling me as we continued to kiss, and my hands were feeling every inch of her body through her dress. My hands strayed downwards and I lifted her dress up further; I was dying to feel her bare skin on mine.

I break the kiss and move towards her neck, planting gentle kisses and using my tongue to trace circles at the base of her neck. “Sebastian…” She breathes out my name with a tone of desire, completely consumed by the moment, and I feel the hardness straining against my pants even more.

What this woman could do to me with a mere kiss.

I lifted her dress over her head and she didn’t protest, instead, she immediately resumed kissing me. I ran my fingers over her naked back and caressed her soft skin, wishing it was my tongue instead of my fingers. Breaking off the kiss, I trail kisses over her neck and chest, stopping just above her breasts. Her heart was racing. I pull her closer to me and deepen the kiss as my hands stray to her bra with the intention of unclasping it.

My eyes peer up at her for a reaction, but all I see was Elena’s head thrown back in anticipation. I take this as my cue and unclasp her bra and take it off, discarding it next to the bed. Then I look at my wife and marvel at her perfection.

She looks down at me and I see the gorgeous blush on her cheeks and the desire in her eyes. “Vous êtes exquise, Elena. Parfait,” (You are exquisite, Elena. Perfect) I tell her as I lower my mouth to her breast, running my tongue over one of her nipples and caressing the other. The moans escaping her were enough to send me over the edge and I was so close to just ripping off her remaining clothes and burying myself deep inside her.

But I couldn’t do that, not with Elena. She was pure and untouched and needed to be treated as such.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sebastian…” She whispers my name once more and I look up at her, completely besotted and amazed that this woman chose me. I wasn’t a second choice this time, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“Elena, you need to tell me what you want,” I tell her as I continue to worship her body, planting kisses on every inch of her exposed chest. I feel her shake her head and I look up with a frown; did she not want this?

“I… can’t. I can’t say it out loud. It’s too mortifying.” She says and I smile, understanding now why she was shaking my head. “All you have to do is tell me what you want, love. Just say the words.” I say gently, urging her to express herself to me while running my tongue over her nipples.

She inhales sharply. “I… I want you, Sebastian. I want… all of you.” She says through hitched breaths as I twirl my tongue around her nipple and suck gently. I smile as she says these words and breathe out a sigh of relief. She wanted this as badly as I did, needed it as much as me.

I turn her around and lay her back on the bed, taking in her gorgeous body once more. She wore nude stockings, so I slowly removed them, kissing her legs as I pulled them down. I watch her expression and notice she had her head thrown back; her cheeks were also blazing a cherry red. Smiling at her pure reactions, I spread her legs and lowered myself down on her. I kiss her mouth once more, relishing in the feeling of her soft lips on mine.

Then I move to lie next to her and caress her flat belly, my hands dipping in at her perfect curves. “You are so beautiful, Elena,” I whisper in her ear as my hands go lower, ending just above her panty line. I did not remove this yet, as I saved the best for last.

I wanted to feel what I did to her, and I was not disappointed; her underwear was soaked.

Running my finger down her wanting slit, I look down at her again. “Sebastian, please…” She begs for me to continue, and I could not help but oblige. I pull down her underwear completely and toss it to the side before positioning myself in between her legs again.

I cannot put into coherent words the perfection that lies in front of me; Elena had me salivating, so I lowered my mouth to her throbbing mound and worshipped her most intimate part with my tongue.

Her cry of surprise set me off, and I knew that this had never been done to her before. No other man has tasted Elena’s sweet nectar before, and this made me feel absolutely powerful. No man has, and no man ever would again.

I keep her writhing body down as I run my tongue over her soft folds, caressing her taut clit with my tongue and working it in a rhythm I could tell she enjoyed. Her body was starting to shake beneath me, and I realised, to my surprise, that she was already close to her orgasm. A wolfish hunger overcame me then, and I continued to work my tongue around her clit repeatedly. Elena was moaning so loudly at this point, that I think she has forgotten to be shy. Her cries of ecstasy had me reeling, and I felt the moisture at my tip as my hardness continued to painfully strain against my pants.

Then Elena called out my name in the sexiest moan I had ever heard and knew she had reached her first orgasm.