Autopsy of a Mind

Chapter 138: Unravel my Thoughts

[Warning: mild sexual content up ahead.]

"I even brought a movie," Sebastian chirped after a while. 

"A movie? Something crime related?" I asked, turning to him. He had taken his place behind me and I was sitting between his legs as he propped his chin on my shoulder. 

"Romance," he whispered with a hint of amusement. 

"Color me surprised! What made you come up with that?" I asked as I chuckled.

"I searched on the internet and found fifty best movies to watch on a romantic date and this was the top pick," he informed me. He pulled out his cell phone and pressed some buttons. 

"You turned your cell phone into a remote control?" I asked as I watched curiously. 

"Yup. There are applications that do that. Now I can control all our appliances from my cell phone. Isn't that fascinating?"

He pressed play and I turned my head to the screen. "It's a black and white movie." That surprised me more than anything. But then I realized what we were watching. "Casablanca?" I gasped, shocked. 

"Apparently it is the best romantic movie to exist," he told me. 

"And you have never watched it, have you?" I asked. 

"Of course, not. I found fiction irrelevant before I met you. I'm only indulging in these activities because I want to entertain you." He placed a kiss on my cheek. 

"At the price of your own misery" I trailed off. 

"I am not miserable. I am going to watch you. If I end up loving the movie, it's just an added bonus."

"Always the romantic," I teased. 

"Only for you," he retorted.

My eyes were trained on the movie. And then I felt nothing but Sebastian's lips on my neck. 

I sucked in a ragged breath. "Bored?" I asked, my voice small. He said something against my skin and I could only feel the vibration of his words. I had to assume that I was right. 

I turned my torso towards him and moaned, encouraging his ravaging mouth by placing my hand behind his head, my own tilting to welcome his attentions. 

I had never known I was wanton enough to like his attentions in the middle of the forest.

His tongue peeked out, tracing along my collar bone, down to where the top of my shirt was.

"I wonder what it is about the forest that got me riled off," he questioned. "God, I want to be rude."

"Is it the idea of being in the wild, away from civilization that is revealing the inner beast in you?" I attempted to aid his thought process. "How do you want to be rude?" I asked finally. 

"Take your clothes off," he demanded, low and heady, leaving me breathless. I loved the sound of need in his voice. Roving hands and careful caressing was not new to us. Sebastian had been a gentleman in all of this. Except, we had never done anything radical. Except, he hadn't looked like this. 

I pushed myself away from him and turned to face him. I could see the worry suddenly evade him and I gave him a smile to reassure him. I was okay. 

"Did you bring another blanket?" I asked. 

Sebastian was on his knees, his hands on the blanket under us. "Won't need one," he mumbled, placing his lips against my skin once again. His hands were busy ridding me of my shirt. I guess he felt I was taking too long, and wanted my bare flesh against his. 

He wouldn't find me complaining. I had been wondering how long and how teased he needed to be to stop asking me if everything was okay and pounce on me. Not that I didn't enjoy his concern. But I also like seeing him unrestrained.

The best way to get over it was to jump into it and desensitize to the situation, right? 

He slowly released the buttons from the front of my flannel shirt, each one like a tease, a torment, making my body heat as each small circle passed through its paired hole. 

His mouth followed the path of my parting shirt, revealing the pale skin beneath. His fingers searched, spreading the fabric. I felt his mouth against the skin of my now-revealed shoulder.

"What is this strange bra?" he chuckled, his tongue coming out to lick me in emphasis. 

"Normal bras dig into my shoulder," I half-moaned, letting my head fall back. 

"And undershirts?" he asked, his head trailing down my chest, his tongue searching for a peak. 

"Hate those. Unnecessary." I pushed my hand behind me and unclipped the bra from over my clothes. It was a party trick. Having done that, my fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, the curls wrapping around my fingers as he lavished me. 

God, I loved the feeling of his tongue on my breast, the heat of his breath on my skin. 

He scooted closer to me and then something rustled near us. Sebastian sat up, looking like a groundhog, poling his head out of his hole to check for an impending predator. He searched wide-eyed for a source of the obnoxious honk. He realized the truth fairly quickly. 

"There are no predators in these forests, remember? Only the stuff that will feed on your rotting body." I laughed hysterically. My eyes watered as Sebastian glared at me. 

"You think that's funny, do you?" he asked, narrowing his beautiful green eyes on me with mock menace. I couldn't help but laugh harder.

"Your face!" I managed to wheeze. Sebastian shut me up by taking his hand and placing it just between my parted legs. I became silent just like that. 

His thumb pressed on my clit through the denim, putting just the right amount of pressure so that the slight pain was enticing.

"Where did you learn that?" I muttered through a wave of maddening lust. His eyes focused on me, watching my face for the faintest reaction to my movements.

"Instinct," he said immediately. 

"Or, you have been watching some unsavory things while I am not with you," I counter, knowing his retaliation would be swift and sweet, the torture I was more than willing to endure. With minimal hesitation, Sebastian's free hand clamped down on my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipples. 

I groaned, the painful pressure seeping into me.

"As much as you want to know. You won't get the answer," he told me. "Now, lie back," he commanded. And it was an order, one that I would be foolish to ignore. I scurried back, pausing briefly when the movement pulled on my tucked-in shirt. Until finally, I dropped down. He chuckled a bit as I fumbled to release the shirt from the denim, both his hands still working me over. 

He followed me over, his hands like a leash to the parts of me he owned: my heart, my body, my mind. 

And then I realized why he was staring so intently at my face. Even though he never uttered a word of worry, the man was carefully inspecting my micro-expressions to make sure I was comfortable with his actions. 

Only Sebastian butler would use his professional training to pleasure me. Sly man. 

My legs parted. Letting him into the cradle of my body. His hand on my core dug deeper, using the heavy fabric to offer more friction where I wanted him. I didn't exactly know what I wanted, but he was more than willing to oblige. 

Part of me understood that he couldn't read my mind. Yet I knew that with the smallest movement of my fingers, he could decipher me clearly. That, he could not only hear my secret demands but feed them to me as if they were his own as well. This man this man only gave me what I wanted.

His hands left my breast and I let out a soft whimper of protest. He chuckled against my abdomen, my parted shirt leaving him a vast expanse of my skin to explore. Both my hands grasped the sides of my jeans, tugging them free of my body.

He groaned, revealing his own thoughts when he saw me and ready for him. He looked up at me through his lashed, dark intent and sheer need reflecting back at me. 

I gave him a sultry smirk and bent my knees. Sebastian took my gesture as an invitation and I nearly screamed as he lowered his face.

"Up. On your elbows," he commanded. I looked at him in confusion. No sooner had I followed his instruction as I nearly screamed. His teeth fought my reddened and slick nub. He bit as a punishment and reward in one. His intent was to surprise me. 

This was the only way he could watch me and unravel my thoughts. He gave me too much credit, thinking that I wouldn't give him my absolute honest reaction if I predicted his next move.

"Did you talk to someone?" I asked. 

He didn't answer me.