Just a Simple Love Story by Kimberley Nunes (best historical fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

trousers before pulling down the zip. Once again I stroked along his impressive length feeling the wetness between my thighs rise. Sebastian straightened up, pulling me with him. He positioned me in front of him and sat back on the bed, taking off his shoes and socks.

“Turn around” he instructed me.

I did as I was told and faced away from him feeling his cold fingers run across my back and find the tiny zipper of the dress. My beautiful dress pooled at my feet as the Benz undid my zipper leaving me only in my red thongs and high heels. I felt both his hand on either side of my waist as he was standing behind me now. His lips pressed feather-light kisses across my back and up my nape before both of Sebastian’s hand cupped my breast.

“I want you Kaitlynn” he grazed my earlobe with his teeth.

I let myself fall back onto his naked body and relished the skin-to-skin contact. My boyfriend hooked his index fingers into the last piece of clothing I had on either side and yanked down my thongs in one swift movement.

“Take off your shoes” he whispered hoarsely while taking my hand and helping me step out of my underwear and heels.

Sebastian pushed me gently onto the bed. He towered over me still wearing his undone trousers and trunk briefs. I watched him like a hawk as he slipped out of his pants first and then freed himself from his briefs. My breathing hitchhiked infinitesimally seeing him gloriously naked. I parted my legs as my opposite kneeled on the edge of the bed. His hands caressed my thighs before he trailed kisses along the inside and up to my navel.

“You smell divine Kaity” he murmured while kissing his way up between both my breast and reaching my lips. “Let’s see whether you are ready.”

With this he inserted first one then two finger into me making me moan in pure desire.

“You are so ready” he smiled against my lips.

“Please… Sebastian” I pleaded not able to wait anymore.

“As you wish, Doc” he kissed me. “Move up a bit.”

I did as instructed in light speed making my boyfriend laugh at my eagerness. Sebastian positioned himself between my legs guiding first only the tip of his erection slightly into me, before gliding his entire length inside, making me cry out and filling me entirely. He held a steady and deliciously slow rhythm allowing me to savor every single bit. I wrapped both my arms around his neck while my legs curled around his waist and with every stroke Sebastian picked up his pouncing. I felt my orgasm build up with every welcome thump and slowly reach my limit.

“Sebastian” I breathed heavily.

“Not yet” he greeted through his teeth.

I bore my nails into his shoulder blades.

“I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Come!” the Benz growled after three more hard strokes.

At his command I shattered completely beneath him, crying out his name. At the same time I felt his warm liquid shoot out inside me before Sebastian slumped on top of me. Out breathing was ragged as our sweaty bodies clung to each other.

“I love you” I heard him whisper into my ear.

Catching my breath I replied: “I love you, Sebastian.”

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"Sir? The seats need to be kept upright when taking off and landing. Is your companion's seat belt fastened?"

"I'll wake her up right away."

I felt something or rather someone pinch me lightly in my cheek.

"Mmmh" I yawned opening my eyes slowly.

"We are about to land, lazy bum" my boyfriend's voice reached my ears.

I rubbed off the remaining sleep from my eyes and sat up straight.

"What? We have already reached?" my drowsiness was slowly vanishing, while the former excitement took over.

"Surprised?" he mockingly asked.

"You bet" I replied equally cheeky.

"Fasten your seat belt or that flight attendant is going to despair" Sebastian told me.

The young Benz and I were seated in the business class of our overseas flight heading to my hometown for Christmas. I hadn't seen my parents in nearly a year and therefor decided on spending my Christmas vacation back home. Of course, the very fact that Sebastian and I had been dating now for around six months meant that I wanted him to accompany me and meet my family. To my amusement, this had made the otherwise so overly calm, stoic and cocky Benz nervous. I chuckled recalling his surprised and terrified face while the air hostess went by our seats, checking whether I had buckled my belt at last.

"What's so funny?" he asked frowning.

"I am just so excited to see all of them again" I smiled.

"Hn" the young Benz settled back to scowling at the seat in front of him.

I took his comparatively large hand into mine and squeezed it, smiling reassuringly: "No need to be nervous."

"Who said I am nervous?" Sebastian asked dryly.

"Fine, then just relax" I leaned back in my seat looking out the window and seeing tiny houses passing by us, while I absentmindedly played with my boyfriend's hand.

Nostalgia arose in me.

"Did you miss all of this?" he asked gently.

I nodded once: "Yeah, I did."

My dad had moved here before I was born, believing to have a well-paid job in prospect. Mom and I joined him when I turned four. Times had been hard on the entire family, as matters concerning money had been tight, especially after my brother was born two years later. But somehow my parents were able to keep us above water, never denying their children anything. I eventually started different part-time jobs, including giving tuitions, waitressing and helping in laboratories as temporary worker. I always had one goal in life: I would make something out of myself and repay my parents, no matter what it took. Till today I can't explain whether it had been luck or fate, but during university I met a professor in my field who came to like my work. He was the professor who supported and promoted my research over the entire time and who had convinced the faculty in the very hospital I now worked for to employ me.The aircraft landed, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Dear passengers, we thank you for choosing..." nobody actually listened to the announcement, but rather got ready to head out of the plane.

"Shall we?" Sebastian held out his hand as he was already standing in the aisle.

I smiled and thankfully took it. Yes, nobody can tell me whether it was luck or fate that led me to exactly that hospital where Ian was transferred. The very hospital I met this man, who cherishes and loves me without any doubt. Who would have thought? We walked to the conveyor belt wanting to claim our luggage.

"That's mine!" I squealed pointing at the grey hard-cover suitcase.

The Benz dragged it off the rotating belt.

"I can see yours!"

Sebastian smirked shaking his head: "Sometimes you can be worse than a five-year old, you know that?"

While saying that he drew his suitcase off the belt. Taking my hand in his and his suitcase in the other, Sebastian led us out of the restricted area, while I somehow managed to pull my luggage behind me. We walked through the automatic glass doors just to be greeted by a wave of people waiting for their loved ones. My eyes wondered through the crowd before spotting a tall man with wavy dark brown hair, highlighted by a few grey streaks here and there. His greenish-grey eyes found me making him flash his brightest smile.

"Let's go, Sebastian" I excitedly dragged my boyfriend.

We hurriedly walked past a few people before I let go of my companion's hand and instead spread my hands awaiting a slender and short woman with cropped dark brown hair run into me.

"Kaite" she called while rapping her arms around me tightly.

"Mom!" I exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh!" she let go to inspect every inch of my face, while cupping it gently. "Child, you look poorly."

I rolled my eyes at my mother, expecting something like this: "Really mom? We meet after one year and that's all you say?"

Her dark brown eyes shone as brightly as the smile she presented. She let go of me and made way for my father, who had watched silently grinning.

"You haven't grown, babes" he commented while hugging me.

"As observant as ever, dad" I chuckled.

"Oh, mom, dad?"I turned around pulling Sebastian to my side, seeing my parents standing next to each other happily and contently from the corner of my eye.

"Mom, dad, this is Sebastian Benz" I introduced peeking from around his back. "And these are my parents, Mariam and Stefan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Noakes" the young Benz formally greeted my parents.

"Oh please, Sebastian" my mother waved him off smiling widely, "no need to be so formal."

"Get used to it, mom" I laughed, "that's how the Benz roll."

"Really?" she asked seriously making my father and me grin even wider.

"Let's move this conversation to a more comfortable place" dad suggested pulling my suitcase behind him.

"Oh, and Sebastian?" he turned to face my boyfriend. "Welcome and nice to meet you."

This was the first time the Benz smiled after leaving the plane: "Thank you."

We walked to where dad had parked the car and loaded our luggage into the trunk before driving off to my old home.

After reaching the house Sebastian and I had first unpacked in my old room and showered. My mom had already prepared dinner before coming to pick us up and only needed to warm everything. I enjoyed my bath after the tiring eleven-hour flight and joined my dad and boyfriend who were already sipping a red wine while talking about sports in the living room. A huge Christmas tree was put up in the far corner of the room. It hadn't been decorated, yet. They simultaneously looked in my direction as I entered the room, towel in hand and hair dripping wet.

"How often-"

"Babes, your-" they both started.

I giggled at their synchronicity: "Who would have thought a glass of wine and my bad habit of not drying my hair was enough to bond the both of you."

Dad laughed wholeheartedly while Sebastian smiled shaking his head.

"But seriously, babes. You need to wipe that hair of yours" my father reprimanded.

"Come here" my boyfriend called. "Sit down there and hand me your towel."

Chuckling I did as I was told. The young Benz was used to drying my hair, as I never cared doing so myself.

"Food is ready!" we heard my mom shout from the kitchen.

I stood up in a split second leaving the two men in surprise and walked to where my mother was: "Need help, mom?"

She nodded: "Get the plates and silverware and lay the table. After finishing that take the food out."

Her ordering me around reminded me of all the old days we spent in the same manner while I set the table in our dining room.

"Do your boyfriend and father need an extra invitation?" she wanted to know rather irritated from the kitchen.

"Coming" I heard my dad call. "Get used to this, Sebastian. She always gets all bossy when in the kitchen."

"Right, but just observe her mood change when she brings in the food" both, my dad and I expectantly waited for her to enter.

Sebastian took his seat opposite me and followed our line of gaze. My