Page 108 of When We Ignite

“I asked you to teach me,” he insisted.

“And I am. Get your mouth back on me,” I said patiently. He huffed but complied. I got my hands in his hair, guiding him as he worked over me again. “Go a little faster,” I murmured. He increased his pace slightly, and I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Hold it there. Don’t stop.”

He maintained the rhythm for a few minutes before pulling back, panting slightly. “I’m sorry,” he said, stroking me with his hand. “My jaw hurts.”

“Practice makes perfect,” I teased, chuckling softly as he ran his tongue over his lips.

I sat up, pulling his hand away and pushing him gently onto his back. I leaned over him, kissing him deeply. “You’re doing perfectly, darling. I didn’t stop you because you were doing anything wrong. I know you want me to come, and I’m serious about how much your voice affects me.”

He blushed, his hand reaching for me again. “But I wanted?—”

“And you are,” I said, leaning in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “Tell me what you want. Say it, Ethan. Ask me for it.”

“I don’t?—”

“Yes, you do. You’re smart, Ethan. You know what I want to hear. Tell me,” I urged, stroking myself as I waited for him to catch on. “You have the power to make me come. Trust me.”

He exhaled shakily. “Fuck,” he murmured. His hand was still hovering over mine as I worked it over my cock.

“You don’t know what your voice does to me,” I said. “When you moan, when you call my name—it gets me so fucking hard.”

He took a minute, steeling his resolve before starting softly. “I want you to kiss me.”

“That’s it, darling”

“I want you to suck me off,” he said, his raspy voice rich as velvet.

I closed my eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“I want you to get your fingers into me,” he added.

I groaned, my grip tightening as I picked up the pace. Ethan’s hand moved in sync with mine, following my rhythm.

“I want you to get your tongue into me,” he said, his tone gaining confidence.

I panted against his neck, my breath hitching as his words conjured the memory of how good he sounded moaning my name. Then his other hand crept into my hair, pulling me closer until his lips brushed my ear.

“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered.

The sound of it pulled a deep, guttural moan from me. “I want to fuck you so badly,” I replied.

He nodded, a flush blooming across his skin. “I want that too,” he murmured. “I want you to work me open, get me ready for you. You’re so fucking good with your hands.” His voice came in a rush, trembling with anticipation.

I groaned again, his fingers tightening in my hair as he tilted his hips up, pressing against me, hard and eager. He was giving in, piece by piece.

“Keep going,” I urged, my voice rough with need.

Ethan’s hand moved lower, cupping my balls in his palm.“I want you to fuck me so hard, hold me down on the bed, and make me come,” he said, his words filled with want.

My cock throbbed in response.

He moved his hand upward, pushing mine out of the way, and started stroking me at my same pace, keeping the momentum going.

“Do you like it hard?”

“With you? Yes,” he breathed. “I like it hard with you, Ash,” he whispered, and I swore I could die happy listening to him talk like that.He sounded so sexy, so willing to surrender himself to me.

“I want you to come for me. Can you do that?”