Page 147 of When We Ignite

If it happened with someone else, all I’d be able to do was compare. Wonder if it could ever feel like this.

At least this way, I could keep him special forever. As my first.

I pressed closer to him, sliding my hand over his chest, down the firm expanse of his torso. Sebastian always praised me, but his body deserved admiration too. Lean and well-defined, it fit him perfectly. My fingers hesitated briefly at the waistband of his briefs before slipping inside to find him. His cock was warm in my hand, half-hard, and the memory of how closely acquainted we had become last night made my face flush.

I began stroking him slowly, pressing soft kisses to his neck, hoping to wake him.

Sebastian hummed and I tightened my grip, drawing a soft moan from him. He stirred, his hand sliding up my back until it found bare skin. His palm settled on my ass, and he let out an appreciative sound before squeezing me firmly.

“This is definitely the best way to wake up,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling against my jaw. He hooked a leg over mine, pulling me closer, and let his fingers wander lower. When they slipped between my cheeks and brushed over my rim, I gasped.

“You’re even more handsy when you’re sleepy.”

“Guilty,” he said, chuckling.

Sebastian shifted lower on the bed, pulling my leg over his hip. Goosebumps exploded as he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck, his hand exploring me with unhurried intent. I barely managed to keep stroking him in this position, but I wasn’t about to stop.

“Where’s the lube?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep and arousal.

I reached around, fumbling until my hand found the bottle, passing it to him. The cap clicked open, and within moments, his finger was back, slick and insistent as it pressed inside me.

“That’s better. Hike your leg up.”

I adjusted, giving him a better angle, and as his finger moved inside me, I moaned involuntarily.

“Much better,” he purred.

Sebastian added a second finger, sliding in effortlessly this time, and groaned softly. “You’re so relaxed,” he whispered, his lips brushing my chest.

I arched into his touch, letting the pleasure consume me. “I love how you use your hands.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his fingers moving faster, pressing harder.

“Yeah. Get another one in,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess them.

He paused, his eyes meeting mine, half-lidded with lust. “Are you sure about that?”

I tugged on his hair. “Let’s try again.”

“You don’t have to pressure yourself,” Sebastian said gently.

“I’m not. I want this. I want you. I need it to be you, and I need it to be now.”

“You don’t have to do this for me.”

“I’m not. This is for me. I want you inside of me again. Make me come like that, Ash, please.”

His lips parted, his expression was conflicted for a brief moment before he nodded. “Anything you want, my darling.” He kissed my chin softly.

“Just don’t—” I began, and he froze, waiting. “I don’t want you to turn me around, even if it’s easier. Can we face each other?”

His gaze softened. “Yes, we can.” He worked a third one in, the stretch burning for a moment before easing, leaving only pleasure in its wake. His free hand slid between us, stroking me gently, amplifying every sensation.

He kept an excruciatingly slow pace, teasing me until I felt like I was going to lose control. Just as the tension built to an unbearable point, Sebastian pulled his hand away. He leaned over me, kissing me deeply—dirty and uncoordinated, and fucking perfect.

Reaching to the nightstand, he grabbed a condom. The faint rustling of the wrapper filled the quiet room, and my heart clenched. This time it was equal parts nerves and anticipation.

He gave me a questioning look. His hair was a mess of waves, his face flushed just slightly, and when I nodded, he smiled—a small, reassuring curve of his lips.