Page 142 of When We Ignite
“Pet,” I called softly, trying to bring his attention back to me. It took several tries, but when his eyes finally locked with mine, I smiled. “I’m going to add another one,” I warned him gently. “It might burn a bit at first. If it’s uncomfortable, push back.”
Ethan nodded, easing himself onto the bed, his body visibly relaxing.
I stroked his cock lightly, sucking him just enough to distract him as I added a third finger. He let out a small, uncomfortable sound, but when I slowed my movements, his body adjusted. I felt him pushing back slightly, then relaxing, letting me ease further in.
It didn’t take long for him to accommodate the stretch, and when his body softened completely, his moans rising in pitch, I knew he was ready.
I slid my fingers from him, pressing soft kisses along his overheated skin as I moved up his body.
I kissed his cheek, my lips lingering for a moment as Ethan turned his flushed face toward me. His expression was vulnerable but breathtakingly beautiful.
“I need to get you on your front, all fours,” I said softly, kissing him again but feeling the hesitation ripple through his body. “It’ll be easier for you that way. Once you’re comfortable, I’ll turn you around.”
He held me by the neck, stopping me from pulling away. “Ash.”
“Yes, darling?”
“You’re not going to hurt me, right?”
“Of course not, pet,” I assured him immediately, cupping his face. “I’ll go as slow as you need. I promise it’ll feel good. It might be uncomfortable at first while you adjust, but as soon as you relax, we’ll both have the best fucking time of our lives.”
Ethan nodded, though the worry in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared. “Okay.”
I kissed him deeply before he turned and shifted into position. Reaching for the lube and a condom, I prepared myself, glancing over at him. Ethan was on all fours, his body taut with tension.
Leaning over his back, I kissed the curve of his neck, one arm wrapping around his waist. “On your elbows,” I instructed gently. “I need you to arch for me. If it feels like too much, take a deep breath, let your legs fall open, and arch.”
He adjusted, lowering himself further and following my instructions. I kept kissing his back, my lips brushing against his heated skin, as I guided myself to his entrance. Ethan flinched slightly at the contact but stayed still, his breaths uneven.
I let go of his waist, placing a final kiss between his shoulder blades, and steadied him with my hands on his hips. The sight of him like this nearly undid me. “Relax, my darling,” I murmured, my voice soft, before pressing forward, watching his body let me in.
I closed my eyes tightly and kept my hips still.
“Ash,” he said, his voice uncertain.
“Remember what I said,” I reminded him, kissing his shoulder.
Ethan took a deep breath and arched his back slightly, allowing me to press in further.
I moved slowly, giving him time to adjust. Pressing my palm on the bed, I leaned closer to him. I kept pushing, and he let out a sound—one that might have been discomfort.
“Is it too much?”
He shook his head.
As I pushed in deeper, his groans continued, and I stopped to kiss his shoulder again. “We’re almost there, darling,” I reassured him, my voice soothing, though every fiber of my being was on edge.
I pulled back slightly before pressing forward again, sinking deeper. His body was impossibly tight, the sensation nearly overwhelming as I focused on staying steady. “Almost there,” I said, and pushed again, letting go of my cock and pressing my hand down on his tailbone. He arched further and I sank in, our hips aligned, his perfect ass nestled on my groin. There couldn’t be a better feeling than this. I moaned as he clenched around me, running my hands over his back and kissing his neck.
“You did beautifully, my darling,” I whispered to his skin. “You feel so fucking good.”
I kept my hips still, waiting for him to get used to the feeling. It took me a minute to think through the pleasure and realize Ethan was quiet. Too quiet.
“Pet, are you okay?”
It took him a moment, but he finally shook his head. Fear surged through me.
“Is it too much?” I asked again, my voice tight with concern.
