Page 90 of When We Ignite
I nodded, trying to focus on the rhythm of his hand stroking me and the hot breath brushing against me before his mouth engulfed me again. The pressure of his finger increased, and when I tried to concentrate on it again, I realized it had already slipped past.
The sensation wasn’t painful—just strange, foreign. I focused on relaxing against the bed, my grip on his hair loosening as I gave in to the new feeling. He pressed further, and while it wasn’t something I was used to, it wasn’t bad. Then he curled his finger upward, and that changed everything.
My thighs tightened instinctively, trapping him between them as I gasped sharply. A low, appreciative groan rumbled against me, vibrating like electricity up my spine. My legs trembled, and when he repeated the motion—curving his finger as he almost pulled out—another gasp escaped me.
He set a rhythm, each upward curve sending a jolt through my body, raw and intense. My breaths hitched and transformed into a series of uncontrollable moans, my hands tangling in his hair as I tried to hold on to something, anything.
It was too much—overwhelming—but then, somehow, his mouth, his hand, his movements all fell perfectly in sync. My eyes rolled back, and I gave in completely, chasing the pleasure with abandon.
“Ah, fuck,” I gasped as he applied even more pressure, speeding up his movements. My throat felt raw as raspy, pleading moans spilled out without restraint.
Sebastian didn’t relent. Occasionally, he’d lift his mouth just to stroke me in long motions before starting over. His finger remained steady, pressing into that maddening spot, and it was impossible to do anything but surrender. Somewhere in the haze, I knew I should feel embarrassed, but the thought barely flickered before dissolving into the sensation.
“Ash,” I tried again, my voice trembling. It came out more as a plea than a warning.
He responded by taking me deeper and swallowing around my cock. My fingers tightened in his hair, and his touch felt like pure electricity. My body coiled tighter, the release looming closer, unstoppable.
“Fuck,” I gasped as my body tensed and unraveled all at once. My legs tightened around him, not pushing him away but holding him in place as I came with a force that left me breathless. I felt every pulse, still throbbing in his hand, his mouth. Apologies swirled in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t summon the energy to voice them. Instead, I collapsed back onto the bed, my ironclad grip on his hair finally relaxing.
Sebastian pulled away, and I turned onto my side, eyes closed tightly as the aftershocks rippled through me. “Fuck,” I muttered again, heat rising to my face. There was ringing in my ears. My whole body was still buzzing with the force of the release as I tried to even my breathing.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him walk to the sink, rinsing his mouth and washing his hands. My embarrassment flared, and I groaned, covering my face with my hand.
The bed dipped under his weight as he returned, his hands trailing over my ribs, his lips brushing my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“Why are you sorry?” His voice was low, rumbling against my skin as his lips moved to my neck.
“I couldn’t stop it.”
He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to my neck. His hand cupped my face, pulling me toward him, and his lips captured mine. I melted into the kiss, my fingers finding their way back into his hair.
“Don’t be sorry about that,” he murmured against my lips, then kissed me again.
“You told me not to and?—”
“As soon as you started losing yourself—letting me hear those mind-blowing sounds—I stopped caring too. I just wanted to make you come.”
A knot loosened in my chest at his words. “You’re not mad?”
Sebastian smiled, shaking his head. “I’m not mad,” he assured me, deepening the kiss. His hand slid into my hair, and he groaned in disappointment, making me laugh.
“Stop being such a baby about it,” I teased.
Sebastian climbed over me, settling between my legs. His lips trailed along my neck, and I blinked up at the ceiling. He was still hard. I had no idea what I was supposed to do in this situation.
“Why are you tensing up again?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
I closed my eyes, frustrated. “You’re still…”
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Yes, I am,” he confirmed, his lips finding their way to my jaw, then back to my lips.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about that,” I admitted, watching his smile grow.
“Nothing, darling,” he said, then paused, his expression turning thoughtful. “Although, now that I think about it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to push you a little here too.”
“What does that mean?”
