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He arranges himself at the head of the bed, sitting with his legs out in front of him. I pass him the bottle of lube and he squeezes an extra dollop onto his palm. I’m not even sure we need it, to be honest, with the amount of lube he’s already squirted into my ass and all the pre-cum he’s leaking. He gives himself a couple strokes, then looks up at me. “Ready?”

I nod.

“Come here.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHRISTIAN

I am sorely out of practice. There was a time when I could fuck all day, balanced in that sweet spot where I’m aroused enough to stay hard, but not too much that I’m on the brink of coming every damn minute.

Today, I’ve almost blown my load more times than I’d like to admit.

Sebastian holds onto my shoulders as he swings a leg over my lap and straddles me. His lithe body is up close and unfiltered, right in front of my eyes. His face has been the epitome of pure arousal since the moment I put my lips to his. Those dark eyes and long lashes are two deep pools of lust. His lips are rosy and bruised from our kisses. His skin is glowing and I want to drag my tongue over every inch of it.

So I might be out of practice, or it might just be Sebastian. Because I don’t remember being this turned on by anyone in a very long time.

I wrap my lube-slicked hand around Sebastian’s dick and give it a couple strokes. He gasps and grabs my wrist, squeezing hard as he pants.

“Too much?”

He nods frantically. I guess I’m not the only one on a hair-trigger. I give him another stroke, gentler this time. I can’t help myself. His dick is long and slender and about a million times more beautiful in person than it is on a computer screen. And the way it fits in my hand? It feels like it was designed specifically for me.

I take his hand and bring it behind his thigh to my cock. “You lead. Take your time.”

He shifts so the tip notches against the entrance to his body and we both pause for a couple breaths. I can already feel the heat of his ass like this, the promise of what’s to come. I keep one hand on Sebastian’s dick, helping him stay hard with leisurely pulls. The other hand roams wherever I can reach. His thigh, his ass, his back.

Sebastian tries to sink down on me. Nothing happens. He tries again and I can feel him opening up, but it’s not enough for me to pop inside.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“It’s okay. Go slow. There’s no rush.” I keep my voice low and trail my lips along his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Anything I can do to help him relax, to keep him soft and malleable.

Sebastian lets out a frustrated growl. He wants me inside him, he doesn’t want to be patient. I can understand, I feel the same way. But we’re not going to get where we both want to go if we rush it.

“Shh,” I whisper into his ear. “Easy. Relax. Breathe.”

I feel Sebastian take a deep inhale and hold it for a second before letting it back out. Some of the tension in his muscles melt away with the exhale. He tries again.

It works. I pop in. It’s hot. It’s tight. Almost too tight.

“Oh my god,” I groan at the same time as Sebastian gasps and makes a pained sound.

His dick has gone limp in my hand and he drops his forehead down to my shoulder, fingers digging into my arm.

I massage his cock and plant tender, lingering kisses on his ear, down his neck. I stroke him and soothe him and hold him until his body adjusts and the pain passes. It’s always the hardest the first time. It’ll be easier next time.

Next time.

My hands tighten involuntarily on Sebastian and he whines again, something between pleasure and pain. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and I’m enveloped in him. Sweet and sensual. Sexy and smart. Sebastian is this clash of opposites that shouldn’t work, and yet, it does. I don’t know if there will ever be a next time for us, but I like the idea of it. I love the idea of it.

“Shh,” I murmur. “It’s okay. You’re doing great.”

Sebastian starts to move, rocking gently back and forth, letting gravity pull him down onto me. His thigh muscles are trembling under his weight and I wrap my arm around him to help.

“There you go. That’s it.”

Sweat has broken out across Sebastian’s skin and it runs down the side of his face. I lick up the salty bead, then catch Sebastian’s mouth to feed it to him. He moans and sinks down another inch. His dick is hard again and his movements are stronger, surer.

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