Page 105 of When We Ignite
“Relax and let me do all the work,” I told him, keeping my tone steady, soothing. “I promise you can take over next time.”
After a moment, he nodded, and I groaned softly against his skin, feeling the anticipation radiate between us.
I placed my palms on his cheeks, spreading him open to my view. He let out a faint, uncomfortable sound, but I pushed through, giving him time to adjust. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over him, slow and focused. Ethan gasped, and I repeated the motion, focusing on letting him acclimate. The tension in his body ebbed as he gradually relaxed under my hands.
That was my cue—I lingered close, directing my attention to the sensitive skin, delivering firm, precise licks.
His panting grew louder, though the moans had paused. Smiling to myself, I doubled down, determined to draw those sounds from him again. I leaned in as far as I could reach, pressing my lips against him and sucking.
“Oh God,” he moaned, his voice breaking.
I didn’t relent. I worked him harder, each movement calculated, building on his responses. Ethan began unraveling beneath me, every sound spilling out louder than the last—curses, my name, and pure, unrestrained pleasure.
“Why the fuck does that feel so good?” he choked out after a particularly intense suck, only to cut himself off with a tortured groan.
I pulled back briefly, stroking myself as I listened to him fall apart, his voice alone nearly enough to make me come.
Kneeling back, I grabbed his hips, raising him slightly from the bed. Ethan shifted onto all fours, and I groaned at the sight before pressing firmly between his shoulder blades, urging him onto his forearms. Lowering my head, I buried myself between his cheeks again, sucking as I reached for his cock, stroking him in tandem.
“Oh my fucking God,” he whined, his voice high and breathless.
That sound—so raw, so perfect—fueled me, and I closed my eyes for a second, picturing him making that same noise as I drove into him. His moans grew more frequent, more desperate, and I knew he was close. Pressing my tongue harder, I worked him until I felt his body surrender, the tip of my tongue slipping inside. Ethan whined again, the sound shaky but eager, and I pushed deeper.
“Ash,” he moaned, my name tumbling from his lips, no longer a plea or a warning but pure, uninhibited pleasure. He said it again, and again, with every stroke and every lick that hit just right.
“Ash, I’m going to come,” he gasped, his voice muffled by the sheets.
I stayed steady for him, my tongue insistent, my hand unyielding. With one final suck, Ethan let out a long, luxurious moan, and my hand warmed with his cum. I rested my forehead against his cheek, feeling the tremors of the aftershocks rippling through him as he came undone.
Smiling to myself, I pulled away, watching him collapse forward onto the bed, curling into himself. Chuckling softly, I got up and headed to the bathroom.
“Come back,” he called out, his voice still breathy.
“Just a second, darling,” I replied, washing my hand and rinsing my mouth before returning. I climbed back onto the bed, running a hand over his back, soothing him.
“Why do you do that?” he asked, his breathing still uneven.
“Common courtesy,” I said with a small smile.
Ethan turned, resting his face on my chest and wrapping an arm around my waist. “Don’t do that. I don’t mind. I mind that you leave.”
My smile deepened. “You don’t mind kissing me after?”
Before I could say more, Ethan leaned up, pressing his lips to mine. “I don’t mind at all,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak against my lips. “I’ve already told you—I like the way you taste.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer, his need palpable.
“Did you like that?” I asked, half teasing, watching the flush creep back into his face.
His gaze met mine, steady despite his exhaustion, and he nodded. “I never would’ve thought in a million years I would, but yeah—I really liked that,” he admitted.
I chuckled, running my thumb along his cheek.
Ethan’s hand drifted down my side, grazing the skin of my waist before creeping lower. His eyes stayed locked on mine, the fire in them unmistakable, as his hand wrapped around my cock. His touch was hesitant, his nerves ever present, but that spark of confidence was undeniable.
And it was perfect.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him closely.
He tightened his grip slightly, stroking downward. “Trying to make you feel good too,” Ethan said, his voice husky.
