Page 106 of When We Ignite
“You already did,” I told him, letting my smile show. “I loved hearing you like that—completely uninhibited.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t finished,” he replied, his hand moving more purposefully now.
I reached down, wrapping my hand over his to stop him. Ethan frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.
“I don’t have to,” I said gently. “I just wanted to make you come. Besides,” I added, a small grin tugging at my lips, “it’ll be harder for me like this.”
“Like what?”
“With just your hand,” I admitted.
Ethan’s expression turned thoughtful for a moment before his gaze settled on mine. “Then teach me,” he said, determination in his voice.
I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“Teach me how to make you come. I want to do it too,” he said, his eyes unwavering.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded without hesitation. “I don’t like sitting back and letting you do all the work. This is supposed to be the both of us,” he insisted, his conviction making me smile.
“I told you I wanted to spoil you,” I reminded him, unable to help the amused warmth in my tone.
“Come on, Ash. You also said you’d let me in on it next time,” he countered stubbornly.
I released his hand, letting him resume stroking me. Leaning in, I kissed him slowly and deeply. He halted his movement, melting into the kiss.
“If you want to make me come, darling, there are two ways you can go about it,” I murmured against his lips.
He nodded, eager for me to continue.
“You can climb over me and ride me,” I said, watching his eyes widen as his hand froze mid-stroke. I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, planting another soft kiss there. “Or,” I went on, “you can use that pretty little mouth of yours. I can teach you how, if that’s what you want. Both options—but only when you’re ready.”
Ethan hesitated, parting his lips as if to say something, but the words caught in his throat. I kissed him again, a light, lingering touch.
“Ash…”
“I can wait, sweetheart,” I assured him softly. “I can wait.”
I kissed him once more, deepening it, letting my tongue curve into his mouth. He responded with the same eagerness as always. Ethan was an exceptional kisser—demanding but intuitive, perfectly toeing the line between following my lead and pulling me back for more. Every time I tried to pull away, he would hook his fingers in my hair or grip the back of my neck, keeping me close. His lips were impossibly soft, and the way his tongue moved—warm, insistent—had me longing for more.
I would fucking love feeling him around me, but I knew how to be patient with these things. I loved giving pleasure and earning his moans in return. I was used to it. The more I slept with someone, the more it became about them, and Ethan brought it out of me even more. All I wanted to do was make him come over and over again.
His grip on me tightened as he began moving his hand again, drawing me out of my reverie. I broke the kiss to look at him.
“Okay,” he breathed, his voice barely audible.
It took me a moment to register what he was saying, whether it was an offer or an acknowledgment to wait.
“Show me how to do it,” he said, his tone steady.
“What?” I asked, needing to be sure I’d heard him right.
Ethan licked his lips, nodding with newfound confidence. “Walk me through it—how to suck you off,” he said, his words blunt and direct.
My eyes widened at his sudden boldness, but the smug smile tugging at his lips told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Are you—” I began.
