We were living for the moment, forgetting strings and complications, and finally relieving what felt like weeks of tension between us. It crackled beneath my skin, like static ready to burst.
With his mouth inches from my own, as his brown eyes softened, Seb dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear.
I pushed my hips into his touch.
Heat pulsed through my body at the contact. I forgot what it was like to be pleasured like this from someone other than myself. And Seb was gentle about it, coaxing and teasing each moan and soft sigh.
My lips parted on a breath as he gently stroked my clit.
He smiled softly. “Good?”
I nodded, eyes barely open.
He moved his touch lower and slowly slid his middle fingers into me.
I gripped the sheet in my hands, rocking my hips to the come-hither motion of his fingers.
I reached my hand down between us and dipped my hand under the waistband of his underwear, finding him hard, hot, and straining as I curled my hand around his thick shaft. He immediately rolled into my touch, moaning heavily as he continued to touch and kiss me.
It was way too late to back out now. We had our foot on the accelerator. No brakes.
“Condoms?” I was already imagining how amazing he would feel as my hand slowly slid up and down around him. He wasn’t cut and felt gloriously decorated with veins.
“Shit,” Seb hissed.
The stroking from both of us slowed to a stop. He looked down between us, his expression filled with guilt. “I didn’t bring them ‘cause it was just bubble tea. I didn’t want you thinking you owedme anything else. But I also didn’t think we were coming back here. Also, please don’t think that protection isn’t a big deal to me, ‘cause it is—"
“Seb.” My breath was a little labored as I grinned up at him. “Check my drawer.”
His eyebrows went up, and his face relaxed. “Wait, really?”
“I hope so.”
Unable to contain his smile, he practically leapt off the bed and pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand on our right.
His eyes widened as he peered into the drawer.
I bit my lip in anticipation and watched in amusement as he lifted what he spotted inside.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, eyeing the thick, purple vibrator. “Aren’t you full of surprises?”
“I dated a boy who never let me finish. It’s good to have one handy.”
A playfulness came over him. “Did you wanna use it now?”
I laughed and then rolled onto my side, tracing circles into the bed covers with my finger as I looked up at him. “Tempting, but I want you, Seb. Just you.”
His smile turned into a smirk as he kept his eyes on me, dropped the vibrator back into the drawer, and fished out a condom. He cocked his head back as he did.
My heart leapt at the subtle shift in the mood, and I started removing my underwear, ready for him as he watched. I waited for nerves to set in, but none came. Everything about this felt right. Unless that was lust talking.
When Seb returned to the bed, he spread my thighs gently. “You’re beautiful.”
Eyes locked on his, my throat bobbed, and I slowly sat up as he knelt between my legs again.
“So are you.” Curling my fingers under his waistband, I edged his underwear down until he sprang free. I gently took thecondom from his hand and tore the wrapper with my teeth before rolling the protection onto him. He hummed at the sensation, and it only aroused me more before I leaned forward and pressed slow kisses to his lower abdomen.
Seb tilted my head up with his finger under my chin, and then stooped down to kiss me while I lay back again. In between the messy kisses and him palming my breast through my bralette, he lined himself up with me.
