I kiss my way down his chest, tasting him, worshipping every patch of skin I can reach. When I find his nipple, I tease it gently with my teeth. Seb gasps, arching beneath me with a strangled moan.
“Remi! If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last! And stop looking so smug.”
I chuckle and lavish the same attention on the other side before trailing lower, letting my tongue dip into the hollow of his belly button. He shudders, writhing beneath me.
“Okay, okay, jeans. Off. Now,” he pants, voice hoarse and breathless.
When I unzip his jeans, I nearly black out.
Beneath them, Seb is wearing a sheer black lace thong, delicate and bold at once, doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection. I freeze, stunned, utterly captivated.
“You like what you see?” he asks, smirking like he already knows the answer.
“Oh, I like it way too much. Possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I murmur, breathless. “Though now you’re going to be even more unbearable.”
His only response is to slip a hand into my boxers, wrapping his fingers around me and stroking slowly, deliberately, devastatingly. “Remi,” he breathes, “I can’t wait anymore…”
I lean in, suck a mark onto his neck, barely holding myself together. “Then tell me what you need.”
“Lube. And… I had my STI panel done before I moved to London. All negative. And I haven’t been with anyone since. So… if you don’t want to use a condom, I’d be okay with that. I’ve never done it bare before, but… I trust you.”
His honesty hits me full force. I look at him, open, vulnerable, beautiful, and feel my chest tighten with emotion.
“Top drawer. And I had my panel done after Maddie left. All clear,” I tell him softly. “But… I’ve never done it bare either. Not even with her.”
His brows rise, surprised. “Not even Maddie?”
I shake my head. “No. Even in a relationship, we didn’t want to risk pregnancy.”
He snorts. “Well, I don’t think that’ll be a problem here. Then again, never say never.”
“You’re such a menace,” I grin, heart pounding. But before we take the final step, there’s something I need to say.
“The real reason I never did it bare… it wasn’t just about safety. I think it’s because I never wanted that kind of closeness with anyone before. But now I do. With you. I want to feel that connection, completely. And I want you to feel it too.”
Whatever composure he had left unravels in an instant. He slides my boxers down with trembling hands, and I do the same for him, kissing my way down until my tongue teases him through the lace. He gasps, arching into me, and I gently peel the last barrier away.
Finally, skin to skin. Warm, bare, and breathless.
He reaches for the lube and hands it to me with a soft smile. “You’ll need to prep me… Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”
And he does, patient and tender, every whispered instruction grounding me. I move slowly, listening to his body, to his breath, to every soft sound he makes. I don’t rush a thing. Not with him.
By the time he says he’s ready, I’m shaking with need. But it’s more than physical, it’s overwhelming, like standing at the edge of something vast and beautiful.
He lies back, eyes locked with mine, and pulls me gently between his legs. I slick myself with lube, breathing deeply, trying to stay present, focused.
His hands cradle my back, fingers light but steady.
“Go on,” he murmurs. “I’m ready.”
We stay like that for a moment, hearts pounding in sync, the world narrowed to just this space between us. He reaches up and cups my face, voice barely more than a breath. “You can move now… if you want to.”
So I do. Slowly, carefully, like every motion is a promise. I kiss him as I move, soft and aching, like he’s the very air I’ve been gasping for. He meets each thrust with his own, guiding the rhythm until we’re no longer separate, just two bodies chasing the same fire.
When I wrap a hand around him, stroking him in time with my hips, his whole body arches beneath me. His breath catches, eyes wide and dazed.
“Oh god, Remi… I’ve never felt anything like this, ever.”
