He tilts his head. “Better be.”
“But seriously…” My voice dips. “I’ve only had your fingers. Never the real thing.”
I hold his gaze for a beat, then slip my thumb between my teeth, biting down gently as I nod once.
“I want to try it.”
His brows lift.
“Really?”
“Apparently, it takes a near-death experience to make me want to lose my ass virginity.”
He sits up, brows lifting as he studies my face, like he is trying to decide whether I'm joking or spiraling. “You sure?” he asks. “Because the other night, you said you were afraid my dick might break you.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, but it didn’t.”
His grin comes instantly. “Now it sounds like a challenge.”
“I swear to God, Seth,” I point at him. “If you try to go all the way in without prepping me first, I will beat your ass.”
Seth laughs, the sound vibrating through the room. “Fuck, I love you.” He leans in and kisses me, then pulls back and stands. “Lay on your stomach.”
I turn slowly, my heart thudding harder with every second as anticipation settles in. I adjust, burying my face into the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets.
I hear the drawer slide open behind me. The soft rustle of supplies follows.
Then the quiet click of the lube bottle.
The cold hits first. A smooth, sudden slickness as he pours it over me. His hands follow immediately, spreading it with long, slow strokes. He takes his time, working it in from my hips down to the space between my cheeks, massaging it into my skin with steady pressure until my body starts reacting without permission.
I feel the heat of him behind me, close. His cock brushes the back of my thigh with every small shift of his weight. The contact makes my breath catch, my hips twitching.
“Your ass drives me insane,” he mutters, his voice tight with restraint. “You have no idea what it does to me.”
His hands don’t rush. He keeps moving, spreading me open, then smoothing his palms back over my skin. His thumbs press in as he pulls me wider, holding me there for a second.
He exhales, then spanks me. Just enough to sting.
The sound cracks through the room.
My hips jolt.
“Had to,” he says. “This is one of my favorite views on the planet.”
“Pervert,” I laugh into the pillow.
“For you, I am.”
His mouth presses to my skin. Then a bite at the curve of my hip, sharp enough to pull a gasp from me.
His hands hold me open as he lowers himself.
Then I feel it.
The first pass of his tongue over me.
I jerk, a broken sound catching in my throat as the heat of his mouth hits me. He doesn’t stop. He licks again, slower this time, dragging his tongue over the tight ring of muscle before circling it with obscene precision.
