Chapter 11
Kira
I hadn’t been like this with anyone in so long. Someone gentle and kind who respected boundaries but also encouraged me to do better for myself — to expand my comfort zone and relearn how to accept love. A better kind of love. The kind of love from a good friend.
The way Seb’s hands gripped my thighs and the way I rolled my hips against him said he was more than a good friend.
His hands were lightly calloused and strong from working days as a roof tiler, but each touch, full of want for my body to be connected to his, was gentle. Slow. Everywhere he touched burned deep, nourishing the growing ache within me that had been neglected before.
He underestimated how far up the bed he was when he lowered me to it in our hot and heavy frenzy, accidentally knocking the top of my head against the small shelf on the wall above my bed.
It was home to several succulents and a newly planted Pothos vine.
Their pots rattled slightly at the sudden disturbance, and I clutched the top of my head, giggling.
“Shit, Kira. I’m so sorry,” Seb said, resting on his elbows. His dark brown eyes were full of concern as he looked at the top of my head.
I traced my thumb along the fullness of his lips. “Seb, I’m fine. This is okay.”
Seb grinned with relief, and then we were kissing again. I found comfort in the weight of his toned body on mine, and smoothed my hands down over his muscular back.
He drew back to his knees, slow and steady as he drank me in with his eyes.
The rain outside eased, and the clouds parted, creating a perfectly timed natural spotlight to illuminate him as he knelt between my legs. All he was doing was making room to remove my jeans, yet every motion sent my heart soaring.
I watched every beautiful inch of him as he unzipped my jeans.
When it came to removing them, still damp from the rain, there was a bit of resistance as they clung to my thighs.
He tugged them off in length, meaning my legs were up in the air as he stood over me, with both of us laughing as the pants came off.
“Yours too,” I said breathlessly, brushing my unruly hair from my face.
He knelt again, hastily undoing his fly until I couldn’t resist and pulled him down to kiss him.
“I can’t take off my pants if you keep kissing me,” he mumbled onto my lips.
My teeth grazed his lip as I smiled, but I let him sit back again.
After rolling onto his back to awkwardly tug his jeans off and toss them across the room, Seb returned to rest between my legs.
The bulge in his underwear pressed against me as the kisses grew more intense and the reality of the situation settled around us.
But neither of us were stopping. There were no reservations, not when we smiled as we moaned and laughed softly when we discovered how our bodies reacted to each other.
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 owed me 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 the condom 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.
No more hesitation, he kissed me as he pushed in slowly.
Pleasurably slow as I grew accustomed to the width, and the subtle ache that faded quickly.
The sound I released as he sank deeper was a mix of a cry and a moan.
I gripped the shelf above my head and accidentally bumped one of the plants.
The pot fell and spilled soil across the pillow beside my head.
Laughter bubbled up from inside me while Seb chuckled and pulled us up.
I straddled his waist and slid onto him completely, gasping at the depth as soil fell from the ends of my hair.
I rolled my hips, adjusting to the feeling of fullness I wasn’t used to.
“All good?” Seb asked, holding my waist as he watched my face with half closed eyes.
I hummed my response as I gripped his shoulders. “We made a mess.”
Seb’s smile was lazy as his hands skimmed down to my hips. “Oops.”
I bit my lip as I smiled too, and then slowly drove my hips in a circle, exploring every little sensation it created for us until we found a steady rhythm. Pleasure pulsed through my body with every motion, spreading through my nerves in a rush of heat as I palmed his back.
Seb’s hands roamed up between my shoulder blades, warm and comforting, before he unclasped my bralette. Once it fell away, he kissed my throat, and I dropped my head back, releasing a moan as I fell undone.