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“Just tell me if you don’t like the sensation. Some people don’t.”

“’Kay.” I clamped my lower lip between my teeth, vibrating with anticipation.

Seb slid his finger in and out a few times, making me whimper, before he kept it buried deep and his movements grew more purposeful. After a few seconds, the tip brushed against something that made my hips jerk sharply as a weird, deep sensation shot through me.

I could hear the grin in Seb’s voice when he murmured, “There it is.”

His fingertip slid against it more firmly, then stroked with precision. My hips twitched again as I shuddered, a drawn out, guttural groan tearing from me.

“Ohhh f-fuck.”

“Like it?” He started to slowly fuck me with his finger, making sure to tag my prostate with every thrust. Suddenly, I was shaking wildly. I couldn’t speak, the words getting clogged in my throat, so I nodded as I began to push back into his finger, my movements desperate and frantic.

My eyes rolled up into my head, and a moan left me when Seb’s free hand cupped my balls, then reached between my spread legs to glide up the underside of my shaft.

“God, you’re so hard.” His fingertips caressed the wet tip of my cock, making me shudder. “And leaking so fucking much. You love this, huh?”

“Yes,” I panted, rocking back into his finger feverishly. “Yes… It f-feels so good.”

“Want another?”

“Yes,” I burst out again. One finger suddenly didn’t feel like enough. “Yeah, pl-please, Seb—”

He moaned, dipping down to kiss the small of my back as he slid his finger free. I heard him spit, and then he was stroking my hole again, before gently pressing inside.

There was a brief ache, but the feeling of fullness quickly overrode it and made me moan desperately. I wanted this, but more. I wanted to feel his dick sliding inside me, I wanted to know that he was getting pleasure too, that we were connected even more intimately.

“S-Seb.” I turned my head to rest my cheek on the pillow so he could hear me clearly, breathing hard. “W-will you fuck me? Please. Please… I want to feel it.”

He groaned hoarsely, sliding his fingers deep and stroking my prostate again. I jerked back into them, no longer in control of my body.

“Soon, sweetheart.”

Hot and cold shivers raced over my whole body. “Please,” I begged again with a sob. “I don’t want to wait.”

“I had a different idea for tonight.” He slid his fingers free and trailed kisses up my spine before leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer.

Swallowing thickly, I lifted my head to watch him pull out some lube and a slender, curved black toy with a flat base. My already pounding heart thudded hard as my breath caught.

“It’s a prostate stimulator,” he told me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “It vibrates. We can try it if you want, but you obviously don’t have to—”

“I want to try it,” I blurted immediately. “I want to.”

I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin. “Alright.”

He shifted back, and I waited breathlessly as I heard him uncap the lube, followed by the tantalising sound of him slicking up the toy.

“We’ll go slow,” he told me reassuringly. “It’s a little bit thicker than two of my fingers, but it shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts, tell me, Lark. Okay?”

I nodded quickly. “Okay.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whispered, clutching the pillow as I waited.

A tiny sound left me when I felt the smooth tip against my hole, more rounded and blunter than his fingers.

“Breathe out,” Seb said, his voice ragged and a little breathless. “Slowly.”