Page 29 of Ignition Rites

I crawl between his legs. “Trust the process.”

“Oh, now you like that—”

I spit into my palm, wrap my hand around him, and stroke, and the laugh dies as his head drops back against the mattress.

“Fuck.”

I lean forward and drag my tongue around the head, slow enough to taste him before taking him into my mouth. His hips jerk.

“Jesus, Lo.”

I smile around him, which earns me another curse.

My hand stays wrapped around his base while my mouth works the rest of him, tongue flattening underneath as I take him deeper. His breathing changes, and his hand touches the back of my head and stops, not gripping, waiting, until I look up, meet his eyes, and nod.

His fingers slide into my hair. The grip is firm when he gathers it into his fist, but he doesn’t move me until I lower my mouth again, and then he guides me slowly at first, his hips beginning to meet me as I loosen my jaw enough to take him.

“Fuck. Right there, baby.”

I moan around him. His hand tightens, and when he thrusts deeper my eyes water immediately.

He slows.

I grab his thigh before he can pull back and breathe through my nose, looking up at him.

“You good?”

I nod and suck him back into my mouth.

“Fucking hell.”

This time when his hips lift, I’m ready, and he fucks my mouth harder, the rhythm rough enough to make saliva slip past my lips and down my chin. Tears burn at the corners of my eyes when he hits too deep, but his hand stays in my hair instead of forcing me farther than I’m taking him.

I keep one hand on his thigh as my signal, and his eyes keep dropping to it. Every time my fingers tighten, he checks his pace, and every time I relax, he gives me more.

The control in it makes the roughness hotter.

“Look at you,” he groans. “You wanted this shit bad, huh?”

I can’t answer, so I take him deeper instead, and his whole body goes tight.

“Fuck, Lo.”

When I finally pull off, I’m coughing and laughing at the same time, chin wet, eyes watering, and Rafe looks completely wrecked.

“You look smug.”

“I earned smug.”

He sits up. “My turn.”

I make a face. “Aw. I wasn’t finished yet.”

“Good.” He catches me around the waist. “Means there’s more where that came from.”

I yelp as he drags me farther up the bed, then drops back against the pillow.

“Sit on my face, baby.”