Countless lovers, Sebastian may have had, but they never overlapped in his mind. Each one had a unique set of turn ons, erogenous zones, and desires. Sasha and he didn't have messy emotional entanglements involved in their occasional nights together, but they certainly had the ability to sync in what they wanted when they did spend part of a, or a whole, night together.
Sebastian felt her reaction, the press of her thighs together had her hips rocking slightly back against the hard length of him.
Tugging lightly at one nipple, Sebastian slowly kneaded her breast, his fingers pressing into her flesh, before his hand stilled. Only for his other hand to take up the movement. Tug, knead, tug, knead. Slow and sure, he knew exactly how well each slow action would sit with that impatient nature of hers, but loved the sounds she made when he pushed the limits of her patience and then kept going.
Sasha's warm hand cupped him, where he could feel the heat through the fabric, leaving him leaning into the touch.