23. Anastasia
Chapter 23
Anastasia
Bash crawls over me, his knees between mine as I sink into the soft mattress. I moan when he lowers his hips and his hard length presses against my core. Whatever semblance of sense I possess vanishes under his touch. I scramble to pull his T-shirt off him, revealing his defined abs inch by inch. I grunt when it catches under his arms, preventing me from pulling it off.
Bash chuckles into the curve of my neck, then lifts himself in a seated position to remove his shirt completely.
I suck in a breath at the firm planes of his chest and the deep V that trails down, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.
“It’s not fair,” I murmur, barely able to get the words out as I stare helplessly at his bare chest, his shoulders wide above me. He’s more muscular than I expected, the sides of his torso defined with peaks and valleys and a waist that tapers in. He looks like he stepped out of a freaking magazine.
Bash bites the corner of his lip, trying to hide his smile, but his dimple gives him away, and the pink blush that dusts his cheeks tells me I’m affecting him as much as he is me.
“You keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be able to control myself.” He lowers himself and sucks my bottom lip, only breaking our kiss to remove my shirt.
Large, rough fingers trace up my sides, thumbs resting just beneath the curve of my breasts. They ache to be touched, and I arch into him, demanding more.
He doesn’t hesitate, shifting down to take my nipple in his mouth, the fabric growing wet from his tongue. He rests his head on my chest, letting the cool air pebble the peak before covering it with hot air. My pussy pulses at the contrasting sensation, and I rake my hand through his hair, holding him in place.
He pulls my bra down my sternum and sucks, rolling his tongue over it until I’m moaning beneath him. His eyes are dark as he gazes at me through lowered lashes as he grazes my nipple with his teeth. My hips buck, and my head drops, pressing into the mattress, desperate to get closer.
Fumbling with his pants button, I jerk at his fly until it’s finally open. Bash’s forehead lands on mine, and he groans deep in his throat when I take him in my hand. Precum drips from the tip, wetting my fingers as I stroke him.
“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” he groans. His body trembles as he braces himself above me. I look up, but his eyes are closed, shallow breaths coming out fast and his brows pulled together with restraint.
I want to shatter whatever control he has remaining. I’ll worry about the repercussions later. Right now, I just need him.
“You’re going too slow,” I reply as I push his pants down his hips, taking his boxers with them.
He pulls back, scanning my face, and rasps, “Fuck, this isn’t how I wanted to do this.”
“We can do it again later.” I nip his chin, and a string snaps within him. It’s his turn to be frantic, struggling with the nightstand drawer as he grabs a condom.
He’s sexy as hell as he tears it with his teeth. “Just remember, you asked for this.”
I nod in acceptance. That’s a tomorrow problem.
He yanks my pants down, chucking them somewhere on the floor, and drops his mouth to my clit, sucking it between his lips. I arch into him as the pleasure radiates, but I feel hollow. Empty.
I shift under his touch, needing more.
Bash reads me easily, chuckling against my clit before sinking two fingers inside me. I grip his hair and rock my hips into him, not caring if he can breathe. He doesn’t attempt to pull away, instead stretching me further as he adds another finger. Tension builds in my lower abdomen, forming a tight knot as he brings me closer to my release. He steadily pushes me over the edge. My eyes roll back as his fingers enter me, drawing out my orgasm.
He places open-mouth kisses up my stomach, over my sternum, until he’s supported by his forearms, caging my head. He’s breathing hard, eyes dark on mine as his length slowly enters me. He’s barely moving, every inch a tease until I’m screaming his name in frustration.
How can someone be so hot and frustrating at the same time?
He gives me a smug smile before thrusting forward until I’ve taken him all.
My teeth grind together as I adjust to his size. He only gives me a second before he pounds his hips into me, his movements jerky and uncontrolled.
Something breaks in my brain with his next thrust, and I’m lost to instinct, lifting my hips to match his. His thick fingers dig into my hair, tugging my head back until our gazes meet. He looks possessed, a deep-seated hunger visible in his gaze as he fucks me without restraint.
He captures my mouth, stealing my breath as he takes me higher. My nails leave crescents in his shoulders as I cling to him desperately. My nerve endings come alive as he brings me to my next release. Never in my life have I come three times. I would’ve guessed the third time wouldn’t be as powerful, so nothing could have prepared me for the way I come apart under him.
I’m still panting his name as he pulls out and flips me over so I’m on my knees, my head on the bed, too exhausted to hold myself up.
A large hand presses between my shoulders until my forearms and chest are flat on the mattress, but he keeps my ass in the air, with one arm banded around my hips.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
My body’s shaking, barely able to support myself in this position. I’m vulnerable like this, on full display for whatever he wants to do to me. There’s a thrill in not knowing what comes next.
He licks my slit, and I scramble forward, trying to escape. He’s captured me, his hands holding me in place hard enough to leave finger imprints in my thighs. I just came three times, and I’m too sensitive for this. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He licks up my seam, and I gasp as his tongue flattens on my back hole. The unfamiliar sensation sends shock waves through me. He bites my cheeks and murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you here in the very near future.”
I tense when he presses the pad of his thumb against my hole. He growls in warning when I try to shift away and lifts my hips, filling my core with his tongue, pushing it deeper.
The fabric of the sheets bunch up in my hands so tight I’m worried my nails might cut through them. But Bash never stops his onslaught, never slowing his assault. I don’t stand a chance, my pussy clenching around him and my release overtaking me as his thumb breaches the rim.
I collapse forward, unable to move. The world is hazy around me, and I resist fighting when Bash flips me over so I’m facing him in his lap, my knees on either side of him. He holds my neck, guiding my face to the crook of his neck, and runs his palm up and down my back in calming motions.
I’m trembling in his arms. He’s pushed me past my limit. My eyes are closed, and all I can do is breathe in his sandalwood scent mixed with salt from his sweat.
The world’s so foggy around me I don’t notice him lifting my hips until I’m seated on his cock.
My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, my already overstimulated body unable to process what’s happening.
Bash runs his other thumb over my lips and presses it in until he’s split my teeth apart.
“Breathe, Stasia.”
My eyes slit open, and I bite his thumb.
“There’s my girl.” He grips my hips and raises me only to bring me down so my pussy takes his length inch by inch.
Electric prickles travel under my oversensitive skin as he lifts me again. The drag of his length inside me and the way he hits the perfect spot with each thrust feels so good.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He seems to sense I’m not in a state that I can fuck him back, and he takes over. Strong hands hold me up while he drives into me.
I collapse against his chest and bite his collarbones as pleasure builds in me again. If I come again, it might actually kill me.
“I’m close,” he growls as he jerks upward, his hand moving between us. “Come with me.”
He presses his thumb against my clit, and I scream at the shock. It’s so sensitive it’s nearly painful, but Bash doesn’t let me get away.
I’m shaking my head no, unable to form words.
“You can do it. Come with me.”
His thumb draws circles, and my entire body tingles with each of his thrusts. His hips pound upward, demanding my release.
My teeth pierce his skin, and the tang of blood touches my tongue as he rips my orgasm from me.
He’s still inside me when the world goes black, and I’m lost to unconsciousness.