Chapter 16 Bash
BASH
Ishould let her try to sleep.
I know that.
But the way she murmured my name, and the sight of my handwriting across her thigh…
It’s too fucking much.
I settle over her gently, careful not to put too much weight on her as my hands slide along her side, bunching her top up under her breasts. God, I fucking need her.
She lets out a soft little whimper, her eyes open again and roving all over what she can see of my face.
Without a word, she reaches up and pulls the mask the rest of the way off, dropping it onto the bed beside us.
“I thought you liked the mask,” I murmur.
Her cheeks flush slightly.
“I do. I just…” She hesitates, looking away for a second. “I like your face more.”
My fingers slide beneath her chin, guiding her face back toward mine.
“Look at me,” I say quietly. “I want you always looking at me.”
Her eyes lift again, and I’m surprised when she admits, “I thought about you chasing me in it.”
The image slams into my brain so hard I actually curse under my breath.
“Where?” I ask immediately. I can tell she doesn’t understand why she wants something like that, given her past of being hunted by some psycho.
It’s different, and I need to find a way to show her that.
Everything between us is different, and I want her to enjoy everything she wants to try with me. I’ll give her anything she wants.
Her cheeks turn pink.
She tries to glance away again.
“Tell me.”
“The library,” she murmurs. “At night.”
I let out a slow breath, trying to push the image out of my head before I completely lose control. I will make that particular fantasy become a reality.
“Baby, look at me,” I repeat softly.
She nods obediently, and I love that. I love that we’re creating this bond that we’ll never have with anyone else.
Then she yawns, and the small sound makes me frown.
A tired giggle slips out of her. “That was not a comment on you or what we’re doing. I haven’t been sleeping,” she admits quietly. “I’m just…”
“You need to be tired enough to sleep, and feel safe enough to let it happen,” I finish for her.
I brace myself on one elbow beside her, letting my other hand drift through her hair as I wrap a strand slowly around my finger.
Then I lean down and kiss her.
Soft.
Slow.
Our second kiss ever.
And somehow it feels just as electric as the first.
When I pull back slightly, my voice drops lower.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods without hesitation.
Something warm settles in my chest.
“Will you let me help you sleep, baby?” I press gentle kisses along her shoulder, her collarbone, the soft skin just beneath her tank top, breathing in the faint scent of whatever sweet perfume she wears until it makes my head spin.
When I reach the waistband of her shorts, she suddenly stops me.
“Wait,” she whispers nervously. “I haven’t… let…”
I smile against her hip.
“That’s good,” I murmur. “Because then you won’t know if I’m doing it wrong.”
Her head falls back against the pillow as a soft laugh escapes her.
But the laughter doesn’t settle the restless tension inside me.
Not even a little.
I look up at her, my voice low and rough. She can’t have any idea how much I’m holding myself back right now. I need my mouth on her. I want to taste every inch of her. My dick is straining so hard against my jeans it’s actually painful.
“Just relax, baby.” The room is quiet except for Livy’s uneven breathing.
For a moment I just hover over her, looking down at her like I’m trying to memorize every detail of this night.
I know how easily she can slip through my fingers and I don’t want to forget a single detail of what it’s like to have her here with me.
I notice the sleepy softness still clinging to her eyes even though she’s trying so hard to stay awake for me.
She trusts me, and I’ll never know a greater honor than that.
Slowly, carefully, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts.
“Okay?” I murmur quietly. My girl’s head tilts against the pillow, her eyes half-lidded but focused on me as she gives a small nod.
That’s all the permission I need.
I slide the shorts down her hips, taking my time as the soft fabric drags slowly along her thighs before I guide them the rest of the way down her legs. The delicate knit of those tall white socks has my mind going to places it shouldn’t as I shift between her knees.
My breath catches because I want them wrapped around me as I sink inside of her.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Not just pretty.
Not just sexy.
My songbird is beautiful in a devastating way that makes my chest feel too tight for my own lungs. I’ve imagined this moment more times than I’ll ever admit out loud, but nothing in my head comes close to the reality of seeing her like this for the first time.
A slow heat spreads through my chest, through my stomach, settling heavy and aching lower in my body as I take her in. For a second I don’t even move. I just stand there between her knees like an idiot, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that she’s actually here with me.
That she’s letting me see her like this, laid out in her panties just a goddamn present for me.
“Sebastian?” she murmurs sleepily.
The sound of my name pulls me out of my own thoughts.
“Yes, baby?” I ask softly and then grin when she blushes and covers her face, not saying anything further.
I tug my hoodie over my head and drop it beside the bed before leaning down again, settling my weight carefully between her legs. The soft knit of her socks brushes against my ribs as she shifts slightly, and the sensation alone makes me groan her name.
God, I need her.
I rest my hands on her thighs for a moment, just feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms before leaning down to press a slow kiss against her stomach.
Her body reacts instantly, and my dick jerks. She’s so responsive to me. A soft breath escapes her lips as her fingers drift into my hair, barely there, like she’s still half dreaming.
I kiss her again.
Then again.
Slow, lingering kisses that trail upward across the soft skin of her belly until I reach the hem of her tank top.
Without breaking contact, I gently tug the fabric upward.
Her breath hitches. I’ve seen her naked more times than I can count, but she doesn’t know that, and every single time feels as intense as the first.
I pull the tank over her chest, pushing it up and over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her bare skin meets mine when I lean forward again. The contact sends a quiet jolt straight through me.
Warm.
Soft.
Comforting in a way I wasn’t prepared for. This isn’t just sexual to me, it’s something tying us together that no one else will ever understand.
I press my chest against hers, letting the feeling sink in while I lower my mouth to hers again. This kiss is slower than the last one, deeper somehow, like I’m trying to communicate everything I can’t quite put into words just yet.
She kisses me back sleepily, her fingers tightening in my hair as my tongue flicks against hers. When I pull back slightly, looking down into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated. I know she wants this. I know she wants me, but I want her to know exactly what I have in mind.
“I’m going to lick and kiss your sweet pussy until you come so hard you fall into the best sleep you’ve ever had.
” I whisper, my hand reaching between us to rub over the hem of her panties.
I should be written into the book of Saints for not ripping these off and plunging my cock deep inside her.
I have never needed anything so badly in my entire life.
Her answer is another small nod, and I feel her shift her thighs wider beneath me.
Fuck.
I don’t waste another second. I kiss my way slowly back down her body, pausing at her breasts to lavish them with kisses. I suck her nipple in my mouth and flick my tongue over the tip. The gasp she lets out is everything I’ve needed to hear.
“Please,” she whimpers, and I let her nipple go with an audible pop as it leaves my mouth.
I move to the other one and my hands drift along her thighs as I move, adjusting one of those tall socks slightly where it’s started to slip.
The soft knit rubs against the bare skin of my ribs again as I move to kiss down her tummy and the sensation alone nearly unravels me.
I should take more time than I do removing her panties, but I can’t force myself to slow down any longer.
I want her bare in front of me, and that’s exactly what I have when I toss the panties to the floor.
I didn’t realize how much I’d like these fucking socks. I’m going to get her a pair of these in every color imaginable.
I look up at her for a second and my God she’s stunning.
Her hair is fanned out across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, her eyes hazy with exhaustion and utter desire for me.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
There isn’t even a close second. It’s just her and nothing else.
I lower my mouth and trail down to her pussy, moving her legs to give me better access.
She’s as sweet as I thought she would be, and I’d die a happy man if I was struck dead right now.
I want to go slow, flicking my tongue in slows deliberate strokes over her wet flesh.
I find myself sucking on her clit and trying to push two fingers inside her.
She whines. She’s too tight to take what I’m trying to give her without discomfort, and I have no fucking clue how I’m going to manage to push my dick inside of her eventually.
Her fingers tighten in my hair again as she shifts against the mattress, her breathing starting to quicken in little gasps as I slide one finger in to the hilt and my tongue flicks across her clit more quickly.
I can’t help it, I flatten my tongue, licking her more fully.
I can’t get enough of her, and I never want to stop.
The movement of her body sends small tremors through her legs, her knees pressing tighter against my sides as she squirms slightly beneath me.
The sounds she makes go straight to my cock.
Straight to my ego. Because I know exactly what they mean, and I take a ridiculous amount of pride in the fact that I’m the only one who has ever brought her pleasure.
I don’t bother trying to push another finger inside my girl because I want tonight to just be about her pleasure.
They’ll be time for that, and sometime soon I’m going to sink my cock inside of her, my hand around her throat and her eyes on nothing but me.
Her fingers tangle deeper in my hair, tugging gently like she’s urging me closer without actually saying the words out loud.
Every soft gasp that leaves her lips makes something inside me snap.
I pick up my pace, focusing on her clit, sucking and licking until I feel her whole body stiffen beneath me.
Her legs shake around me, trying to pull me closer.
“You’re perfect,” I mumble against her wet pussy.
I don’t know if she can hear what I’m saying, but I need her to know how good she’s doing for me.
I squeeze her thigh with my free hand, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, and that seems to push her closer to the edge.
She cries out my name as wetness floods my tongue.
My girl is cumming, and that thought alone makes my dick jerk in my jeans.
I groan against her pussy as pleasure rips through my body and I know I’m squeezing her legs too hard, I’m sucking on her clit too intensely, but I can’t stop.
The tension leaves her body in waves until she sinks back against the mattress, breathing hard and looking completely exhausted, but in a much different way than before. She looks sated, like she might be able to sleep for a week straight.
“Sebastian,” she murmurs weakly.
I immediately move, crawling back up her body until I’m hovering over her again.
“I’m right here, baby. You did so good for me,” I tell her, and I silently note that as soon as she falls asleep I need to get these pants off. I’m going to have to have her jack me off twenty times before we have sex for the first time if I’m going to survive one stroke inside her tight body.
The moment her arms reach for me, I gather her against my chest, pulling the blankets back up around her while she melts into me like she’s been waiting all night to do exactly that.
My heart is hammering in my chest, and my dick is already so hard again. It's an aching kind of pain that makes it hard to breathe. The way she’s clinging to me like this somehow makes all of that fade into the background.
I press a soft kiss against her mouth. Then another. And two more before eventually her breathing evens out again. Livy’s body relaxes fully against mine as sleep finally pulls her under.
I stay still for a long time after that, just listening to make sure she’s actually peacefully sleeping.
Only when I’m completely certain she’s asleep do I brush my lips gently against her forehead.
“Sweet dreams,” I whisper softly.
My voice drops even lower as I use the name that belongs only to her. “I’ll always keep you safe. I love you more than you will ever know, my songbird.”