35. Bash
35
BASH
Fucking hell, this woman.
This woman that he was utterly in love with.
Faye slithered off the bed and took Bash in her mouth where he sat, playing with her tongue around the tip of his cock as his hips jerked. No tease, no forewarning. She went straight for it and tortured him, short nails grazing up the inside of his thigh making him groan even louder – fuck if he wouldn’t let her know how much he would enjoy this.
She set her hands on his thighs right up by his hips for leverage as she took another inch of him.
“ Shi-it , Faye.” Bash had to use every force of will he could muster to command his hips to clamp still, not buck and ram down Faye’s throat. But damn it was hard.
Her hair was long enough to twist up and out of her way, and her eyes lifted through her lashes with thanks and hunger blending within them. That sight scattered every thought in Bash’s already fairly empty brain.
She shouldn’t look at him like that. Not if she didn’t want him to lose control of his senses .
And the breathy noises coming out of her? Damn. Enraptured, Bash quickly lost his breath.
The smallest ache in his jaw from his earlier work was insignificant now that all he could do was let it hang open. The taste of Faye from minutes ago was still on his tongue, and that sweetness wouldn’t ever leave his memory.
As she licked a strip up the side of his length and closed her lips around him, Bash wanted to be back there between her thighs again. He had half a mind to drag her up and spin her around – let her continue this fantastic work she did of riling him up whilst he latched his mouth again to her in return.
Fuck. He fell back to lean on his spare hand, gripping the sheets like they’d fly away.
Faye didn’t have to do this but he was more than happy she wanted to. It was almost painful how hard he was as her tiny hand alternated to his balls, her throat moaning as he filled her mouth.
He couldn’t take much more of her bobbing on his length, breasts bouncing as she willingly put herself on her knees for him, or else he’d finish there and then in her mouth when he still had more plans for her.
So many plans.
God knows he’d had a decade to dream about this.
When she traced around his tattoo in circles, disturbing the thin hairs there, it was the last straw. And damn, Faye knew it – her eyes smirked whilst her tongue curled up the underside of his length in a move that had Bash hissing with pleasure.
That, he’d never felt before.
The wave of overwhelming sensation that shot through him hit Bash too strongly and had him mentally counting pressed flowers in a frame on the wall to try and draw this out.
He tortured himself by letting Faye take him right to the edge until he beckoned her up.
“You were going to make me come,” he said, out of breath, as if by apology for interrupting her … which Bash guessed that he was, “and the only way I ’m doing that tonight is when I’m inside of you.”
A small moan left Faye and she gave him giant puppy eyes like she hadn’t wanted to end what she'd been doing to him. Those eyes didn’t disconnect from his when she moved her mouth to him again and blew a gentle stream of air on his cock’s very tip.
Bash’s logical brain? Scattered .
Jolting, he grinned wickedly and tried not to laugh at how much that breath tickled, urging Faye up off of her knees. He wiped the water which had run from her eyes when she’d gagged on his length and dried off around her mouth with his thumbs.
“You did so good, sweetheart.” Those doe eyes of hers had lit up every time he’d called her that tonight.
Bash hadn’t thought there was anything left to learn about her, but he was wrong. He learned that his thumbs stroking the inner of her thighs made her squirm for more, that she’d liked the pressure of his fingers inside of her more than the pace. So yes, so much more to learn. Importantly for now how much she’d blush when he sank this cock she’d worked to perfection all of the way inside of her.
Faye walked her hands up his arms to his shoulders, skin that felt on fire beneath her fingers. He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs and tugged on her knees one at a time until she straddled him again.
She leant forwards, and when Bash thought that she’d kiss him, Faye swerved for his ear, whispering, “I’ve waited to have you in my mouth, Bash. You are perfect.”
Perfect. That wasn’t possible. Nobody was – especially him. But Bash would settle for just being good enough.
His fingers dug tighter into her curves. He was so gone for her, he didn’t think there was any space beneath his ribs left for anything else.
Bash sighed into that feeling. “Kiss me?”
Their mouths connected, bodies rocking together. Wetness dampened Bash’s thigh and he hoped it meant Faye was ready for him again.
Flipping them over, he began crawling up her body, trailing his tongue over her skin.
“Wait—” His head whipped up when he stopped at Faye’s voice. She said, “I’m not on the pill or anything.”
Shit. Bash hadn’t thought of that. If Faye trusted him then they could always … But that wasn’t responsible at all. He had a clean bill of health but he wouldn’t ever ask her to put herself in that risky situation.
His face contorted with all of his thoughts, then, “Oh! I have condoms—hang on.”
Never had Bash sprung so fast off of a bed and left a naked, wanton woman there with a grin on his face. He went straight for his duffel he’d left beside the set of draws earlier.
“Should I ask why you were so presumptuous?” Faye’s voice followed after him, her amusement bright.
Bash held back a laugh. Hadn’t he rebuked the exact same thing not so long ago?
“It wasn’t me. It was Matt,” he said as he dug around in his belongings. “I caught him slipping them in here after we started sharing the guest room.”
Where are they … ? Where are—aha!
“What kind of whisky does he like? I’m going to send him a bottle.” Faye’s quip made a laugh shudder through Bash’s chest.
He tore one packet off of the strip and tossed the others on the nightstand – not his usual brand, but he was desperate – closing the curtains too whilst he was at it.
“Let me,” Faye offered. Any excuse to touch him, it seemed, by the glimmer of her eyes. Her fingers were almost reverent on him and Bash couldn’t help but sift his own through her tousled hair.
When he was all sorted, he covered her again, guided by her hands on his hips. Pressing her into the bed, his cock rubbed between their bodies so tauntingly .
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be with you.” Bash balanced his weight on an elbow while drawing Faye’s knee up towards his waist.
The rosiness on her cheeks was stunningly bashful. “I think that I do.”
“Really?”
Hair fanning around her, Faye nodded. “I worked up the nerve to ask you on a date when we first met, but then your girlfriend was there after the art class and I realised I couldn’t.”
“You wanted to date me?” Why hadn’t he known that?
“I wanted to do everything with you,” Faye confessed, tracing her fingers along the top of his spine.
How had he possibly missed all of those signs?
He was an idiot, but at least now, finally, he was hers.
“This has taken far too long to get to.” Bash shook his head at his own stupidity. “Eleven years, Faye. Please don’t make me wait a moment more?”
Faye firmed her heels against his ass and encouraged him forwards in the clearest answer she could ever have given him.
The underside of his length slid over her clit and she gasped beneath him. Bash struggled to contain his own strangled sounds. His neck was hot, ears feeling like they were on fire.
Brushing his mouth to Faye’s, he rocked his hips in a slow and steady rhythm, feeling the slick warmth of her centre gliding over him as she quietly began to lose her breath in their kiss.
Bash dragged her lower lip between his teeth and let his words hum against her mouth. “You want me inside of you?”
“ Now .” She started to swirl her needy hips under him, teasing his tip with pressing right where he needed to be.
He nipped at her throat, next, licking over the pulsing skin. “You want me to take our time, or rough you up?”
“Fuck—anything. Both . Just—now, please, Bash?—”
Dropping his hand between them, Bash changed the angle of his hips with his next motion and slid the first few inches inside of her.
Fucking. Perfection.
“My—god!” Faye gripped his hair on that border between pleasure and pain and he chuckled into the hollow of her shoulder.
“ Bash will do just fine.”
“Smartarse.” Her hands wandered all over his back and everywhere Faye touched was like she marked him as hers – she never needed to, he already was. “This is really happening … ”
“Unless you want to stop?”
“No! No—please don’t.” She was so breathless, and they’d hardly begun. Bash raised himself and looked down at her in complete disbelief that this was happening between them, too.
Faye cradled each side of his neck and brushed her thumbs over his jaw, a touch of vulnerability in her eyes. “Go steady, for a second?”
Anything. Anything for you.
Bash eased his hips back and forth until he was buried completely inside of her.
Being joined with Faye … there weren’t words. Just overwhelming feelings of fullness in his heart, shivers running all of the way to his toes. With her legs wrapped around him, Bash widened his knees and buried both fists in the sheets by her waist as he pushed his torso upwards.
Then there was no turning back.
They watched together where they were joined. The heat in Faye’s eyes spurred him on, though Bash let her take the lead with quickening their pace. She wasn’t afraid to press her nails into his chest and tell him what she wanted.
Harder.
Slower.
Just the way he liked it.
Not everything needed to be rushed in life and Bash finally took the time to savour every nice, deep, drag of how she took him so well. She m oved along his cock with utter perfection. The sound of his skin on hers as she met his thrusts was as sinful as it got.
And how she didn’t take her eyes off of him? Mesmerising.
The pitched sounds from her bruised, parted lips? Symphonic.
Their thighs slapping together in a new soundtrack to his nights.
Faye didn’t guard her features from showing him what she felt inside, so Bash didn’t either. He’d never hide with her.
Between the mewls he worked out of her, Faye looked like she tried to speak but couldn’t grab the words.
“You trying to tell me something, Peanut?” Bash slowed down to hear what she wanted.
“Come back to me,” she breathed.
He was chest to chest with her in an instant, shifting his legs so he could roll their bodies together, one arm behind her back.
“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
Bash tipped them onto their sides, hiked her leg over his hip so he could palm and squeeze her ass. He slid his hand further and found the inner of her thigh, right next to where they were joined.
“Ohh—” Faye shuddered at the stroke of his fingertips. “ Bash .”
She’d never said his name like that. Like candy floss so fragile on the tip of her moaning tongue.
“Say my name. Just like that,” he encouraged, unable to keep much hold on his composure as she took more of him.
And she did.
Faye’s face was a pretty flushed picture. Rocking her hips and driving his length deep inside of her, she pressed down on his lower back like she was afraid he’d stop.
“I’ve dreamt about my name on your lips as you’re wrapped around my cock,” he panted, so close to combusting. “So perfect, Faye. Just like this.”
Faye fisted his hair. “Yes. Yes. Stay like that.”
Bash was hilt deep and rocking within her and god it felt so fucking good .
He found the spot that made Faye’s eyes roll back in her head, swelling his pride, and her walls clamped down around him. Her cries of pleasure in the juncture of his neck, where her teeth scraped his skin, were so close to the edge as she tightened on his length.
She skimmed her fingers along the nape of his neck and damn that almost made him come.
He couldn’t. Not yet. His only way to oblivion was if he followed her first.
“Shit, Faye. Come with me.” Bash wrapped his arms around her back and held her as tightly against him as he could, setting a more brutal pace.
He forced his eyes open to watch Faye’s inhibitions be obliterated by how hard her orgasm hit her.
Her pleasure-filled scream crescendoed, and Bash only had the warning of the tingling in his sweaty spine before he followed her in his release, groaning as his cock twitched and twitched again and he fell apart.
Faye buried her warm face in his neck, muttering pleasure-filled obscenities and still trembling as she came down, and if Bash was coherent enough to do so, he would’ve uttered the same.
His body was slick from his efforts and he didn’t want to close his eyes. Didn’t want to do anything that would distract him from how content he felt with the woman he loved.
They stayed like that, wrapped up in one another, cheek to cheek for a minute before Bash peeled himself away to the bathroom, disposing of the condom before coming back and bundling Faye up within his arms once again. Legs tangled, sticky with sweat. Satiated.
“That was … I’ve never felt anything like that,” Faye breathed.
Now that Bash knew what her skin smelled like so close, he couldn’t stop nuzzling her neck and her jaw, anywhere he could reach. She was still sensitive when his thigh slipped between hers .
“Me neither.” And he didn’t just say so meaninglessly. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect.” Her eyelashes fluttered against his chest. “You?”
“I don’t think I’m on earth anymore.” Bash didn’t even exaggerate.
Faye chuckled and her warm breaths caressed across his skin and travelled straight to his heart. Whether or not she knew she placed them right above that beating, healing organ, she began drawing swirls and circles on his chest.
“I guess that’s either really good, or really bad.”
“Good, Peanut. So good.” Bash stroked her thoroughly untamed hair away from her face.
“I’ve never heard you say such filthy things.”
Well now that the light blared a bright green, Bash hadn’t held back.
“I could say the exact same to you, Miss I’ve waited to have you in my mouth, ” he said as he danced his fingers in the ticklish dip of her waist.
“Ugh.” Faye buried her flushed face down in his shoulder. Bash could feel her grinning. “You’re never going to let me live that down.”
“Never. I loved hearing you say it.” His palm drifted to stroke up and down along her spine. “Do you want to shower with me?”
She peered up at him with those big brown eyes of hers.
“It’s kind of cramped in there.”
All that sounded like was a fun kind of challenge. “We’ll make it work.”
And with some acrobatic sort of angles and manoeuvring, they did.