Page 115 of Only Ever You

Faye responded by curling her fingers around his underwear’s waistband and drawing the fabric down his thighs. The length of him sprung free. Fully hard. Fully ready for her. And …wow. She might’ve had a momentary freeze in her brain taking him in.

“Bash … I never knew you were so … wow.”

Speechless.

She’d had a preview of him before when she’d woken with his length between her bum cheeks, but her senses hadn’t done Bash justice.

“You never asked.” The look on his face was caught between bashful –ironic– and pride.

“How was I—What? Oh my …” Flustered, Faye didn’t know where to look and instead noticed something that surprised her to her core.

“You have a tattoo!” It was as high up on Bash’s thigh as it could possibly be, practically over his hip bone, and tiny. Barely bigger than her thumb.

“Yeah.”

“Since when? You never told me.” The outlined tattoo wasn’t just a square but it was … bread? Something on toast … She leaned closer, realising she teased his poor soul with her face so close to his length when he tensed. Her eyes drifted to the thickness of him and her lip curled between her teeth hungrily.

“For nine years,” he said.

“Nine?” That snapped Faye out of her distracted gaze.

Bash tucked his finger under her chin and brought her gaze up. “You never asked why I call you ‘Peanut.’”

“Why?” She asked now.

“Because the first time we met in that art class, you had the last corner of peanut butter toast in your hand, and when I ran into you, you got half of it on your face. You couldn’t get it off. You stuck your tongue out and swiped at it, and the way your cheeks went red was utterly adorable. I helped you clean off the rest because something in me pulled me towards you.”

Faye’s heart did a singular solid beat.

He remembered.

Bash shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t know your name for those minutes so I just called you ‘Peanut Butter Girl’ in my mind.”

Her mind took a second to gather itself. “Wait … is this because of me?” She stroked the tattoo and Bash shuddered.

“If I couldn’t have you, it was the only way I could have a part of you permanently, Peanut.”

Emotion welled up behind Faye’s sternum and for a moment, that feeling of how much she loved him pushed aside the need to be physical.

“You have me now,” she promised.

Bash’s gorgeous smile rivalled a crescent moon. He kicked away his boxers in a flash and picked her up from under the arms like she weighed nothing.

“Bash!” Laughing, her legs flung around his waist. The giddiest feeling of her skin meeting his made Faye cling to him harder.

“It’s a good job your parents aren’t here to hear you squeal my name like that.” He spun around with her pressed to his chest and sat himself down on the bed.

“We’re not teenagers,” she said.

Bash’s eyes flared with a dipped glance at her breasts squished against him. “Definitely not.”

Faye adjusted her legs so she knelt, her ass on his thighs and his cock that she very much wanted to get her hands on between them. She glanced down to the pearly bead leaking out of the tip. “Now can I touch you?”

Rosy cheeked, Bash looked like he’d enjoyed making her wait far too much. “Be my guest.”

She leant forwards, fusing their lips in a searing kiss first as she moved her hand between them. Bash jolted and moaned for more when her fingers caressed the base of his cock. Starting slow and exploring, her hand between them worked his length as he grew solid in her palm. Revelling in each of his throaty grunts as she tightened her grip.

“What do you like?” Bash asked, palms brushing down her lower back and over her ass.

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