Page 116 of Only Ever You

“Everything. With you, everything.”

“Certain?”

“Yes. You? Any no-gos?”

“My stomach.” His eyes lowered away from hers and his voice quietened. “You know why.”

Faye tipped his chin back up tenderly with her fingers. “Okay.” He had boundaries, which were good. They gave her instructions on how to love him. “Though for the record, I adore every single part of you I see.” He didn’t have deep grooves defining his lean stomach or muscles bulging in every direction, which all meant that his mind was as healthy as the rest of him, and that was all Faye cared for when she’d been there for his lows, too. “You should as well.”

Bash’s oceanite eyes shimmered as though no one had ever told him those things before. “I don’t even think about that when I’m with you, Peanut. I don’t hide myself.”

Now was absolutely not the time to cry, even if those tears were happy ones. Faye gave him one long, all encompassing kiss, and drew back.

“Spread your legs,” she repeated his earlier command. The sparkle that replaced the emotion in Bash’s eyes said he knew the reason.

“Why?” He teased her anyway. Drawing her intentions out from her mouth. “What are you going to do to me, sweetheart?”

Faye leant close so their mouths brushed. “I’m going to finally see what you taste like, too.”

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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 –fuckif 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. Butdamnit 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.

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