Page 117 of Only Ever You

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’sthigh 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.”

Neverhad 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.”

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