Page 129 of Only Ever You

Yet when he smiled, he was soft again, much to her heart’s delight, and leaned in to claim her lips with passion that stole her breath.

One simple kiss, and every fibre within Faye was swept away and consumed by the warmth of Bash’s lips. Her body tingled in too many places to count.Needto be connected to him – more than just his hands on her hips dragging her forwards – gnawed inside of her as their kiss deepened and Bash’s tongue stroked her own.

Breathless, Faye lifted his t-shirt and they broke their kiss to throw it aside. She leant back to let her eyes get their fill of him, how his shoulders and arms were still tight from his tennis session. The low slung jogging bottoms teased the line of dark hair disappearing underneath them, with no elastic band of underwear in sight.

Amusement danced lazily across Bash’s face as he stood under her admiring spotlight, but he didn’t let her get lost in her lusty perusal for too long.

With his hand on one side of her waist and his other on her opposite hip, he added pressure and rolled her over. Faye yelped again at the cold shock of the table against her stomach, glad of the pure cotton shielding her risen nipples from the exciting jolt.

A low sound like thunder rumbled behind her. “Lift your hips up,mon amour.”

My love.

Arousal fizzled and spread through Faye, desperate for something to fill her up – satiate this endless need. In any other situation, she wouldn’t stand for being told what to do by a man, but there was something in the way Bash’s voice moulded her body to his plans that promised she’d be fulfilled.

Her toes still had purchase on the hardwood floor, enough for her to raise up and feel the soft velour of a dining chair cushion sliding under her pelvis.

God,she ached.

“I need you, Bash,” Faye groaned through sharp breaths, aware that sex on a table would be ticked off of her bucket list very soon.

Bash stroked down her back, from the base of her neck to the end of her spine. Faye couldn’t quite turn her head painlessly enough to see the hunger in his eyes she felt brandishing her skin.

“Need me,how?” He drew out his question as if she didn’t balance on the edge of a knife – well,table– here. Teasing her when she was bent over so vulnerably was infuriating.

She was desperate. Thrilled, needy and desperate.

Her exhaled groan formed a cloud of condensation on the table, her cheek warming by the second where it was pressed flat. “I know you need me too, Bash. If you don’t drop those joggers right now I swear I’m going to reach back there and?—”

Bash chuckled a devilish rumble, cutting her off. “I’ve pictured fucking you on this exact dining table for years, Peanut. Let me have my moment.”

Laying on her stomach, Faye angled her hips up in the air to hopefully hurry his “moment” along. Leaving her writhing like this wasn’t fair.

Bash stopped staring and curled his fingers in the tight waistband around her middle, bringing the ribbed loungewear bottoms down to her knees and exposing all of the white lace she’d worn underneath.

“Fuck, Faye. You weren’t kidding.” The reverence in Bash’s voice filled her withfemme fatalepride as the cold air of the kitchen hit her newly exposed thighs and the hot wetness between them. “You wore these for me?”

“Thought you might need something to give you an energy boost,” she said, “after this morning … ” Their plans to set off from Oxford had been delayed an hour the moment Bash had started skimming his fingers south along her body under the bed covers.

Palms brushed up the outer of her legs, like grazing her with the finest sandpaper, so much like they had done before breakfast.

“No, no Peanut,” Bash said deftly as his thumbs found the sensitive inner of her thighs. “I could fuck you all day.”

Hearing him move, Faye raised up on her forearms until her back touched his chest, his hips pressing against her with the solid length of his erection nestling between her ass cheeks. She’d come to not be startled by that feeling anymore – the awareness of his body against hers. And her awareness said that underweardefinitelydidn’trestrain him tonight.

She wiggled her hips to rile up that lovely, attentive cock of his and Bash pulled off of her with a muttered, “Jesus, Faye.” She loved hearing how much she tested the strength of his self-control. Loved being the one to give him this release to let go of inhibitions he’d held back for years.

His thumb dipped to her lace-covered entrance and her pulse surged through her veins. Groaning, Faye nudged herself back against him as he rubbed her through the triangle of fabric.

“Such a shame to ruin such pretty lace with how much you’re soaking it through, sweetheart.”That voice;ragged and sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

More talk like that. More of those words, please.

Bash’s thumb moving back and forth in broad flicks swept to her entrance and pressed flat against her, all the while Faye squeezed her closed eyes and clammed the pleading noises from escaping her throat. She was about to scramble together some sort of quip when?—

Shhhrrt.

She didn’t feel Bash’s touch at all any more, only threads and feather-like brushes of barely-there fabric falling down her legs.

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