Page 130 of Only Ever You

“Did you just rip?—”

“I’ll buy you ten more.”

He. Did.Faye gasped with the burst of heat on her cheeks.

“Consider them a new year’s present.”

She should be pissed off – quality underwear wasn’t cheap and Bash had just tornone half of her brand new set like it was puff pastry.

Gaping over her shoulder at him, Faye only glimpsed the determined flare of fire in Bash’s eyes and wicked grin before he moved again, down to his knees. The next thing she knew, hands spread her gently apart and the heat of his breath licked as he latched his lips to her.

“Oh, god—Bash.” Spine arching, Faye threw her head back.

His soft mouth sucked her swollen clit while his tongue flicked across in the most mind-spinning sensation. Her knees wobbled and trembled with how Bash’s palms roaming over her hamstrings made her weak, and her hips sank into the cushion beneath her.

The warm, dim lights of the kitchen glazed askew.

Bash blew a wisp of air which clung to her exposed wetness. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, giving Faye only a second to grasp some semblance of a breath before he swiped his tongue in a flat stroke to her entrance.

She cried out. The stimulation was too much. Too overwhelming. Her hands slipped against the wide table as she tried to grab any purchase at all.

Bash groaned as his tongue pushed inside of her, circling and taunting, the tell tale sound of fabric shifting as he drew his cock out. Faye pictured him there beneath the table in front of the vast windows – solid, perfect length in hand and fisting away at himself. She pictured herself on her hands and knees and the head of it teasing her entrance in shallow thrusts as he lined himself up behind her.

She remembered the sound from this morning of his thighs smacking against her ass, and that sound alone was enough to make her heart drum quicker.

She’d memorised how large Bash’s hands felt when they were wrapped around her body, veins protruding with his exertion as he pleasured her better than anyone had ever done before, memories enough to bring her right to the cusp of release.

“I’m gonna come,” she repeated, grasping at straws as her body cinched. “I’m gonna … ”

Choppy breaths roughened Bash’s strained voice. “The windows are coated, Faye, no one can see in. Now be a good girl and fuck yourself on my face.”

Faye thrust back and moved her core against his mouth as much as her reach on her toes would allow.

Bash ghosted a touch on her pulsing clit, and she was gone.

Her orgasm erupted in a high pitched cry, rippling and easing while her knees gave out and her body slumped on the table like a discarded coat. Thank god there was enoughhouseto this house for none of the adjoining terraced neighbours to have heard her sobbing.

Hands held her and kept her safe from tumbling to the floor, so Faye lay for a moment savouring the random sparks of pleasure that lingered, until the table beneath her became too uncomfortable to rest on.

Pushing herself up, her legs were like a baby lamb’s as she used the edge of the table to turn and face Bash. He looked all too smug, swiping his tongue then his thumb over glistening lips, his face flushed enough for Faye to see how riled up he was as well. That redness spread down his neck and faded over his chest. She didn’t need to peek lower to find the rest of him ready to bend her over the table again, too.

“Satisfied?” he asked.

Faye’s thighs squirmed together to catch the start of her second wave of arousal.

Good sex gave her confidence. Incredible sex with Bash looking at her like this, like she was the one doughnut she would save for herself at the end of a long baking day, sent her to the moon.

“You said you’ve dreamt of fucking me on this table … ” Faye leaned closer until she felt the heat of Bash’s body caressing her skin like summer had come early. “So. Fuck. Me.”

His broad chest drew in a sharp breath.

“Bedroom,” Bash managed, a streak of sympathy for her impatience passing in his tilted features. “I don’t exactly keep condoms in the kitchen, Peanut.”

Faye grabbed him by the erect outline of his cock beneath his jogging bottoms before he got any further.

Bash stilled, rightly. His stomach tightening at her hold.

Looking up in his eyes with ideas sprinting through her mind, she said, “Bring the whipped cream.”

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