“You haven’t realized it yet? I’m all yours, Fee. Have been since the first moment I laid eyes on you. Took me a bit to listen, but as soon as I got my hands on you, there was no going back. Now, tell me. You in this with me?” he asked, his eyes blazing down at me. I nodded, speech escaping me at that moment.
“Use your words, baby. Let me hear them.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed out.
Somehow, during that, I had managed to strip him out of his shirt, and I became keenly aware of my naked body under thethin nightshirt I had on. I reached my hands down to the button on his pants, clumsily trying to undo it.
“Fiona, what are you doing?” he asked, a look of arousal and hesitancy on his face.
“Proving that you’re mine,” I said, making sure he saw that I was serious.
My virginity wasn’tsomething I spent a great deal of time thinking about. I had not intentionally avoided sex, and I wasn’t saving myself for marriage or true love. Being intimate in that way just seemed like something that required too much of me. Things I wasn’t capable of, like sharing about my parents and my childhood. It would require vulnerability, letting someone close enough to see me at home, stripped of all my social masks.
I had entertained the idea of casual sex, no relationships, no dealing with emotions and social mingling. But despite considering myself a modern woman, I couldn’t help the distaste that ran through me at the idea of going home with an unknown man. It felt too much like something my mother would do.
I didn’t like the idea of bringing a stranger to my apartment, my safe space, and I couldn’t imagine comfortably baring myself in an unfamiliar place. So, I knew, when the time to have sex did arrive, there had to be a level of trust between us; something I was infinitely low on.
Piece by piece, first Charlie, then Bash, had wormed their ways through my walls, getting me to open up, share more of my past than I had with anyone else. It was a little ironic that it took Bash breaking that trust to get us to where we were now.
But by the end of the night, I was ready to stand naked before Bash, literally and figuratively. Reveal my fears and letting myself believe in his promise. Give myself to him because I never thought I would feel that way about anyone.
“I need you,” I continued before taking that final jump. “Make me yours, Callum.”
Bash
Hearing my real name come out of Fiona’s mouth, her pale face flushed with emotion, set something loose in me. In the recesses of my brain, I knew it probably wasn’t the right time. She deserved something romantic for her first time. Our bodies and hearts had other ideas, though, and I knew it would be memorable.
I was aching to get closer to her. Every article of clothing between us offended me. I dragged her sleep shirt over her head and looked down at her spread out naked underneath me. She was breathing heavily as her hands still worked on my fly.
I hopped off the bed and shucked off pants and briefs before quickly rejoining her. I didn’t want anything between us—clothing, time, or space. Every touch was heightened, an electrical current running anywhere our skin touched. As soon as she was under me, she melted, our bodies molding to each other. With her tousled hair and wild eyes, she had never looked sexier.
There was no hesitancy in her movements. Instead, she was demanding. Her hands tangled in my hair as she wrapped a leg around me. She felt so tiny beneath me, soft and malleable. Fee smelled amazing, and the softness of her skin was astounding. Her sharp intake of breath when I nuzzled my way down her body was the only sign that gave away any nerves.
I watched her face as I kissed and nipped my way down to her breasts. Her expression shifted from shy to needy the instant my mouth closed on her nipple. She gave a small gasp, and soon was pushing up against me, trying to wriggle closer. I pinned her arms down, unable to handle her inquisitive roaming.
If she got her hands on my cock, it would all be over before it even started. I moved over to her other nipple, making sure to give it equal attention, happy to see her eyes closedas she twisted her head back and forth. She was so sensitive, so responsive. It was addictive. I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of her.
Shifting lower, my lips grazed over the soft swell of her stomach before I was pushing myself lower. I looked up to see her biting that bottom lip, looking hesitant, her whole body flushed red. I gave her a look that had her relaxing slightly, allowing me to settle on my stomach between her thighs. She smelled incredible, and I was dying to get a taste of her.
She squirmed, avoiding eye contact, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sudden bashfulness. I was trying to be gentle, to make sure she was ready, but it felt like my heart hadn’t stopped racing since I got there. My body and head hadn’t synced up and were fueled by a fear of losing her—of a version where she closed the door and never let me back in.
Angered that she would deny me what was mine, I dove in mercilessly. She cried out when I sucked her clit into my mouth, and her legs dropped open, no longer tensing up and trying to push me away. I made sure to watch her reaction, figuring out what she liked and didn’t.
Coating my hand in her juices, I growled at the tightness surrounding my finger as I slowly pressed it inside her. I winced at the idea of hurting Fee, but I had more control at that moment. I wanted to make it as easy as possible. Keeping my eyes on her, making sure to register every movement and response, I pushed through her impossibly tight sheath until my finger was able to move in and out of her with less resistance.
Moving slowly, she winced and tensed up, so I waited. I sat up and watched what I was doing. When her muscles finally started to relax, I moved my finger in and out of her slowly, making sure to graze her G-spot on the way out, keeping pressure on her clit with the palm of my hand. I had never seen a more beautifulsight than the moment she shattered, her walls sucking my finger in deeper as her body tightened and relaxed around me.
I kept my movements slow, helping her come down without losing contact. She was sensitive and tried to push me away, but I kept my hand where it was as I crawled back up her body. I moved my finger in and out of her slowly, testing the walls, getting ready to add another digit as my lips claimed hers. She didn’t hold back, didn’t shy away from the taste of herself, and once again, I was lost in her touch.
Her hands trailed down my chest, grabbing for my cock before I pushed them away. When she tried to protest, I added the second finger and watched as she dropped back onto the bed, her back arching as she adjusted to the intrusion. She felt like heaven, and I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Smiling, I watched as her breathing sped up and she started to move her hips against my hand.
“That’s right. Take what you need, baby,” I said, looking down at the glorious sight she made.
She opened her eyes and looked around wildly, unable to hold still under my hands. I applied pressure to her clit and watched her explode underneath me for the second time that night. It was incredible, and I wanted to make it happen again and again. I slowly removed my hand, noticing the pink tinge coating my fingers and her thighs. I kissed her gently before whispering, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” I stepped into the bathroom to wet a washcloth and rinse my hands, not wanting to get blood anywhere else.
Once back in the bedroom, I was grateful to see Fiona sprawled in the center of the bed, as if she didn’t have the energy to move a single limb. Using the warm cloth, I cleaned her up, smiling as her eyes burst open when I made contact. Once she realized what I was doing, a warm look crossed her face, and she leaned back, hesitantly letting me take care of her.
Since I was already down there, I couldn’t help but get another taste, and was rewarded by Fiona’s surprised moan. Wanting to make sure she was ready, I licked and ate at her until she was nearly begging me for more. Feeling the liquid from her core coating my face, I decided she was ready.
