He cants his hips and wraps his fingers around us both to spread the lube. The way we move is deliberate… worshipful, almost, despite how badly I want to rush.
How desperate I am to crest that peak and lose myself in the pleasure.
“I bet you’re wet back here, too,” he murmurs as his hand sneaks around my body, and he groans as he taps a fingertip against my hole.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.
“That’s the plan,” I agree breathlessly.
He laughs as he sinks a fingertip inside me, but I have other ideas.
“Mmm, hands to yourself,” I warn as I grab his wrist and pull his hand away.
The moment he’s inside me, my self-control will disappear. I have enough experience with Bash’s magic fingers to recognize that as a hard truth. He separates from our kiss with a question in his eyes, and I’m more than prepared to give him an answer.
I replace his hand with mine and work two fingers into my hole. My eye closes and I moan quietly as I sink them deeper, slick coating my hand as I thrust.
“Tease,” he mutters.
I grin as I continue to finger myself, digging my head into the pillow as I add a third. Heat spreads in my lower back, and I reluctantly slide my fingers free.
“My turn now?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I’m pretty sure I told you to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Pretty sure you don’t make the rules,” he retorts with a lift of his brow.
“Pretty sure I do,” I murmur as I claim his lips again. My hand works around his back and lower.
He groans when he understands my intention, tilting his hips and throwing his leg over my thigh as he rocks against me.
“Want me inside you?” I ask.
“Yes,” he pleads, never ceasing the slow roll of his hips. He moves his body like we’re already connected, just as eager as me.
“Want me to fuck you?” My fingertip teases his entrance, and I shudder at the squeeze as I slip between the fluttering muscles. “Gods, you’re tight.”
He releases a long, drawn-out moan of my name, and it turns pleading as he pushes back for more.
I’ve missed this so much.
The intimacy of working him open. Preparing his body to take me, and listening to him beg. The way he becomes submissive and needy when he wants me to fuck him, losing his usually concrete patience.
Our lips brush as we breathe the same air, and as soon as I’m knuckle deep, he begs for another. A second finger joins the first, and Bash is pliant as his body yields to me.
He’s so enrapt in the sensations that his hips stop moving. He lies there, eyes squeezed closed and jaw slack as I work my fingers in and out of him. They move inside him, relishing the squeeze of his muscles and the flex of his cock against my thigh in response.
I lift onto my knees as he rolls to his back, and I take my time cataloguing every plane of his body. The tendons in his neck draw tight with each thrust of my fingers. His cock lies against his flexing abs, weeping pre-cum that glistens off his piercing.
“Are you ready for another?” I taunt.
He shakes his head as he moves, fucking himself on my fingers. His eyes flutter open, letting me see how much he wants it.
“I don’t need it. Just fuck me, please? I’m ready.”
A pang of jealousy hits my chest at his insistence, but I don’t look away fast enough.
“Hey,” he says, his voice infinitely gentler, and his brows bunch as he pushes up on his elbows. He moves before I can stop him and swoops me into his arms before he drops me on my back, hovering above me.
