He swivels his hips, then follows it with a chuckle that sounds awfully proud. “You always were so sensitive.”
My muscles scream in protest as I flip us until I’m on top, but watching his cockiness shift to surprise makes it worth the pain. I hook his knees and press forward, spreading him wide.
His eyes don’t leave mine as we line up, and he nods as I notch the tip of my cock against his hole. The stretch is eased by my slick, and his spine arches as I sink into him.
I pause as his chest lifts. “Good?”
His smile takes my breath away as he reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I’m great, princess.”
A shuddering, relieved inhale fills my lungs at the comfort of being with him in this way. I spent years thinking I’d never get to come home, but he’s here now.
He’shome, and he’s mine.
We both groan as I pull back and then sink further, giving him more until our skin sits flush. The next thrust is harder, and his eyes roll into his head as sparks crackle across my limbs. Pleasure builds in slow, deliberate waves, and we find a rhythm that feels like rediscovery. I fight my urge to rush as I fall into the dream of having him here with me, safe and real beneath my touch.
Bash’s fingernails trace down my spine, hard enough to leave a trail of fire but gentle enough not to hurt. He’s mindful of the lingering soreness in my body—attentive in the way he’s always had. His eyes don’t move from mine, watching intently for any signs of pain even as he searches for those subtle signals that tell him I’m close.
My hair falls around us like a veil from the rest of the world, shielding this moment for us. He’s beautiful underneath me. A sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead, and his brows are drawn in concentration while his lips remain parted in quiet ecstasy.
Soft moans escape his throat with every drive of my hips, and despite how much I want to savor this, to stretch it into eternity, it takes no time at all before I’m fighting to hold back.
“Bash,” I whine, and my fingers knot in the sheets as my rhythm falters.
“Take what you need, Xen,” he encourages, his voice is rough. Even pinned underneath me, he swings his body up to meet mine with that familiar fire. “Gods, I’ve missed this. Go ahead, princess. I know you need to.”
The words unravel the last thread of my restraint, and I drive into him harder, the rhythm turning urgent as pleasure coils tight in my core. My lips crash into his, swallowing his moans and feeding him my own like we could sustain each other indefinitely.
He arches beneath me and silently urges me on, nails digging into my back just enough to sting in the best way. The world narrows to this, and pressure builds until I can’t hold back any longer.
I tear my mouth from his as I call out his name. Blinding release crashes through my body like a tidal wave that drags me under and refuses to let go. Cum and slick spill from him as I pull out, warm and messy, and coating us both. When I sink back inside, everything is slippery. Hot, wet friction makes him clench around me with a desperate whimper, drawing out the last pulses of my orgasm.
I pin him there beneath me, hips flush against his and gasping in time with the throb of my cock buried deep inside him. Each thump echoes through my veins until it fades to a slow, satisfied ache.
His chest heaves against mine, breaths ragged and fingers digging into my back like we could ever get any closer than this.
Bash rolls us, flipping me onto my back in a fluid motion. He grips my cock, stroking me as my thighs quiver and my teeth clench against the overwhelming rush of sensation.
He presses himself against my wet hole. The blunt head of his cock teases my entrance, sliding through the mess of slick already dripping from me.
The kiss of metal from his piercing drags along my sensitive rim, the curved barbell catching just enough to send a jolt of electric pleasure sparking up my spine. My breath hitches at the sensation, that foreign bite of steel against a body I’ve long memorized.
His eyes lock on mine, pupils blown wide. “Are you ready for me?”
Unable to form words, I nod frantically, and he drives forward with deliberate slowness. The obscene amount of slick makes his entrance easy, but that damn piercing makes my toes curl.
He pauses halfway, glancing up at me with a wicked smirk. “Knew you liked it.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I order, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing how wrecked I already am.
He huffs a breathy chuckle, then drives forward to fill me completely. A fresh wave of fire shoots through my limbs, my body stretched and stimulated in places that make my vision blur at the edges.
I gasp, back arching off the bed as my fingers claw at the sheets, desperate for purchase. Bash spreads my knees further and pushes even deeper, the piercing pressing right against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My palm slaps against my mouth to keep me from crying out.
He stays there, bottomed out inside me as his fingers dance along my length, teasing me with feather-light strokes. When they dip into my slit to collect more slick, my teeth sink into the heel of my palm, muffling the whine that tries to escape.
He chuckles again, low and filthy, wrapping his slippery fingers around my cock and giving one slow, deliberate stroke.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Already shaking and I’ve barely started.”
