Bash groans low in the back of his throat as he stares at the bulge in my panties, then wraps his lips around the fabric and gently sucks.
“Oh, gods,” I moan as my hips snap forward.
His low chuckle is pleased as his tongue traces the edges of my underwear. He flicks his tongue underneath the satin to trace the edges of my slit, and my knees spread so wide they nearly meet the mattress.
The noises that leave me are unrestrained, my body on fire from the contact I’ve been missing for so fucking long.
Bash gets greedy as he nudges the fabric aside and takes my cock into his mouth. His tongue curls around it, sliding the ring of his lips further until they meet where it extends my body.
He sucks for a blissful moment before he pulls off me again. “Hold it inside, princess,” he murmurs as he shifts his attention to the crease of my thigh. “I know how much you love to come when it drips out of you.”
My stomach muscles tense, and I moan again at the fullness as my cock retracts slowly.
Bash gives another slow, deliberate lick up my center before he slides my panties back in place and returns to his teasing. He licks over the fabric and sucks the tip of my cock as I try to keep it inside. When I’m soaked and desperate, he moves lower until the flat of his tongue drags over my hole. He moans like a starving man as slick pours from me there, too.
“Gods, I’ve missed the taste of you,” he mutters as he pushes my panties aside once more, and starts eating me out in earnest.
My heels press into the mattress as my hips roll in a maddening rhythm against his mouth. His tongue dips inside me, and my whimpers and whines get louder as my body demands more.
Steady, firm hands cup my hips and pull me closer. Teeth scrape and the rasp of Bash’s stubble burns as he thrusts his tongue deeper. His hands drag along my hips before they move under my thighs, and I call out as he pushes my legs into my chest and spreads me wide.
“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He stares at me from between my legs, his lips swollen and chin shiny with spit and slick.
“Bash,” I moan as I try to move, to takemore, but he pins me there as he turns my body into a feast.
I clench as my cock pulses deep inside me, and I gasp as I fight to stave off my release. Heavy streams of slick leak from my slit as my core tightens, and Bash’s eyes snap to the drip of liquid.
It’s like no time at all has passed as he reads my body’s signals, but he doesn't let me fall over the edge. My panties are soaked as he slides them back in place, sticking to my body like a second skin as he releases my legs to fall against the bed.
“Come here,” he says as he moves to my mouth, tasting of slick and sex. The kiss feels significant—like coming home after so very long away, and I cling to him, hands and fingers grasping at anything I can get ahold of.
His shirt, his hair, arms and back and lower, wrapping my legs around him and gasping at the sensation of his cock rubbing against my thigh. He shifts until it presses against my hole, and I pull back to stare at his gorgeous face.
“Please?” I beg, rolling my body and wanting nothing more than for him to slip his shorts down and take me right now. It wouldn’t take much, and he knows it.
A few thrusts, maybe only one, and I’d be done.
“Patience,” he whispers back, driving his hips forward as he claims my mouth again. Our lips part in tandem as his tongue dips into my mouth, and we’re moving as one as he kisses me like he needs my taste to survive.
Like he’s missed me as much as I’ve missed him, and I can only pray that’s true.
His fingers tiptoe down my body, and he tears his mouth away as he rubs me through my soaked panties. I call out, spreading my knees and grinding against him as he shoves them aside and slips two fingers into my hole.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, thrusting into me as I fight to hold everything inside. “You’re trying not to come right now, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I admit in a shaky whisper.
“You always were so fucking sensitive,” he mutters as he kisses me and adds a third finger.
“You’re doing so good holding it back, princess,” he whispers as my body pulses. “Give me a few more minutes to enjoy this before you go, okay?”
It’s a fight to obey, but I give him a rough nod.
His fingers slide from my body and I ache with the emptiness, but he drags them through my slit and pushes them inside, tracing the shape of my cock.
“You’re so perfect.” He fingers me with practiced precision, feeling the way my muscles flex with the need to come. “So needy.”
His name leaves me again as I rock my hips and fuck myself on his fingers. My mouth falls open, slack from the pure bulletsof pleasure that rip through my body, but before I can fall over the edge, he pulls out.
