“You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes!”
“You want to see yourself stretch around my thick cock?”
“Oh, god.” I moan, envisioning what we’re about to do.
Bastion pinches my clit, and it’s like the trigger for an atomic bomb—I explode.
There’s no awareness of what I do or what I say, just a spiraling pleasure until I’m ricocheted back into my body, sweating and panting and leaning against the glass.
Bastion spins me around, and his mouth is on mine, owning me, and all I can do is follow his lead. I realize with a startling clarity that I’ll follow this man to the edge of the world.
He dips down and lifts me with his hands on both thighs until I’m straddling his waist and he’s walking me toward the bed. Then I’m on the mattress, crawling backward toward the middle, while he removes his shirt and slacks.
Once he’s naked, he strokes himself as he stares at me, and I’m so greedy for him that all I can think is that I want my hand on his cock.
He must be able to read my mind because he says, “You’ll get your turn later.”
Bastion crawls across the mattress until he hovers over me, letting some of his weight drop onto me, but not all. Our eyes meet as he dips his head to kiss me. There’s so much in his kiss that I don’t know what to make of it. It feels like a confession of sorts, but of what, I don’t know.
I open my legs to make room for him, and his hips slip between my thighs as he kisses down the side of my neck.
“Show me what this can be, Bast, please.”
He straightens to lock his gaze with mine. “You called me Bast.”
I draw back, unsure why, but it just came out. “I’m sorry, I?—”
He crashes his lips to mine again, but he ends it too soon. When he draws back, he says, “Only those closest to me call me Bast. Never call me Bastion again. Promise?”
I nod, my heart swelling.
Bast takes my lips again. Within minutes, I’m writhing underneath him, desperate for more, for all of him. The hard length of him pressing against me is a constant reminder of what I’m missing.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I say against his lips.
“Let me get a condom,” he says.
I want to cry out when he rolls off of me to go to the top drawer of his nightstand. His hand darts around inside it for a moment, then he pulls out an open box of condoms, and my brain makes note.
But I can’t think about other women right now. Can’t think about what number I am to him. Tonight, it’s only us.
He reaches for something else, but I only see a flash of hot pink. Then Bastion takes a condom from the box and tosses the box back in the drawer, bringing the package to his mouth and ripping it open. I’m not sure why, but watching him roll the condom down his length is so hot, my heart beats even faster.
He comes back over me, and I spread my thighs, inviting him in. “You ready for me, Hattie?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Holding the base, he notches the head at my entrance, pushing in slowly.
He’s big. Definitely bigger than Rich was, though it wasn’t as if I didn’t already know that.
He’s a couple inches in when he groans, his forehead dropping to meet mine. “Fuck, babe, I need a minute.”
Pleasure spreads through my body like a spiderweb. I’m doing this to him. Not some super-experienced sex kitten, but me, innocent Hattie, who has only been with one other man.
My hands clutch his shoulders before I bring them around to his back, digging my nails up. I bring my mouth to his ear and whisper, “Fuck me, Bast.”
