Of course, he catches it. He sees everything.
“Don’t worry. I know what you need.” Then he leans over me and kisses my shoulder while rubbing the length of his dick through my slit, coating himself in my slick before lining his head up at my entrance and slowly, torturously slowly, pushing in.
With the side of my face pressed into the mattress and my ass in the air like this, he fills me deeply and fully, and it’s so much. So full. Stretched almost to the point of pain, I suck in a breath and hold still while he rubs his palms up and down my spine, giving me time to adjust.
But only for a moment.
I did ask him to let go, after all.
“Oh, shit, baby. You’re so tight like this.”
I can’t respond. He pulls back before thrusting hard and deep, and all I can manage is a garbled moan.
“Goddamn. Look at your perfect ass bouncing as I fuck you, Indigo. Shit.”
As if the sight is sending him into a frenzy, Bash picks up the pace, his hips smacking into my ass with a relentless pace. The bed groans beneath us, the headboard bumping against the wall.
Each hard thrust has me sliding up the mattress until Bash grabs hold of my hips and uses them to pull me back onto his cock again and again.
I’m going to have bruises, and I’m not mad.
I’ve written FMCs who get turned on by the idea of their lovers leaving their mark after an intense round of lovemaking, but I never saw the appeal in real life.
I get it now.
Each little bruise will be a secret etched into my skin. A reminder of what we did. Of who I’m with.
“Fuck. You’re soaking my dick, and you’re not even coming yet. What are you thinking about right now, dirty girl?”
I choke on the words before they can leave my throat. All I can manage are gasps and groans.
“You’re a dream, Indie. This is a dream. It has to be.”
The soft emotion in Sebastian’s voice only serves to heighten the pleasure his rough treatment of my body brings. I want to tell him it’s real. That I’m here. His. But all I can manage is awhine of pleasure as my stomach tightens and heat builds in my muscles and my lower belly.
“Love the way you feel, baby. You’re so soft. So perfect.”
I’m too lost in pleasure to feel even a shred of insecurity about his use of the wordsoft.
“Fuck. I’m so close.”
So am I. And when Sebastian reaches around and circles my clit with his fingers, I fall over the edge within moments. Bash follows almost immediately, his cock jumping inside of me, his hips bucking harder, faster, until he stills over me.
“Indie…”
I sag into the mattress as he presses his forehead between my shoulder blades. “Oh my god.”
“You’re perfect. You know that, right?”
A different kind of pleasure flushes through my body. “So are you.”
“I still can’t believe this is real. I spent so many years searching for you in every crowd, and then there you were. Sometimes I pinch myself to make sure I’m not imagining all of it.”
“Oh, Bash.” When he pulls out of me, quickly taking care of the condom, I roll over and let him pull my head onto his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Indigo. Now that I know what you saw, I don’t blame you. Just… promise me that if you ever find yourself in a situation where you’re thinking about running again, you’ll talk to me first? Give me a chance to grovel if I screw up. Or explain if there’s a misunderstanding.” He sucks in a deep breath, my head rising with his chest. “I can’t lose you again.”
“You won’t,” I promise.
