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Alina:

I’m hyperaware of my legs around Bash as he carries me inside. He walks us around the couch and into the living room as our hearts pound against each other’s chests. I feel like I’m holding my breath again as he releases my body and sets me down in front of him. “Let’s make a bed on the floor,” he suggests as I nod enthusiastically, grinning widely.

“We can pull my mattress out here!” I respond as he immediately nods his head in agreement.

“That’s a great idea. Where is it?” I lead him to my room down a short hallway connected to the living room. There’s two bedrooms on this side of the house. One is mine and the other is my brother’s. We share the bathroom across from them both.

I quickly grab the pillows and blankets as Bash uses his strength to whip my mattress free of the box spring. He follows me back into the living room, dragging the full-sized mattress behind him effortlessly. We set it up below the couch and in front of the tv, throwing extra pillows and blankets down for good measure. I bite my lip as I find the courage to look at him, the anticipation obviously heavy around us. And fucking killing me. “I want to experience this fucking tongue you keep bragging about,” I tease him as I approach him, and he takes me into his sturdy arms. His blue eyes rake over me as I melt into his embrace and allow him to bear some of my weight. He accepts me, pulling me closer into his hard body.

“And I want to experience how you taste, Lina Girl.” My face feels extremely hot as I shyly look back into his eyes. “That’s right, I wanna taste you,” he says, that same look turning into something more wicked as his fingertips dig into my hips. “I want to eat your pretty pussy. I want you to come on my tongue. I want to feast on you all night, Alina. Because it’s your fucking birthday and you fucking deserve it, baby.” He’s pushing me to the mattress and I’m following without resistance. Before I know it, his gorgeous body is on top of mine, pressing me into the pillows and blankets around us. No one’s ever said anything like that to me before. The butterflies are raging inside of my stomach as we make out, our tongues tangled as much as our legs. His fingers grip both of my cheeks and I realize suddenly I adore the way he holds my face like this, in both his palms. It makes me feel like every ounce of love he has to give is being directed at me. And I’m eating it up, hoping it lasts for fucking ever.

Bash’s hips grind into mine, promises of what he has for me there rubbing against the sensitive area between my legs. It feels so good, I buck back into him without shame. One of his hands leaves my face and meets my ass, helping me to move against him. He moans into my mouth, causing me to do the same. His sounds are heavenly. I’m completely lost in him. I fist his long hair in my hands, really throwing my hips into his, expressing noises in a way that sound so fucking weird to my ears, but good to let out. “ Shit ,” Bash growls as his hand on my face trails to my neck and jaw. He holds me a little more forcefully and I find that I like it. I’m beginning to crave that dare he gets in his eyes, begging me to keep asking for more.

I couldn’t stop demanding more of him if I tried.

His hand on my ass sneaks up to the top of my pants and unbuttons them. He’s only done it once before and yet I can’t imagine any other boy ever doing this to me.

Only Bash.

I only ever want Sebastian Cox.

Sebastian:

“Hurry up,” she commands and I’m laughing instantly, surprised. She’s squirming below me, unknowingly trying to gain friction on her clit. She’s so fucking sexy . And I get to fucking eat her out.

“I’m gonna take your pants off, Lina Girl,” I narrate, just to ensure her comfort. I want to give her ample opportunity to stop if she feels uncomfortable. But judging by the way she’s humping me every chance she gets, she seems to be enjoying this just as much as I am. She lifts her hips, helping me to undress her. I feel a zing through my balls as her thighs expose themselves, followed by her knees, and finally her calves and ankles. She’s wearing red, lace panties and it takes everything in me not to blow my load right here and now looking at those fucking things.

For a girl who never lets anyone fuck her, she certainly cares about her underwear.

My fingers stray immediately, rubbing all over her hips and legs. She’s watching me, staring right into my soul as I look back at her, all of the love I’m feeling for her radiating from my fingertips. I bend her knees and set her feet flat against the mattress. I don’t pull them apart yet. I want her to be begging for it and I can see the anxiety in her eyes warring with the sensations I’m pulling from her body. She’s never been this open with anyone. I want her to know she’s ok to be herself. That she’s safe with me tonight.

I’m glad I waited as I see the shift in her eyes. She takes a breath, her bravery returning as she opens her knees slightly herself. I take the invitation and push my torso between them, hovering over her body. We’re both doing our best to continue to breathe, but we’re both also freaking the fuck out. I know she feels what I’m feeling. This sense of urgency to come together, but also the fear that it’ll happen so fast that it’ll be over too quickly.

I wanna do this right. She’s waited for so long. She’s chosen me and I have a responsibility to make sure her body and her heart are taken care of.

My fingers trail down her thighs as I continue to stroke her legs and get her used to my touch on her lower body. She’s closing her eyes now, so I know my patience is paying off. She’s settling down, this new experience not as scary anymore. I’m glad. Her legs are absolute heaven. Long and lean, milky and smooth. I’m so fucking excited to throw them over my shoulders.

I switch up the direction I’m rubbing her with my fingers, focusing now on the insides of her thighs, trailing a little higher as I go with each swipe. Her eyelids fly open and suddenly, she’s staring at me with her intense green eyes. So many questions are silently being thrown my way within them. I decide to answer them all by dragging my tongue up her inner thigh on one leg, skipping over her clit, then using it to glide down her other leg. She sucks in a nervous breath as she shudders below me, her eyes darkening with lust. She nods at me, spurring me onward as I repeat the motion, only this time, I run the tip of my nose over her covered clit, causing her to squeak and clamp her legs around my body between them.

I love that vice-like action.

Before Alina, I swear I’d eat a girl out just to experience that thigh grab. You can’t fake that involuntary movement.

But fuck every other girl.

There’s only Alina and her legs and her vice-like grip now.

Alina:

I feel so self-conscious and exposed.

He’s looking at me with those eyes, the ones that promise dirty, amazing things to come. And it scares me. Because I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. I don’t want to lose Bash. What if I’m doing everything wrong and he never talks to me again after this night? What if I’m too annoying or not pretty enough down there? What if he thinks I’m ugly when he gets me naked? Millions of questions swirl around my brain as Bash continues to pet me. I wish I could just blurt them all out, but I think that’d actually be worse.

He nuzzles me, his nose burying itself deeper into my panties this time. That zing I felt from before floods my lower body, making the butterflies dance. I never knew people stuck their fucking noses into other people’s crotches. Does he like this? As he does it a third time, I decide he has to. I never asked for this, and he keeps doing it over and over again.

The fourth time he meets the center of my panties, he uses his tongue, not his nose. The warmth seeps through the lace and I can feel a dull sensation building as he lightly sucks at my body. It feels fucking incredible . I find I’m holding my breath as he lets my body go. I instantly miss the contact of his mouth. I know I’m addicted to it, and I haven’t even felt his skin upon my skin, his tongue upon that sweet spot he massaged earlier to make me explode.

My wish is granted as he finally exposes my pussy fully by pulling off my underwear, the living room air meeting my body. It feels strange to be naked in the middle of my house, even though I know we’re the only ones here. I internally panic at the realization that I’m displayed entirely before Bash as he takes a few seconds to look me over, biting the tip of his tongue. Does he… like it? I can’t tell. I’m about to start talking as he lets out an elongated, “ Fuuuck .” I don’t know what it means. I go to close my legs, feeling too open, wondering why he’s just staring at me. But he holds my thighs and meets my eyes with his soft blue ones. “Please, Alina. Don’t be scared.” His voice is gentle and calm, a pleasant smile upon his perfect lips. I stop listening to the self-conscious thoughts flooding my brain as his voice fills my head. “You’re absolutely perfect, baby.” I allow my legs to relax as we look at each other. I watch his eyes move, trailing back down to my pussy. Maybe him watching me isn’t so bad. If he’s not disgusted or mad at what he sees, then I think I can get used to this.

And then he starts to touch me. And I decide it really isn’t bad at all. I want him to do this to me every fucking day, it feels so fucking good. He strokes the outside of my pussy smoothly, letting his magical fingers slide over my skin in gentle, thorough movements. I feel the muscles in my thighs truly melt as my relaxation hits a new level. His thumb swipes at that sweet spot with direct contact for the first time since he made me come earlier. The pads of his fingers glide against me, my wetness completely coating his hand.

“ Holy fuck , Lina Girl. Your fucking pussy, baby.”

And with that, he bends down and opens his mouth, poking his tongue through his lips and settling it against my body. I am not ready for the sensation that explodes across my lower half. I whimper and buck into him, but he’s ready for it and holds my hips down. He pulls me into his mouth and begins to create a pulsating rhythm with his sucking. “Bash! Oh, my fucking god, Bash!! ”

I’m absolutely throbbing below him.

His mouth vibrates against my body as he laughs softly to himself. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and isn’t stopping. It takes less than a minute for me to come on his tongue. And when I do, I feel like the universe is opening up and swallowing me whole, the moment endless and over quickly all at once. Making no sense and yet all the sense in the world. He licks me up the center of my pussy, causing me to thrash about and jerk involuntarily. He laughs again, this one louder and filled with pride in his work. He climbs on top of me, his lips meeting mine as I’m introduced to my own scent. I go crazy, smelling his mouth as I allow my essence to coat my face, my lips, my tongue. He rubs it over me, smiling as I assault him with my kisses and licks, his fingers holding the crook of my knee as we cuddle into the pillows around us.

Bash Cox is a fucking sexual god and I’m nothing but a firm believer in all the rumors of his skills.