Page 37 of Once Upon a Star

His legs were wide apart and his erection sprung out high above him. He was a big man, probably the biggest I had ever had. It was almost intimidating to see, but I was determined. I wanted to do this for him, for myself, and I was going to. I stroked him a few times and he moaned out my name again. The sound of his voice gave me courage, and I put my mouth on the tip of his erection.

I glided my hand down him as I worked my mouth over him. I used my other hand to tease his thighs and he twitched slightly at my touch. His reaction was more than I thought it was going to be and I enjoyed it. I took my time going lower and lower on him, enjoying the sound of his breathing coming in slightly faster. I loved how his body started to tense and he got bigger and bigger in my mouth.

Time seemed to stand still, and I took all of it as I worked my way lower down on him. I took more of him with each bob. It reminded me of how he had taken me and I only hoped he was getting as much pleasure as I had.

When he was all the way in my mouth, he moaned and his body jerked in response. I bobbed my mouth up and down on him a few times, loving how he grew and his reaction. He bent his knees up as he sat up. His change in my position allowed him to go even further in my mouth. His hands went under the covers and to my arms, he tugged on them.

“Ara, damn. You are incredible. That was wonderful, but I must taste you,” Bash moaned.

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he lifted me up, slid his arms under my legs, and then moved me so I was right in front of his mouth. The change in position was unexpected, but not as much as feeling his tongue between my legs.

“Bash!” I cried out as he lapped his tongue inside me.

It was my turn to cry out. I gripped the headboard as my hips moved with his tongue. I had wanted to give back to him but he had in turn given me so much more. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes as my body moved over him. I could feel my orgasm forming and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I went over.

“Bash. I. Oh,” I cried out.

I was seconds from finding my release when Bash moved me down so that I was sitting on his stomach. His hands immediately went to my hips and lifted me up. I hardly had time to comprehend what he was doing before he slammed me down on top of him. I cried out as he filled me as no man had. My body convulsed around him as my orgasm ran through my body.

“Yes,” I cried out as I went over.

Bash kept his hands on my hips and let me ride him as waves of pleasure racked through my body. My hands went to his chest and gripped, needing to feel something real, because what he had done to me felt like something from another world.

“Yes, my love. There you go. Come back to me,” Bash said softly.

It took me a few moments to comprehend what he was saying. I didn’t let myself dwell on the fact that he called me “my love.” Instead, I concentrated on the feeling of his hands on my hips, hands that moved up to my breasts and back down. I reveled in the feeling of his thumb on my clit as I started to come up again. I opened my eyes and they locked on Bash’s. He was staring at me with such intensity, it stole my breath. I had never had a man look at me the way he was. There was such desire, need, passion, and, even if I didn’t want to admit it, love looking back at me.

It was too much for me to handle and I dropped down on top of him and kissed him. He let me, his tongue diving inside my mouth as I moved over him. I could feel how hard he was and it wasn’t going to take him long to go over. I was wet and ready for him.

I sat up and moved my knees so they were closer to his shoulders. It changed my position slightly and allowed him to go deeper inside me. Bash moaned as I did and I knew he liked the change. I put my hands back on his chest as I worked my hips over him, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

Bash was right with me, meeting each of my thrusts with his own. His hands came up and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples in a way I hadn’t even known I would like. I rocked over him, closed my eyes, and tilted my head back.

Soon we were frantic for each other and I knew I was close. Bash was right there with me and practically bounced me off the bed with his body and gyrations. When I was seconds from finding my release, Bash stopped and sat up. My head shot down and I locked eyes with him as he put his arms around me. He jerked his hip under me and I cried out.

His lips found mine and he gave me the softest of kisses. It was so different from the intensity of the moment; I didn’t know what to think. He did it again and his eyes held mine. By his look, by what he was making me feel, I knew I couldn’t pretend that this was just some fun between two people. This didn’t feel like a good-bye, it felt like a promise, like a wish, like a dream. This was deeper, this was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. This was Bash, my Bash, and that was the only way it was ever going to be between us.

The look, the feel of him, how he was making me feel were all too much. I closed my eyes to hide from it but he wouldn’t let me. Bash put his hand behind my back, forcing me to look at him. His face was inches from mine and all I could see was the deep hazel of them. Eyes that were looking at me with such love, such trust, such concern, that I could feel tears forming in my eyes.

“Only you. Only this. Only us,” he said as he moved under me.

It was his words that sent me over, not his body, and I cried out as I came. He was right there next to me and buried his face into my neck as he followed me over the edge. I dropped my head down and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same and we held each other long after we had come down.

There were no words to express what we had done. All I knew was that I was in way over my head when it came to Bash and I had no idea what I was going to do about it.

Chapter 21

Sebastian

We were both quiet as we made breakfast. It wasn’t an awkward silence or a feeling that we had done something we shouldn’t. It felt more like a self-reflection, as if no words needed to be spoken about what had happened and how things had changed between us. Or it could have been the simple fact that we were both tired and needed coffee after not getting much sleep the night before.

I was used to late nights, long hours, and functioning on little to no sleep. I had found a way to be friendly to my fellow cast members as I waited for the caffeine to take its desired effect. I didn’t need to do that with Ara. Even though I was tired, I was happy, and felt more alive than I had in years.

The night before had been everything I wanted and hoped to have with Ara. It had been incredible having her in my arms, holding her, kissing her, loving her, looking at her as she went over. I hadn’t thought I could love her more than I already did but after the night we shared, I did. I wondered if I would keep falling more and more in love with her as the years passed.

There was no doubt in my mind that we would be together. There was no turning back from what we did and what we meant to each other. What we shared, not only the night before but in our past, was too big, too important to just push aside. I might have before, but I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I had Ara in my life, she was never going to leave it.

“Pizza?” I asked as I looked into the refrigerator.