Page 36 of Once Upon a Star

As if to prove her point, she tugged me on top of her and guided me between her legs. I brushed up against her opening and I sighed into her neck. “Ara,” I moaned.

“Yes. Take me,” she sighed.

Her words were all the invitation I needed. I was rock-hard and desperate to be inside her. I sighed and did as she asked. I lifted my body up slightly so I could enter her. In the back of my mind, I worried that we didn’t have protection, but I was clean, and I wouldn’t mind if our lovemaking resulted in a pregnancy.

Ara wrapped her legs around me, her hips moved under me, as she lightly touched my erection. I dropped my mouth to her as I nestled between her legs, teasing us both. Our tongues danced as I moved myself inside her, slowly. I was a big man and I wanted her to get used to my girth. She sighed and arched her back up toward me, her body opening to accept me. Her legs tightened around me as if she was afraid I was going to move away.

I wanted to tell her I couldn’t leave her. I would never leave her. She was all I wanted, all I needed in life. I had wanted this, her, for as long as I could remember. As long as she would have me, I was never going to let her go.

She felt so good; she was so wet, her cries and moans the perfect soundtrack to what I was feeling. I slid right inside. She cried out as I did, arched her back, and moved with me. She felt perfect; she was perfect. I moved my hands to her hips as I drove myself deeper and deeper inside her, going faster and faster with each thrust. She matched each of my thrust with her own. Soft sounds of excitement and need came out of her mouth and turned me on. Soon, we were frantic as I moved in and out of her and she gyrated underneath me. Her legs tightened around me and I could tell she was so close to coming.

“Yes, Ara,” I moaned.

“Bash. Oh Bash! Don’t stop” she cried.

I kissed her again as she started to go over, passionately, deeply. In that kiss, in that moment I wanted her to know how much she mattered and how much what we were doing mattered to me. I might have been a fool to let her go once, but I was never, ever going to do that again.

She cried out into my mouth as she came and tightened her body around me. At the feeling of her going over, it was all too much and I fell as well. I tightened my hold on her as I did. I cried out into her mouth and could feel tears forming in my eyes. It was everything I had hoped for and more. I felt as if our bodies had become one and I never wanted to let the feeling or her go.

Spent, I dropped down next to her. I shifted my weight so I wasn’t crushing her. Ara rolled with me and put her head on my shoulder. I kept my arms around her as I put my head on top of hers. I could feel her heartbeat slowly returning to normal, as did mine. I wanted to say something to her. I wanted to tell her how amazing that had been, how much it had meant to me but I couldn’t find the words. Instead, I just ran my hand lazily up and down her arm as she slowly fell asleep. With a smile on my face, I closed my eyes and followed her into oblivion.

Chapter 20

Aracely

The first thought I had when I woke up in the morning was that the pillow was harder than I remembered. It took me a few seconds to realize it wasn’t a pillow but Bash’s chest I was resting on. His hand was lying on top of my shoulder, his breathing even and quiet as he slept next to me. The warmth of his body and his steady heartbeat almost lulled me back to sleep. It felt so good, so wonderful to be in his arms.

Had I really come into his room the night before and asked him why he hadn’t slept with me? Had it turned into a brutally honest conversation that resulted in the best night of my life? Had I really just slept with Sebastian Anderson? It all seemed surreal and yet, feeling his body next to mine and the memory of how we had been, it was all very real.

There had been no words of commitment, no promises of tomorrow, and I knew I wasn’t going to get them. Bash had never been a man who believed in forever and he wasn’t going to change for some high school crush. What we had had been building for years. It had hung between us like a noose and it was time to get it off both of us.

I wasn’t going to delude myself into thinking that anything more was going to happen between Bash and me. This was something that we needed to do; we needed closure. This needed to run its course. We had opened up a dialog. A way to be what we had never been to each other. We might continue to do it, but we didn’t have a future.

He talked about how much he cared about me, how much he had missed me, and had said he loved me. I felt the same way. The connection we felt for each other had never been our problem. The problem was what we wanted out of life, what we had to accomplish in our careers. My life was in New York and his in California. Neither of us was going to change that, so there was no point in thinking this was going to last longer than when he was in the city.

I thought it would hurt more to come to that realization. But I think I had always known all along. It was why I had kept him at arms-length, it was why I had allowed us to be friends but never anything more. But that hadn’t worked and now we had slept together. While it should have caused a whole lot of problems, it felt like it made things easier for us instead.

We would be lovers, we would enjoy the time we had together and when it was done, we would say good-bye in the way we should have done and hadn’t years ago. Our love had been a great love but it was only going to end in tragedy. Knowing that, and knowing I would have this time with him, made seeing how this was going to end easier. When he left me, and he would, I would be able to hold my head up high and move on.

Or at least, I hoped I could.

Bash stirred next to me. His arm tightened around me and pulled me closer. I could feel the smile on his face as he dropped a kiss into my hair and said, “Now that’s one hell of a way to wake up.”

His hand moved up and down my arm and then to my back. I laughed when he gave my ass a friendly pat. I squirmed next to him. It was then that I realized that he was awake in more ways than one.

“It most certainly is, but I think I can find an even better way,” I said.

Bash gave me a knowing smile and brought his hands toward me like he wanted to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to go into his arms and feel everything that he had made me feel the night before. But I couldn’t. The night before had been incredible; it wasn’t just sex; it had felt like we were making love. I knew if we did that again, it would only make it that much harder for me to let him go. And I had to let him go. I cared too much about him and myself to try and keep him with me. I would have to take what we had while we had it and be happy with that.

For now, I would make the most of our time, and do all the things I wanted to do with him but never had a chance. I moved out of his way before his lips found mine. I gave him a knowing smile as I lifted the covers up and ducked underneath them.

“Ara?” Bash asked.

I didn’t answer him with words but made my way slowly down. I took my time as he had done with me. I had loved having his lips and tongue on me and I wanted to do the same to him. There were few men I had wanted to give a blow job to, but I wanted to with Bash. I told myself this was just sex, a way to say good-bye to my first love, a chance to have some fun before he left my life completely. I didn’t allow myself to think that it was anything more.

He grew as I moved down his stomach and between his legs. I used my mouth and hands to tease him, as he had done me the night before. I liked hearing his moans, his sighs, his cries as I got closer to my goal. I could feel the muscles in his legs tensing up as I moved between his legs.

“Ara,” Bash moaned.

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