Page 16 of Hold On

I’m on Bash’s lap and I’m just devouring him in whatever way feels good as it’s happening. I’m not really thinking of anything other than the fact that I like this boy, and I want to make this day last for fucking ever. His eyes are half-closed, and his face looks so peaceful as I study him while relaxed.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

Happy birthday to me,fuck.

“Should we smoke this blunt, Lina Girl?” he asks me softly, his eyes barely moving as he looks up at me. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips and I can’t help but lick them in a possessive fashion before I answer him.

“Yes, please.”

He holds my hips to his body as he adjusts himself slightly in the chair, straightening and sitting up as I let out an involuntary whimper. The way he moves below me forces a zing of something I’ve never felt before to shoot through me. It’s rips through my lower body and as soon as Bash hears me, his eyes are zeroed in on my face, searching it.

“Lina Girl, I wanna ask you something,” he whispers as I nod. I’d tell him fucking anything. “Are you wet for me?”

“I think so,” I answer immediately, even though this is all very new to me. His eyes open a little more as he stares at me intensely.

“Can I feel?” His question has more of those zings shooting through me as I nod my head yes in anticipation. “Stand up for me,” he instructs quietly, and I do, though somewhat awkwardly. I’ve been in a complete daze, and I seem to have forgotten how to use my legs. He turns my body so my back is facing him before pulling me back into his lap gently. His legendary fingers are unbuttoning my pants, and I feel my heart racing as they dip below the fabric and disappear into a place neither of us can see. I turn my face towards his, not sure what to do.

I feel a little panicked.

He’s the first one to ever touch me here and I’m scared if I’m being honest. He catches my eye and stops for a moment.

“Alina, are you ok? I mean, is this ok with you?” His questions aren’t demanding and they’re exactly what I need to hear. Knowing he cares about my feelings is why I want him to be the first one to do this.

“Yes. Touch me, Bash.” He nods and his fingers begin their descent again. His first question is immediately answered as his fingertips glide against my body smoothly, my pussy so fucking wet for him.

I’m unashamed.

Unapologetic.

I twist in his strong arms as he splays his hand over me.

It feels so damngood.

“For you,” I whisper. I don’t even know why I say it. It feels sostupid, but his face lights up and he starts to trace a pattern over me, inside of my underwear as I begin to move in his hold even more.

“That’s right, Lina Girl. You’re so wet for me, baby and now I get to show you what happens next because of it.”

I have no idea what he means, but as he starts to pick up his pace, I feel a sensation taking root in my lower body that anchors me to his lap as he swirls my wetness in repetitive circles. Everything feels so intense. I begin to breathe faster, making sounds I’ve never heard before as he works his magical fingers over me. “Can I feel how tight you are?” he asks next. I’m nodding my head yes, even though once again I’m not totally sure what he’s asking.

And then his finger sinks into my pussy.

I buck back into his lap, almost smacking his head with my own.

“I’m so sorry!” I gasp as my mouth remains open and that sensation hits another peak. He just laughs, his fingers so fucking sure of themselves. I feel like I’m moving in every direction. I’m surprised he’s even able to keep me in one place. He pumps his finger into me a couple times, before leaving the depths of my cunt to spread more of my wetness over the outside of it again. He hits the top of my pussy and pushes on an area that seems to be swollen and feels like heaven when he touches it. “Bash!!” I yell as the sensation heightens, but it doesn’t settle this time. It’s reaching a peak and somewhere in my sex-crazed brain, I’m understanding the origin of the term climax I’ve heard everyone talking about.

“Fuck, Lina Girl. Come for me, baby,” Bash growls into my ear and I explode. All over his hand. All over his lap. I’m a mess of limbs and liquid as he rubs my orgasm out and when he’s done, we’re both breathing extremely hard.

I feel stunned.

All at once, I feel every emotion: happiness from the release, embarrassment at what I must’ve looked like to Bash, shamethat it felt so good and a need for it to happen all over again as soon as possible.

Bash strokes my hair as I come down before I finally meet his eyes. He smiles at me before kissing me gently.

Then he puts his finger in his mouth… the one that was just inside of me, and I melt further into his lap, molding my body to his.

He clears his throat.

“Go pee, Lina Girl. Then, we’ll spark this blunt.”

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