Sofía pressed herself into his touch, her nipple already hard to the touch through the soft cup of her bra. The needy tone of his voice stoked something in her, thighs clenching together briefly. Even after months together it still caught her by surprise when Sebastian told her how much he needed her. She would never get enough of it. "Okay," she agreed weakly, licking her lips.
The trail of his fingers up the legs left goosebumps in their wake. As he kissed her, her arms wound around his neck and held him close. Her forehead pressed against his and she shook her head. “I’m fine,“ she assured him. Perhaps she would sleep deeply later, but it would be worth it, especially if she could fall asleep in his embrace. “You won’t hurt me. Promise.“ Sofía closed her eyes briefly. “I’ll tell you if we need to stop or slow down.“ Bash had always been so good at listening to her needs.