She shook her head. “It’s fake.” Her hands went to the placket of his shirt and slowly unbuttoned the first button. “You’re making me nervous.”
“Nothing to be nervous about. Just another night together, right?” She slipped another button undone, her fingers brushing against his pecs, and he shuddered.
Her smile grew and another button came undone. “Do you know what I was thinking when I watched you sitting across from me at the table?”
He shook his head for an answer and his stomach muscles constricted when he felt her touch.
“I wanted to crawl into your lap, unbutton your shirt and kiss you.” She pressed her lips to his chest, right at his heart. “Right here.”
Ah Jesus, he didn’t know if he’d be able to take this. She continued to kiss him, her hands shoving the shirt from his shoulders, down his arms. He shook himself out of it, staring at the top of her blonde head. Her hands settled at his sides, just above his hips, her mouth trailing across his chest until meeting his nipple.
She flicked at it with her tongue, sensation shooting through his body at her touch. He clutched her, his hands circling her nipped in waist, the feel of her satiny soft skin making his cock grow, harden.
Damn, she felt good. She teased his chest with her lips, licked at his nipples and he groaned, holding her tighter. He’d wanted to be in control, show her how he felt and she’d taken over, taken him under until all he wanted was to drown in the sensation of her. Touching him.
He didn’t want her to stop.
She didn’t know what was wrong with Austin tonight but she wasn’t about to complain. He was being downright complacent, no commanding, rough dominant sex god for her. He stood in front of her, still as a statue, letting her do whatever she wanted to him.
And instead of getting all wild and crazy, she simply enjoyed touching him, exploring. Licking at his tight nipples, kissing his warm, musky skin. Her fingers trailed over his flat stomach, the muscles rippling from her touch. She followed the trail of silky dark hair that trailed from his belly button downward until it disappeared beyond the waistband of his jeans.
So sexy. She loved his body, the lean strength, the smooth muscle. She loved how his skin quivered beneath her touch and she curled her fingers into the front of his jeans, the sound of his agonized groan making her smile.
It felt normal, average, what they were doing. But there was nothing average about this, she thought as she undid the snap of his jeans, drew the zipper down over the impressive bulge of his erection. What she felt for Austin, the excitement bubbling up inside her at what they were about to do was overwhelming.
This was more than just sex for both her and for him. She could feel it, sense it, from the heaviness in his voice, the seriousness in his gaze. It was shocking since she knew Austin didn’t do serious.
But he was doing serious for her.
Her hands slid to the back of his jeans, pushing the denim down, over his ass to his thighs. He stepped away from her and rid himself of them, though he left his black boxer briefs on. Austin’s cock strained against the front, dying to get out, and she wanted to help him as best she could.
When she reached for him, though, he stepped back, shook his head. “Get on the bed.”
A delicious thrill shivered up her spine, and she did as he asked. There went that dominant side of him again, the one that aroused her. She loved that he bossed her around, took control of their encounters, and she lay in the center of the bed, waiting for him to come to her.
He stood next to the bed, his eyes seeming to glow as he studied her, his hand going to the front of his boxers. She watched in fascination as he began to stroke, her pussy flooding with cream at the sight.
“Touch yourself,” she whispered but he shook his head again, his hand dropping fast, as if he hadn’t realized what he’d done.
“Let’s take off your panties.” He went for the tiny scrap of fabric, his big hands wrapping around her hips, tugging her panties down. It tickled her thighs, down over her knees, her calves, tangling around her ankles before he drew them all the way off. “Now take off your bra.”
She did, reaching behind to undo the clasp, pulling her arms out of the straps and tossing it onto the floor. She lay before him nude, wet and willing, her nipples so hard they ached. Spreading her legs, she gave him a view of what he was missing and the low growl he emitted made her widen her legs more.
Teasing this man was fun. Pushing him over the edge, delicious. And when he pushed her over the edge, she experienced the best orgasms of her life.
Austin joined her on the bed, his hands sliding all over her, across her nipples, her belly, tangling in the pubic hair just above her sex. She moved with him, her hands reaching but coming up empty, only finding his arms, his strong wrists, and she pouted.
“Let me enjoy you,” he whispered. “Let me touch you.”
Her body melted at his words, at the reverent way he touched her. His fingers skimmed along her collarbone, down to the slope of her breasts, into the valley between. Her skin tingled, goose bumps forming and slowly, so slow she wanted to scream, he circled first one turgid nipple, then the other with his index finger.
“Perfect,” he murmured just before he bent his head and licked first one, then the other nipple. He licked and sucked, nibbled and teased and when he bit particularly hard, she cried out, loving the pleasure/pain sensation that shot through her.
Her hands went to the back of his head, burrowing into his thick, soft hair, and she stroked him there, watching in breathless anticipation as he continued to suck her nipples. One hand kneaded her flesh, circling the neglected nipple while his mouth worked the other one.
Her clit pulsed. Her legs grew restless. No man had ever paid such attention to her breasts before, and she was going crazy from it. Wild. As if sensing her need he slid his hand down, cupping her pussy, a single finger sliding between her lower lips and testing her there.
“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, Michaela?” He sounded pleased, arrogant even and she couldn’t deny that it was all for him.
Always for him.
“Yes,” she moaned as he sunk his finger deeper, searching her folds before thrusting inside her.
“So tight, wet and ready.” He moved up, is face aligning with hers, his warm breath floating across her mouth. “I’m going to make love to you all night. I want to kiss every inch of your body.”
“Okay,” she giggled and she felt rather than saw his smile against her mouth.
“I love your laugh,” he whispered before he claimed her lips, his kiss passionate, his tongue thrusting, purposeful.
She returned the kiss with equal fervor, his words lingering in her brain, turning over and over again. The way he said make love, the intensity in his voice, the way he kissed her.
Was he falling for her as she already had for him? Or was it too good to be true?
She couldn’t think about it, overanalyze it. It would do her no good. She needed to live in the moment and enjoy Austin while she had him.
Her hands went to his ass, pushing his underwear down so she could touch bare skin. His skin was smooth and deliciously firm. He had a sexy ass, one that looked good in jeans, in anything, and she kneaded him there, enjoying the way his hips thrust against her, his cock urgent and thick.
“Don’t,” he muttered after he tore his lips from hers. “Not yet, babe. If you keep touching me like that I’ll shoot off like a rocket.”
And didn’t that sound fabulous? Reluctantly she removed her hands from his butt and clung to his hips, her breath catching in her throat when he kissed her again, more gently this time.
Oh, she didn’t want to wait for him to kiss her all over her body. She wanted him inside her now. Needed him. Her pussy felt empty, her body greedy for his invasion, and she broke their kiss, trailed her lips along his jaw, down his throat, the faint stubble growing there rough against her lips.
“Austin.” She clawed at him, her hands pushing at his underw
ear once again, wanting them off. “I need you.”
He got rid of them, reached for a condom from the box he kept in his bedside table. “Hold on, babe.”
“I want you inside me.” She felt as if her skin, her insides were on fire and she was burning up, consumed. She clawed at him, didn’t want to stop touching him as he drew up on his knees and tore into the condom wrapper, sheathing himself quickly.
“Like this?” He grabbed her hips and hauled her to him so her legs wrapped on either side of him. His cock was huge and thrusting from between his legs and Austin took aim. She lifted her knees, pressed her feet into the mattress.
“Yes, like this. Now, please.” She sounded desperate, lost and she felt that way too. All she wanted was him inside her, filling her, completing her.
Gripping the base of his cock, he eased the tip of it inside her, teasing her. His other hand rested atop her knee, slid down her thigh, and she arched against him, the groan leaving her so primal she shocked herself.
This is what he did to her, turned her into a needy, squirming thing that burned for him. He withdrew from her body, making her cry out and then he returned, slid deeper where he paused for a beat before withdrawing again.
She watched, the sight of his cock glistening with her juices making her bite her lower lip. His gaze lingered there too, rapt on the rhythmic plunder and retreat until he finally looked up and caught her stare.
“My little watcher,” he whispered. His velvety voice was a mixture of pleasure and sin, everything decadent and delicious and bad for you. “I should make you get on your hands and knees. Fuck you from behind so you can only feel.”
A fresh gush of cream escaped her at his words, and he laughed before withdrawing from her completely. She whimpered at the loss, her hands reaching, and he actually batted them away.
“Roll over, baby. I’m going to give you what you want. Just be patient.”
She did as he asked and got into position on her hands and knees. Rarely did she let a man take her this way, had always found it a little uncomfortable. But with Austin, she was willing to do anything he wanted.
Anything.
The mattress dipped and he approached her from behind on his knees, disappearing from her view. She closed her eyes, waited in breathless anticipation for his touch, his next move and he didn’t disappoint.
One thick finger slid inside her, going deep before doing a slow drag from her clasping pussy. She gasped, let out a ragged breath when he did it again, this time with two fingers. Then he brushed them against the rosette of her ass.
She stiffened beneath his touch. In all of their recent adventurous pursuits, he’d never touched her there. She’d always been curious, wondering what it would feel like and if she would like it. She wiggled her ass, teasing him, and he smoothed his free hand over one cheek, gathering more of her cream before slathering it all over the tiny hole.
Oh God. Was he going to actually fuck her there? She didn’t know if she was ready for that, funny enough. They’d done so many crazy things yet this one act made her incredibly nervous.
“So pretty back here,” he murmured and she could tell his sole intent was on her pussy, her ass. He stroked her swollen pussy lips, rimmed her entrance with the trace of a fingertip and then played with her ass once more. “Do you want me to fuck your ass? Has that ever been a part of your fantasy?”
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, her eyes closing when he nudged the very tip of his finger against the sensitive puckered skin.
“Well, I’m going to fuck you here.” He slowly slid his cock inside her pussy, filling her to the hilt, and she moaned at his possession. “Can you feel me, Michaela?”
“Yes,” she hissed, hanging her head low. He moved within her, in and out, again and again. He held her in place, his big hands sprawled across her back, her hips, and his right thumb slipped down, played with the tiny hole of her ass. Rubbing with every thrust, it pressed a little deeper, went a little farther.
She moaned from the pressure of his thumb, the fullness of his cock. Never had she experienced anything like it, the sensitive nerves of her sphincter tingling from his touch. His cock felt incredibly full and long, taking her this way. She bounced back against him, her butt bumping against his hips, his balls brushing her pussy.
“Take me, Michaela. Open up, baby.” His thumb pressed hard, harder still. “Relax. Let me inside.”
Her muscles turned to liquid as if by his command, her entire body growing warm, limp. She felt an almost popping sensation and then his thumb was inside her, his entire fingernail embedded.
“That’s it. Ah God, Michaela.” He sounded as if he was in a sort of sexual agony and she squirmed against him, wanting more. Wanting to please him. He withdrew his thumb, his index finger replacing it and then he was in, all the way in to his knuckle. Filling both of her holes with his finger and his cock.
Low sounds of pleasure rumbled from his chest, his cock thrusting deeper though he kept his finger still. She panted, unused to such fullness, ecstasy swirling through her blood, spiraling to her clit, her pussy at the intense pressure.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered as he began to move his finger in time with his cock. His free hand smoothed over her butt, her back, making her skin tingle at his tender touch. She was so close to coming she could taste it, feel it. The tremble in her belly, the throbbing of her clit and she reached for it, strained toward it. He increased his pace, indicating he too was close.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he urged, thrusting deep, so deep she cried out, her orgasm slamming into her she swore because of his words, his commanding tone. Stars burst behind her lids, like some sort of orgasmic fireworks show was going on inside her head, and her entire body was consumed, shaking, exhausted.
He murmured her name, the sound quiet, vibrating along her nerve endings and then he stilled, spilling himself into the condom. His body shuddered, his groans low, his finger rimming her ass and then he slumped over her, his chest heaving with exertion, his breathing ragged.
She collapsed on the bed, her body spent, her ass still tingling from the new invasion. He withdrew from her, lay beside her for a moment and she heard him get up, most likely disposing of the condom. She rolled over on her side, too worn out to say a word, let alone open her eyes.
“Move over so we can get under the covers,” he urged and she squirmed up onto the pillows, blindly helping him tug back the comforter and sheet until they both could crawl beneath them.
He joined her in the bed, hauled her close. Snuggling against his hot, hard body, she pressed her lips against his chest, her hand resting possessively on his lower stomach, just above his cock.
Mine, she thought drowsily, her mind drifting. This beautiful man was all hers. A gift and how she deserved him, she had no clue.
She couldn’t question it, didn’t want to. Only wanted to savor it, savor him.
For who knew when it all might end.
Chapter Thirteen
Michaela woke up to Austin hovering above her, his mouth on her neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin just below her ear. She smiled, wrapped her arms around him and held him close, glancing at the clock on the nightstand to see it was only two in the morning.
“Can’t resist me?” she teased, her hands sliding up his back, down to rest against his tight ass.
“I can never resist you.” He lifted his head, took her mouth in a hungry kiss. His lips insistent, his tongue tangling with hers, and she returned his kiss, her own hunger blooming in her belly, in her entire body.
His cock nudged against her, hard and heavy and damp, leaving a streak of pre-come across her stomach. She reached between them, grasping her fingers around his thick length, and he groaned, thrust into her hand when she stroked him.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, quivering even. “All the damn time.”
Her brows furrowed. He sounded…concerned. As if he couldn’t quite believe he wanted her that much.
She understood, she could relate. Whatever was happening between them was mind boggling, almost too much and it was reassuring to know she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“I want you, too,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
He withdrew from her touch, his hand grasping hers. He took both of her hands, hauled them above her head, pinning her there, and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her, his hair hanging over his forehead, his expression wondrous and so, so beautiful.
She loved the way he looked at her, baffled and aroused and intent. The way he restrained her, his fingers curled around hers in a tender clasp. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the crisp curling hairs there, and she brushed against him, the sensation making her sigh with pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. His cock nudged against her entry, persistent in its quest. “All mine.”
“Yes,” she agreed, shuddering when he stroked the inside of her wrists with his thumbs.
And then he entered her, flesh upon flesh, heat upon heat. She stilled, as did he, their gazes holding for a heartbeat, then two, then five.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“Fuck.” He sunk deeper, the pure pleasure on his face arousing her even more. “You feel good, just like this.”
“Austin.” She squeezed his fingers with hers. “A condom. Please.”
“I’ve always used a condom. With every single person I’ve been with, I swear.” He withdrew nearly all the way before plunging deep inside her once more. She groaned. He did feel damn good. “I’m safe. I’ve been tested recently.”
“I’m on the pill,” she confessed. She got back on them when she was with Preston and had never stopped. She’d been scared out of her wits she might get pregnant. She’d even made him use a condom along with those pills.
She wasn’t about to take that chance.
But she was willing to take this chance with Austin?
He buried his face against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “I would never risk your safety, Michaela. You’re everything to me. I would do anything for you.”
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