Austin kissed my lips softly. My body began to tremble. He looked at me with those all too tempting eyes. “Winter.” He whispered in my ear with his silk ridden voice. “Would you like to go back to the cottage with me?”
I whispered, “Yes.”
He pulled back. He was gazing deeply into my eyes. His fingertip ran over the lines of my lips. He sighed contently then took my hand. We walked without words back up the beach, finally reaching the cottage. The others were gone from the terrace, off getting into their own sort of trouble I guessed. Austin paused. We dropped our shoes at the back door. He gazed at me with the softest expression then kissed my lips softly before entering into the cottage.
We went up the stairs slowly, down the hall then stood in front of the door to our room. The pause seemed like a lifetime. I studied the wood-grains in the door, wondering if we were ever going to go inside. Then Austin glanced over at me with a heat which could only be described as mind-blowing. He opened the door, scooped me up into his arms and carried me inside, closing the door behind him with his foot.
My eyes flitted around the room. It was filled with dozens of white, pink, and red roses. The light of the room was only candlelight. Music played softly like a lullaby in the background.
He has been busy. This is good. This is very good.
“Don’t be mad,” he said as he put me down.
Has he lost his mind?
“Why would I be mad?”
“Well, I was hoping.” He paused. “I want us to be closer. I want to make love to you so bad it hurts. But if you are not ready than please do not feel like this.” He gestured toward the room and the four-poster bed. “Do not feel like I am pressuring you. I love you. You are more important to me than anything so I can wait.”
I never said a word. Every insecurity I ever had was vacant from me. I was going to allow my body to do all the talking tonight. I moved with assurance toward him. He watched me. I wrapped my arms around Austin’s neck. I stood on my tiptoes in order to press my lips to the hollow beneath his ear. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and wanted to dissolve.
He smells so good.
“Winter,” he whispered softly.
“Shh.” I opened my eyes to see him. “You told me once you would not look until I wanted you to, do you remember that?”
“Yes.”
“Well….” I dropped my hands from his neck. “I want you to look.”
His returning smile took my breath. I had to look away from his eyes, which was almost impossible. I glanced at my hands. They should have been shaking, but they were not. My hands found Austin’s shirt. I unbuttoned each button slowly foregoing the urge to hurry. With a tremulous breath, I ran my hand down his skin, exposing the perfect alabaster of his muscular chest. His shirt was off and on the floor. He’s so beautiful, I thought.
My lips found his chest and liked the feeling of his flesh beneath them. My fingers outlined the angles and planes of his strong rippled stomach, moving slowly around his tight waist. I watched his skin, his reaction to my touch. The muscles beneath my touch seemed to jump, flex, relax. I could not believe this beautiful man was here with me. If I could, I would look at him; worship Austin’s perfection for the rest of my life. My eyes were filled with more beauty in this moment than ever before.
I allowed my hands to find and trace the outline of his wide shoulders, follow the contour of his muscular back. My body moved around him while my eyes, hungry, followed my fingers which were lost to the canvas of his flawless skin. Touching him was like finding a secret. I pressed my lips to his shoulder blade. He groaned. I burned. My teeth grazed the surface of his skin. My tongue followed the line of him while my hands ran freely over the surface of his biceps, his forearms.
I had to wonder in awe. A part of my mind told me such beauty should be a dream, because no one could be this fabulous. But touching him grounded me in reality. I had never seen anything so magnificent, so beautiful. It was in this moment I knew. I knew in the whole of my life I would never want anyone but Austin Carlyle. I would indeed love him, forever.
Austin turned around, facing me. He looked at me with smoldering eyes. His brow was serious. His blue-gray eyes flashed to a deeper shade of gray. “I love you,” he said to me as his hand brushed down the length of my arm. “I love you so much, Winter.”
I felt a chill run down my skin.
Austin unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time before sliding back the material in slow deliberate moves, exposing my white lace bra to him. He studied me for a moment then his fingers outlined the top of my breasts. He was running them softly, like a whisper, along the lace edge of my bra. My nipples hardened, pressed against the lace. He licked his lips like he wanted to taste them. I watched a slow smile cross his face.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down. His silken hair brushed across my neck. With a shutter I could now feel his mouth, the warmth of it as he ran his mouth over the line he made with his fingers, lingering at the plumpness where my bra pressed my white flesh into small mounds. “May I?” he asked while he ran his fingers over the material of my shirt.
“Yes.”
With my answer, Austin slid my shirt from my arms. It flowed over my back and hit the floor. I glanced down to see my pink eyelet shirt on top of his khaki-colored shirt. He ran one finger under the strap of my right shoulder while his other hand unclasped the front of my bra. It fell from my body and joined our intermingled shirts on the floor. I stood pale and free before him. My breasts surged heat from his gaze.
“You are so beautiful.” His eyes followed his hands. They ran like warm silk over my flesh. “God, baby,” he muttered.
My nipples tingled as his hands caressed me. He looked at me with appreciation, honor, love. I trembled with anticipation. Austin’s lips found my throat. Another warm sensation shot through me. He pressed his mouth into the shallow hollow. He ran his tongue over my collarbone to my shoulder, lingering for a moment before he slid his mouth to my chest, my breasts, my stomach. He was patient, slow, taking his time with me. It was as though my body was his canvas, and his lips and hands were painting a masterpiece.
I allowed my mouth to touch him. My lips brushed over the skin of his chest. My tongue explored the line between his steely-hard pectorals. My hands, needing him, grasped his dark black hair. My fingers to tangle tight within it. His lips anxious, kissed me with a consuming fire, his lips parting my lips. I opened to him without hesitation. I gave him my mouth, and he took it, his tongue brushed over mine, delving deeply into my mouth, making my body shutter.
Our breathing increased with each new touch. With each probing kiss, my heart thumped hard. I hitched my leg around Austin’s hip and could feel him now. He was hard with need. I seemed to moan. He grabbed at my leg while wrapping his other arm around my waist. He picked me up from the floor and placed me on the bed. His hands, warm, flowed down the length of my thighs, and his mouth followed, kissing.
Austin reached for my shorts and unzipped them. With a lift of my hips, he pulled them off and threw them onto the floor. He leaned down toward my body. I closed my eyes. I felt him place a kiss to my navel. I let out a whimper. My stomach jerked from his kiss. The feeling he created within me was caught somewhere between a tickle and searing pleasure. He hooked his finger into the side string of my panties while his mouth lingered on my hip. With one last kiss, he pulled at my panties. They cleared my feet. He had removed the last of my clothing. I forced my eyes open.
Austin’s eyes appraised every part of my body like I were a goddess or a gift. The way he looked at me seized my breath.
“My God, baby. I have never seen such beauty,” he whispered, allowing his hands to run slowly up my thighs. “There are no words, Winter. No words to tell you how much I love you, desire you, how utterly beautiful you are.”
Breathe, Winter. I had to remind myself. I felt fevered in this moment and had to touch him, really touch him.
“I love you,” I said. I ran my hands down his chest, down h
is stomach, savoring each line, each ripple of his flesh until I found his shorts. “I want to touch you.”
I found the button then his zipper. I unzipped his cargo shorts, pulled them down then allowed my hand to slip inside. Finally, I was touching him. I bit at my bottom lip, gasping with an audible intake of air at the feeling of him. I gently moved my hand and fingers around the satiny hardness of his erection. The feel of him was pleasurable, exciting, more than exciting. I reveled at how Austin’s body shook; he throbbed, pulsed in my hand. I held him for a moment and then I moved my hand slowly, exploring him.
With my touch, Austin moaned a low throaty sound. The sound he made sent a vibration of pleasure through me which rested between my thighs. It was the single most sexiest sound I have ever heard. His mouth brushed against my neck. His tongue found the line of my lips and unabashedly ran the swell of them.
“Winter, my Winter,” he whispered, “I love you.” He moved his face. He was skimming his nose across my collarbone then kissing up my shoulder, up my neck again. I shook, shivered with every touch of his soft warm mouth.
“Austin.” I moaned, feeling him fevered in my hand as I slid up and down his length. I was totally fascinated by the sensation of him. He was so hard yet silky smooth. I wanted to see him.
“Baby,” Austin said, “I need to take off my shorts.”
I released him, lifted up onto my elbows, my forearms, looking at him. He moved back from my body and pulled off his shorts. My eyes gave me away as I gazed at him, all of him. What would he feel like inside of me? As crazy as this sounds the thought, will it really fit? ran through my mind then I began to worry again, maybe I will disappoint him.
Austin reached out and touched my cheek with tenderness. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
My cheeks flush hot. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” I confessed.
He brushed his lips across my jaw line. “You could never disappoint me.”
“But I don’t—” I was stopped by his mouth which molded to mine.
Austin’s tongue flickered out then began to ride the inner line of my lips, flicking the middle of my upper lip before moving, kissing the corner of my mouth. His fingers ran down the tender flesh of my neck. I reached out, touching him again. I brushed my fingers up the hard length of him. I traced the outline of a pulsing vein until I found the curve of the broad tip before wrapping my hand around his penis. I shifted my hand down over the head then rolled my hand back up. Austin groaned a low almost guttural sound. The sound vibrated through my entire being.
I watched my hand move along his hard shaft, taken in by the moment while Austin watched me, watch him. The color, the shape, the way his skin glided within my hand all culminated into a deep need to taste him, to explore the feeling of him inside my mouth. I leaned down, unsure. I glanced up to see him still watching me. Slowly, I placed my mouth to him. Feeling my warm breath brush across him, Austin’s penis jerked. I paused, unsure if what I was doing was okay. My eyes rested on his face. He smiled tenderly and brushed his thumb across my mouth then tucked my hair behind my ear.
“I want.” I hesitated.
“It’s okay, go ahead, baby.”
Austin knew what I wanted. I returned my attention back to the perfection in my hand. I extended out my tongue, allowing the pink of my tongue to touch the tip of him in one slow swipe. Something glistened pearl-like on the end so I tasted it, tasting him. I moaned. The need which raged through me surprised me, scared me even, but I did not want to stop. I moved my mouth over the head of him. Feeling, tasting….
“God.” He muttered when my lips tightened around the splendid head. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. His eyes glittered with need. I moved, sliding my mouth down the length of him. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I wanted all of him. I stroked his manhood with my mouth, finding the pliability of his testicles with my other hand before positioning that hand to the base of his penis. This gave me more control in what I was doing I realized. “You take my breath away,” Austin whispered.
I sucked. He placed his hand to my cheek and stroked my cheek softly with his thumb. Two more swipes of my tongue swirled around him. I plunged him back into my mouth before he lifted my chin. He stopped me. He removed my hand and brought my hand to his mouth. He kissed it.
“But I—” I wanted to protest him stopping me but he stopped my lips with his.
“Winter,” he whispered against my lips.
“Am I doing something wrong?” I asked. My insecurity started to rattle through me.
“No baby, we have all night, and I want to touch you, taste you.”
Austin was slowing me down. Molding his lips around mine, he kissed me slowly. Every part of my body experienced his kiss. His hands roamed my body, cupping my butt. He pulled me into his body. My hands roamed the lines of his back. I could feel his erection pressing against my belly. We were completely tangled in each other while our mouths and our tongues devoured the other. Austin and I kissed this way for a long time. In fact, we kissed so long it caused my lips to tingle with lingering sensation.
Austin slid his mouth to the soft flesh of my throat where he licked, nibbled and sucked. With tenderness he insured I was lying back on the bed. He swept his fingers over my breasts then squeezed them softly. His teeth grazed one of my rigid nipples before he suckled delicately. The movements he made with his mouth and tongue were like his kisses. I arched into him, exhaling. Chills ran over my skin.
“Oh,” I moaned.
My fingers wound into his midnight hair. With each lap of Austin’s tongue, something stirred between my legs. My breasts delighted with his mouth.
Austin crept down my body an inch at a time. His mouth swept against my stomach. His tongue, sinuous, found my navel. Lingering there for a moment he licked, kissed, and I shivered in delight. Austin slid his lips down my hip before kissing my inner thighs. It was as if he savored me, with his hands and his mouth. I had never felt anything like this. My body was aching from the pleasure. Just when I thought I might actually shatter into glittering dust from the heated bliss I was experiencing, Austin moved my hips. He centered himself between my thighs. Heat flooded me. His fingers played tenderly over the curls of my womanhood. He cupped me completely within the palm of his hand before finding the inner folds of my pink flesh. He stroked me softly.
My body tensed momentarily at this new sensation. “Winter, it’s okay.” He whispered softly then touched me again. “I’m going to kiss you here,” he said. I quickly realized “here” was where his fingertips made slow winding circles over my bud. He was causing me to quake. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. My head was spinning. Searing heat move up my chest.
“Baby, I am going to make you feel good,” he whispered. “Don’t tense up.” He spread my legs farther, then I felt him take his fingers and spread my inner folds. “God,” he muttered, “so damn beautiful.” His voice was low but adorning.
Austin’s mouth found me. His tongue caressed and kissed my once untouched bud. My body relax. My inner lining moistened. My knees fell open more. I opened to him like the blooming of a flower. Oh God. What I experienced in this moment was complete pleasure. I shook intently, but Austin did not stop what he was doing. My hands found his silky hair again. My fingers tangled tight within it. Shivers crossed over my sex. His tongue twisted, lapped, twirled against me like the brushing of waves aligned, centered on my trembling blossom. Austin moved his mouth and tongue gentle, then stronger, faster, smooth motions.
I moaned, emanating sounds I have never heard before. They echoed out from my body as his mouth moved against me, kissing and sucking the pink bloom beneath his tongue. I shook. He groaned, sending another wave of burn over my skin. If I was not blazing, I knew I soon would be. Austin’s lips pulled against my urgent tip. I bucked. He soothed my flesh with his tongue, slipped it between the soft bite of his teeth, brushed it with his lips. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to come apart at the sensation. It wa
s fabulous.
Something was happening….
Movement through my body, I realized. It was amazing. A tingle like sparks flew over me before the sensation of heat and lighting hit. This phenomenon ran through the entire span of my body. A current of bliss sparked and peaked. Another spike of pleasure hit then skipped across my nervous system, my skin, my belly, my breasts, my pelvis, through every muscle. Next this commotion shot up, out of my body. I arched my back, oh my God, but I could not find my breath or the words to speak.
Unable to control it, my hips shot forward. Austin’s hands braced me to his mouth, holding my body, my hips in place while he continued to lavish his tongue against me. I wanted to scream out, “YES, Oh God YES!” I wanted to yell in exquisite clarity the name of perfection which was Austin. I wanted to sing his praises. I wanted to shout never ending sonnets of eternal enslavement of my body to his mouth and tongue, but instead, I was moaning and writhing. My hands grabbed at the bed sheet beneath them and tugged, sending them in disarray, dislodging them from their fitted corners.
Tears of complete ecstasy burst from my eyes. I could feel them run down my cheeks. I finally sucked in the air which was knocked from me. I seemed to be mindless. Austin’s lips kissed my throbbing secret, feeling the pulse of me. I shook. He placed intermittent kisses to the pulse of my desire, my delight.
“Winter,” Austin whispered. He slid up my body. He was holding me tight within his arms, cradling me against his chest until I stopped shaking. “I love you baby, you are so beautiful, so delicate, so sweet.”
I finally managed to find four words. “Austin, I love you.”
He brushed back my hair, leaned down, and kissed me. I could taste the tangy sweetness of myself upon Austin’s mouth and tongue. I wondered if I were boneless, yet with one swipe of his hand down my throat, my breast, my need returned. Austin moved back from my body. He was kissing a piece of me, a part of my body an inch at a time. Where his soft mouth left moisture he would blow his warm breath against it, sending chills over the entire surface of my skin. It was like fire and ice, heating then cooling my flesh.
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