ass. He made another noise when I gripped the hem and
puled it to my hips so my bare crotch touched his skin.
I always shaved my bikini line, but I hadn't short-trimmed
my pubic hair in a while. Now the fluffy curls brushed him
as I moved my hips from side to side. It must have tickled,
because Austin shivered again.
I shivered, too. With my cheek pressed between his
shoulder blades and my cunt aligned with his ass, I
reached around to stroke him. Without lube my palm
skipped along the silken skin of his prick, up and down.
Austin pushed forward into it anyway.
'Do you like that?'
'What do you think, Paige?' His voice, harsh and low,
sent another shiver through me.
'I want to hear you say it.' My heart was trying to leap out of my chest, and al I could manage was a whisper, but he
heard me.
'I like it when you touch me. Yeah.'
'Like this?' I twisted my palm over the head of his cock
the way I knew he liked it.
'Yeah, like that…' he groaned.
I dropped the belt. It was a prop and I didn't need it.
Wasn't going to use it. If I couldn't leash and colar him
with my words, then I didn't deserve to have him. It hit the
floor with a thunk of metal. Austin didn't even look at it.
I molded myself to his back and closed my eyes. His skin
smeled like nothing else in the world but Austin. No
cologne or soap could take the place of it. I breathed him
in, and in the darkness behind my eyelids, I lost myself in
remembering the way it had always been.
It was a little different now. He jerked when my now-free
hand slid between his legs to cup his bals, and when my
thumb pressed his anus in gentle counterpoint to each
stroke of his cock. His body tensed and he muttered a
smal exclamation, but it didn't sound like it was of protest,
smal exclamation, but it didn't sound like it was of protest,
and I kept on what I was doing.
Stroke, stroke and press, press in time to the slow, subtle
bump of my cunt against his ass. I imagined filing him the
way he'd filed me so many times. Austin shuddered, his
groan sounding desperate. His cock sweled impossibly in
my fist. The tender, secret muscles of his ass tightened
under the pad of my thumb, and his bals contracted.
Subtle signs of his impending climax I'd never noticed
before.
'Do you want to come?' I asked him, certain of the
answer and surprised by his reply.
'No…not yet. Please.' The word slipped out on a sighing
moan and he took a hand away from the headboard to put
over mine and stop my stroking. 'I want to f—I want to
