make love to you.'
I kissed and nibbled his back for a second before I puled
away and spread myself out on the bed. 'Use your mouth
on me first.'
Austin looked over his shoulder, the side of his mouth I
could see tipped up. 'Yes, ma'am.'
could see tipped up. 'Yes, ma'am.'
He was teasing me a little, but I liked the sound of it
anyway. 'Less talking, more licking.'
Austin turned, stil kneeling, his prick in one fist. He let go
of it to hold his weight as he moved between my legs, but
he didn't dive straight into my pussy the way I expected
him to. He brushed kisses over both my knees, first, then
up my ticklish inner thighs. His nose nuzzled my cunt
before his mouth did, but when his tongue found the tight
bud of my clit, I wasn't quite ready for the shock of
sensation.
My fists clutched the quilt as my back arched. 'Oh, God.'
Austin murmured against my cunt. His lips and tongue and
teeth formed words I couldn't understand. He teased my
clitoris with smal, sweet licks and opened me with his
fingers to stroke me inside, too.
Everything about it was perfect. I didn't have to tel him
what I wanted or what I liked. He already knew.
In moments my orgasm built, ready to spil, but I didn't beg
him to hold off. I lifted myself against his mouth, urging him
to move faster. The world faded away until nothing
to move faster. The world faded away until nothing
remained but the tension coiling in my bely, the pleasure of
his mouth and hands on me, the soft sigh of his breath as
he whispered my name.
I went over. Slip-slide-fal and up again, desire blocked
out everything else. The world crashed, and Austin was
with me al the way when it did. His mouth eased off while
his hands cradled me until the leap and jerk of my muscles
stiled.
But if I knew Austin, he knew me, too. With less than a
minute for me to come down, he moved up my body to
take my mouth. His fingertips found my clit again and
circled. He took me to the edge within seconds. His cock
nudged me a moment after that.
I'm on the pil but I'm not stupid, not even for Austin. Not
like that, at least. 'Condom.'
He reached a long arm to yank open my nightstand, even
though I hadn't said that's where I kept them. He puled
out the long string of them—the same ones I'd bought a
year ago when I was thinking about having lots of random
sex with strangers. I never had gotten around to it. I'd only
ever used them with him.
