mouth he took my words away with another kiss and the
restless stroking of his hands. I'm not ashamed to admit I
stretched under his touch, so familiar no matter how long it
had been. We kissed for a long time, al the way up the
stairs and down the hal to his bedroom. I kissed him with
my eyes closed, trusting him to lead me so I wouldn't
stumble. We kissed the way we always had, but it was
different, too. We stopped just inside his bedroom door
and puled apart, both of us breathing fast and hard. I
couldn't remember how long it had been since anyone had
seen me the way he did.
I was made of feathers when he lifted me, but I became
flesh when he laid me down.
It was a new bed, new sheets. The smel of fabric softener
was the same, and my heart seized, going stil before it
lurched to life again. His mouth ate my gasp. He
swalowed my breath.
I'd worn clothes he could ruin without me caring, but
Austin didn't tear or rip anything from me. Kneeling
between my legs, staring at me on his pilow, he only put
his hand on my bely. The muscles jumped.
his hand on my bely. The muscles jumped.
When he smiled I almost couldn't remember what it had
been like not to love him, but I forced myself to. This was
not going to be anything but what I'd intended it to be. I
spread my legs a little as I inched the skirt up over my
thighs.
Austin put his hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it to
run his fingers over the swel of my breasts. He looked me
over as if he'd never seen me before, like he hadn't once
spent long hours cataloging every inch of my skin.
I liked the way it felt when he looked at me.
When his gaze met mine, we both smiled, which was a
relief. There had been a moment at first when I thought this
might turn awkward. Either sentimental or angry. We'd
fucked a few times after I left him, and it hadn't always
been a good choice.
It probably wasn't a good choice now, but when he ran his
hands up the insides of my thighs, and a finger underneath
the elastic of my panties, I stopped worrying about it. I
arched into his touch, my eyes closing in anticipation. He
slid a finger along my clit, then another down to press
gently at my opening. That's when he stopped.
gently at my opening. That's when he stopped.
I looked at him. 'Austin?'
He opened his pretty mouth, but al that came out was a
hiss of air as he pushed inside me. I groaned as he
crooked his finger against my sweet spot. He used his
thumb on my clitoris at the same time, the familiar double
whammy that had always worked for me.
