deeper over the years. Now it went lower stil. His breath
drifted over my hot, wet flesh and the motion of his lips
tantalized me mercilessly.
He moved up my body and captured my wrists with his
hands as he pushed mine over my head. My fingers curled
around the wooden spindles as I stared him in the eyes. I
wasn't the same girl he hadn't taken to the prom, and I
wasn't the same girl he'd married. I was a different woman
now. But I held the headboard anyway, watching him as
he fumbled in his nightstand for the package of condoms
and slid one on.
When he moved back over me, one hand on his cock to
guide it inside me, I tensed. My eyes closed as he filed
me. When he moved, I moved with him. It was easy to
remember how.
He fucked into me slowly, then faster. He pushed up onto
his hands to drive his cock deeper, and I took the pain of
his thrusts and turned it into pleasure. My hands gripped
the wood. His eyes never left mine, not even when he slid
a hand between us to stroke my clit in time to his thrusts.
'Now,' he grunted from between clenched teeth, 'you can come.'
I hadn't been waiting for his permission, but my body took
I hadn't been waiting for his permission, but my body took
it anyway.
'Say my name.' His fingers left me and he pushed his face
into the side of my neck. 'Say it, Paige.'
I tipped into the swirling oblivion of orgasm, and I gave
him what he wanted with his name, if he could decipher it
from the moan. But I also let go of the headboard. My
nails raked his back as I came again, as hard the second
time as the first. Harder, maybe, because I was bringing
blood and he cried out as he pumped inside me as he
came, too.
Austin shuddered. His arms slid beneath me, clutching me
tight. He burrowed his face harder into my skin. And he
just held me that way for what seemed like a very long
time.
I had to unwrap my legs from around his waist after a few
minutes to ease the cramp in my hips, but I didn't unwind
my arms from around his back. His weight on me was
more comforting than claustrophobic. When he finaly
pushed himself off me, he only roled to the side with one
arm and leg thrown over my body.
Now he would sleep, I thought.
But he didn't. Austin moved to get rid of the rubber in a
nearby garbage can, then slipped right back to where he'd
been. His hand moved lazily up and down my body in
smooth, flat strokes.
'Paige.'
'Yes,' I said after a second.
