'I thought you liked it when I was a little rough.' His hand centered over my contented cunt, his fingers dipping into
my wel.
I wasn't squeamish about post-fucking cuddles or anything
leading up to a potential round two, but when Austin
stroked my pussy, I put a hand over his to stop the
motion. 'Is that why you did it?'
He didn't look at me. His breath puffed hot on my
shoulder and he kissed me. His lips pressed my skin. His
fingertip settled on my clit and circled lightly. I'd had two
orgasms and my body wasn't ready for another, or so I
thought. As his hand moved, tension stirred inside me.
'Is it?' I drew in a breath but kept my voice even.
'Austin?'
'Wel, shit, Paige. Yeah. Of course.' He sounded insulted.
I put my hand over his again, though what he was doing
was starting to work. 'Look at me.'
He did. I hadn't noticed the shadows under his eyes
before. Faintly blue, they made him look older. Wel, he
was. We both were.
'I thought you liked it rough, that's al.'
'Did it look like I wasn't enjoying myself?' I didn't want to defend my orgasms to him. I didn't want to think he'd done
something for my sake that he hadn't wanted to do for his
own.
Pushing him off me, I got out of bed and gathered my
clothes. I dialed the cab company and arranged for a ride
home. Austin watched me without puling up the sheets or
making a move toward his own clothes. When I looked at
him, his expression had gone inscrutable. That was as
familiar as everything else had been, and I figured
whatever glitch in his operating system had made him ask
me those questions had been fixed.
'Why did you come over here?' he asked, loud in the
quiet. 'Realy?'
I stepped into my panties and puled them up, then zipped
my skirt, too. 'I came over here to do just what we just
did.'
'Just to fuck me?'
'Yes, Austin,' I told him. 'What else did you think I wanted?'
'Nothing.' He roled to grab the remote from the
nightstand and I discreetly ogled his ass and the sweet
backs of his thighs—places I'd bite, if I had more time.
'Forget I asked.'
'Are you getting pissy with me?' I straightened my shirt
and ran my fingers through my hair to shake it into some
semblance of order. 'No, you are not. Are you?
Seriously?'
'No.' Austin, his jaw set, kept his gaze on the television.
'No.' Austin, his jaw set, kept his gaze on the television.
