Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Liv
When Austin’s fingers reach for the top button of my shirt, I start to panic.
Not just because this is wrong, but because I’m worried about what my forty-year-old body will look like to him.
He’s an athlete, every inch of him ripped to perfection.
My workouts consist of a slow walk up the mountain trail on my day off.
Okay, so now I run up the mountain at night too, but he’s still younger than me and he probably dates women half my age.
But when I open my eyes and see us in the mirror, there’s a heat in his eyes that makes my horny inner cougar louder than any worries I have about my body.
And when he gets on his knees and shoves his head between my legs, I’m no longer worrying about what I smell or taste like.
My cougar knows she smells exactly how she’s supposed to, and she knows that Austin, who smells like a mix of the essential oils I rubbed on him earlier and his own sexy, woodsy, Austin scent, is going to love every fucking second of this.
Nearly as much as I will.
He takes a deep inhale and grunts out, “Fuck, Liv,” like I smell good to him.
Steven never enjoyed doing this. He did it occasionally, when he felt like he owed me, but it always felt like he was just doing another chore. Steven licked my pussy with the same enthusiasm he had for mowing the lawn. Actually, I think he preferred mowing the lawn.
But as Austin grips my ass and groans into me, inhaling deeply, I don’t think he’s thinking about mowing the lawn right now.
“On the table,” he commands, smirking as he gently walks me backwards. He grabs a discarded robe from the couch and places it down on the massage table. “You’re going to get so fucking wet, we’ll need this,” he says.
Ohhh fuck.
He lifts me up, sits me on the table, and then he’s on his knees again.
God, I could get used to this man being on his knees for me.
“Get your shirt off,” I tell him.
A second later, his shirt is on the floor, and I admire the sexy ripples of his shoulder muscles and biceps as he slides his hands up my inner thighs and pushes my legs wide open.
He looks up at me with sex in his stormy blue eyes and I’m already drenched.
I moan as he slides his fingers over the damp lace of my thong, and when he takes two fingers and slides the lace to the side, my bare pussy right in his face, I grip the table behind me.
His fingers slide my own wetness over my folds and down my slit, and I throw my head back and groan.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muses, as he slides his wet fingers up and down. His thumb rubs against my clit, and I feel my body shudder like an orgasm is already close.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and if he does that for another two seconds I will definitely explode!
He swaps his fingers for the flat of his tongue and takes a long, slow lap of me. I shudder and in a split second I go from hesitant older woman who hasn’t been fucked in years, maybe not ever fucked properly, to an insatiable cougar who knows exactly what she wants.
I grip his head with one hand, holding myself up with the other.
“Suck my clit,” I tell him, giving the commands now.
He groans like he’s more than happy to take commands from me and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I could come right now if I let myself go. That’s what I would have done with Steven. If an orgasm was close, which it wasn’t very often anyway, I’d come quickly, just to get the whole thing over with.
But I don’t want to come quickly with Austin. I want this to last.
I just don’t know how long I can hold on for!
He seems to read my mind and eases off, gently lapping at my clit.
“Can I… put my fingers in?” he mumbles into my pussy.
“You fucking better!” I tell him.
Suddenly, two of his sexy football-throwing fingers are nudging at my entrance.
“I need to watch this,” he says, taking a break from licking me. “Open your legs wider for me, gorgeous. I need to see my fingers sliding into you.”
I open my legs as wide as I can.
“That’s good, so fucking good,” he moans.
“Oh, fuck!” I groan as he gently pushes his fingers into me.
“Your pussy, uggggh!” he grunts, his fingers gently thrusting, stretching me out and making it fucking impossible for me to make this last!
His hot, very talented mouth is on my clit again, and I’m reaching my edge.
He thrusts his fingers into me a little harder and deeper, but it’s not enough.
“Harder, more!” I beg.
He shoves his fingers into me and the stretch! Fuck! It’s fucking amazing, but I’m ravenous!
“More, Austin! I need more!”
He grips my thigh and goes to fucking town on my pussy, slamming his hand into me as I writhe and scream.
I buck my hips into his hand and his face, and then he sucks my clit so fucking hard I can’t stop it!
I grip his back, pulling him into me, and then I’m screaming his name and falling over an edge so high I can’t even see the ground.
A howl escapes me, something… not human, and I know it’s my inner cougar. She fucking loves this!
We both do.
I fall through clouds of bliss, and Austin knows exactly what to do with me. He slows his fingers down to a long, slow, delicious in and out motion, gently sliding his thumb over my clit until I fall back down onto the table, laughing through moans and grunts from the ecstasy of it.
He slowly slides his hand out and smirks at me, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and I know I’m never going to be the same again.
“Okay, now you can shower,” he says with a chuckle. He slides my panties back into place and wraps me in the robe I’ve been sitting on. He kisses me on the forehead, and it’s wild that we’ve done all this and haven’t even kissed.
“Actually, I have a better idea.” He holds up a finger that’s still covered in my wetness. “Wait right there.”
“Where would I go?” I ask.
Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here right now with Austin.
I hear water running in the ensuite.
Austin is running us a bath, and it makes me choke up.
In two decades together, Steven never once ran me a bath.