Chapter Seven #3
One hand on my thigh, she moves the other to cup my balls, and I nearly come right then.
Instead I manage to breathe through the desire to come and let her continue to give me the best damned blow job I ever had.
Not because of technique but because she puts her mind to the task and is wholly focused on me.
Attuned to my moans and thrust of my hips, she keeps her licks and the glide, pull, and suck of her lips in time with my need. My body is hers to command, and she does, pumping her hand up and down my shaft as my cock glides along her tongue to the back of her throat.
My balls draw up tight, my head swirls, lost to her ministrations and talented tongue. And then she swallows around me, and it sets off an intense climax the likes of which I never felt before. She continues to suck and milk me, swallowing all I give her, not stopping until I finish.
She sits back, a satisfied smile on her lips, and I grin, easing down beside her.
“Looking pretty pleased with yourself.”
She laughs. “I got the result I wanted.”
“Now it’s my turn to get the result I want.” I grasp her hips and pull her toward me, undressing her as quickly as she did to me.
Her jeans land on top of mine, and I take in her naked body, the sight of her bringing my cock back to life. She amazes me with her ability to arouse me again so quickly.
With her naked body mine to play with, I pick her up and carry her in front of the fire, laying her down on the fuzzy rug there. I stretch out beside her, gazing into her eyes, which are hazy with desire and studying me intently.
“I don’t know what it is you do to me, but you twist me up inside,” I mutter, and before she can reply, I cover her body with mine, kissing her hard and fast so she will lose herself in me.
Because I sure as fuck lost myself in her.
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Mia
My head is spinning, and my body is on fire.
Taking Austin in my mouth and making him lose control was a heady feeling, one that caused my entire being to unravel along with him.
My arousal is at its peak, my sex empty and needy.
And when he slides himself on top of me, grinding his ever-hardening erection into me, I nearly come right then.
I grip his bare ass and arch my hips upward, seeking harder contact, more friction, a faster movement of my sex against his cock. He doesn’t disappoint me, either. He grinds himself into me, pumping his hips until the sensations swamping me become too much.
“Austin!” I cry out his name as I shatter, an orgasm that is spectacular and yet leaves me pulsing and empty.
He pulls on my hair, and I meet his gaze. “I’m going to get a condom.”
I nod and barely have time to catch my breath before he is back.
He stands over me, powerful and hard, as he rolls the condom over himself before kneeling down before me.
“Now I’m going to make you feel good,” he promises, notching himself between my thighs, pushing his cock through my swollen folds, gently at first, then thrusting hard and deep.
I suck in a shallow breath. The feel of him stretching me is incredible. He braces his hands on either side of my head, and his gaze is hot on me as he begins to move, sliding himself in and out of me in long, languid strokes.
I wrap my legs around his lower back, crossing my ankles behind him.
The movement joins us even more tightly together, and he groans, his big body shaking with need as he gathers rhythm and begins a steady, punishing thrusting that has me seeing stars.
The best kind of stars, the ones that glow and send my body soaring higher.
I rock my hips against him as he continues to drive into me, shifting his hips and hitting the right spot inside me. I dig my nails into his back and moan, a keening, wailing sound I don’t recognize but know came from me.
“Oh, God.”
“No, Austin. Say it,” he says, pulling out and pausing.
“Austin!” His name on my lips triggers something primal inside him, and he plunges into me over and over again, triggering my orgasm almost immediately. “Oh, God, I feel you.”
He groans and takes me harder, my inner walls contracting around him, causing the most exquisite sensations to sweep over me.
His rhythmic thrusts continue until he expels a harsh breath and comes hard, his hips grinding into me over and over until he collapses, his big body covering mine.
He pulls himself together quickly, rolling to the side because he obviously knows he is crushing me. “Be right back.”
He disappears and returns quickly, kneeling down and scooping me into his arms.
“Where are we going?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“To bed so I can rest up and do this all over again.” He heads not for the small bedroom I chose for my own but the big master one on the other side of the single-story cabin.
We fall into bed, a tangle of limbs, and pass out, until I awake to the most delicious feeling of his mouth on my sex, licking me awake and into an almost immediate unexpected orgasm.
And after I come down from that one, he is inside me again, turning me upside down with his skill and attention and essentially ruining me for all other men.