34. Austin #2
“I know.” I kiss her forehead, then her nose, then linger at her lips. “You tell me everything, okay? If something doesn’t feel good, if you wanna stop. Anything.”
“I will,” she says, her voice so soft it trembles. She swallows, her eyes fluttering closed, then opens them again. “Just… go slow?”
I nod. “I’ll be slow. As slow as you need.”
I reach between us, guiding myself to her entrance, the tip of my cock pressing against her heat.
I nudge forward just barely, teasing both her and myself, watching the way her breath catches.
“Just the tip,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I start to push inside her.
She gasps, her hands flying to my arms, clutching hard as I slide in that first inch.
“A-Austin—” she whimpers, brows drawn tight, her legs tensing.
I stop right there, breathing hard, shaking from holding myself back. “You’re doing so good,” I whisper, kissing her mouth, her throat, her chest. “Breathe for me.”
She inhales, then lets it out slowly, and I press in a little more. Her walls clamp around me so tight, so warm and slick I have to grit my teeth not to lose it.
She moans softly. “You’re big.”
“I’ll go slow,” I assure her.
I ease another inch inside and she gasps at the fullness. “More,” she breathes, lifting her hips. “A little more…”
God help me.
I push deeper, slow, careful, trying to keep it together—but she’s too wet, too perfect, her thighs quivering around my waist as I sink farther into heaven.
“Jesus,” I groan, hands shaking as I brace above her. “I— fuck , baby.”
Her fingers lace behind my neck, pulling me down, her mouth pressed against mine. “Austin.”
I’m barely inside her, maybe halfway, and I already feel like I’m gonna lose it. My control’s hanging by a thread—frayed, burning.
I breathe hard, my forehead dropping to hers. “You’re so tight,” I rasp. “Feel so good.”
I ease in another inch, feeling every tight pull of her body, every flutter as she opens around me. She gasps, her pussy clenching around me, and I pause again, forcing myself not to shove all the way in.
“Oh, Christ,” I grit out, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m sorry, baby… I can’t stop. Tell me to pull out and I’ll do it—I swear?—”
She shakes her head immediately, her hands flying to my face, cupping my face. “No. Don’t. I don’t want you to stop.”
And just like that, I lose the battle. Slowly—agonizingly slowly—I push the rest of the way in, groaning as her body takes me inch by inch.
She cries out, her breath hitching, her legs shaking as I fill her completely until I bottom out.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, my chest pressed to hers. “You feel fucking perfect.” I glance down at her, breathless from how fucking good she feels. “Are you okay?”
She nods, eyes glazed over. “It’s… full. But I’m okay.”
I kiss her slowly, both of us trembling. I don’t move yet. I just hold her there, letting her feel me inside her, letting her body adjust to the stretch.
Her fingers slide up my back, then she moves her hips, urging me deeper inside her. “You can move now,” she breathes. “You feel good.”
I pull out just an inch, then press back in, slow and steady, watching her mouth open in a loud moan.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping the sheets beside her head. “You feel like heaven, Maisie.”
Her body is still tense but slowly softening underneath mine as the pain gives way to pleasure.
She clings to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, drawing me in.
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
I move a little deeper, a little faster, her hips rocking into mine as her gasps turn into moans, her shy little sounds spurring me on.
“Ahhh. You feel so good, Austin.”
“Yeah?” I murmur, kissing her throat. “You like that?”
“Mmhmm,” she whimpers, clutching me tighter. “More…”
And I give her more. Still slow, still careful, but with more pressure, more rhythm, letting her feel it, letting her ride it.
I’m deep inside her, buried to the hilt, and everything in me is straining not to fall apart. Her walls grip me tight, warm and slick and pulsing like her whole body is wrapped around mine, and I’ve never felt anything like it. Never even imagined anything could feel this good.
Every slow thrust pulls a soft moan from her lips, and fuck—those sounds. Sweet and high, like she’s trying to hold them back but can’t. Her thighs hug my waist, trembling, and her fingers are tangled in my hair, tugging when I rock into her just right.
I kiss her neck, tasting sweat and skin.
“Austin,” she whimpers, her breath stuttering.
“Yeah, baby?” I murmur, lifting my head to look at her.
“I—I think I’m close,” she whispers, pinning her bottom lip between her teeth.
Fuck .
My hips falter for half a second, then drive back in slow and deep, and I feel her flutter around me. “I can feel you,” I groan. “Jesus, Mais… you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
Her body’s straining under mine, her breath catching every time I bottom out inside her.
My brain’s barely functioning, but I want to be the reason she comes.
I want her to fall apart with me still inside her, kissing her through it, holding her like she’s the only fucking thing in the world that matters.
“Let go, baby,” I murmur against her lips, fucking her slow and deep. “I want to feel you coming around my cock.”
Her back arches off the bed, hips jerking up into mine, mouth falling open on a sharp cry as she comes hard around me, her pussy clenching around my cock so hard I nearly lose it.
“Oh fuck—Maisie—” I groan, losing control, my hips snapping once, twice more before it hits me too.
I come with a rough gasp, my forehead pressed to hers as I empty into the condom, my whole body jerking with the release. My muscles lock, then melt, pleasure hitting me so deep it feels like my chest could cave in.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper against her lips, still inside her, still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm.
She breathes hard, nuzzling her face into my neck, her breath hot on my skin. “That was?—”
“Incredible,” I finish for her, pressing my lips to hers. I brush her hair away from her face, staring into those eyes I’m so deeply in love with. “Thank you for trusting me.”
She looks up at me, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile, like she can’t believe it just happened. “I’m happy it was you.”
Fuck me, so am I.
I lean in and kiss her slow, my hands smoothing over her sides, wanting to show her how much this meant to me, how much she means to me.
I don’t pull out yet. I don’t want to. I just stay inside her, letting our heartbeats slow together, my body wrapped around hers like I never want to be anywhere else.
Because I don’t.
Not after that.
Not ever again.