21. Austin #3
In the past, I’ve been able to get my partners off without my own arousal being so intense.
But just like with everything else in my life, this gorgeous woman is obliterating all the things I thought I knew about myself.
Where I used to be restrained and composed, I’m now wild and reckless, and I fucking love every second of it.
This is the spark I’ve been looking for in my life.
She makes me want to throw every one of my fears out the window and give her the whole world, starting with taking care of her body in ways she’s never experienced before.
“C’mon, baby,” I coax, picking up speed.
I want to sink my fingers inside her, but I know that’ll do me in.
There’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself from unloading the second I feel her cunt wrapped around any part of me.
Plus, I want to look into her big, beautiful eyes when I work her open for the first time, and the moonlight that’s splashed across the bed right now isn’t nearly enough.
“Come for me. I want to feel you shake beneath my touch.”
The gentle command is all it takes to make her explode, her hands wrapping around my forearm and holding me there as she sucks in a tight gasp.
Her entire body twists and convulses, but I don’t let up, rubbing her through the most stunning climax I’ve ever witnessed.
A quiet cry begins to climb up her throat, but I cover her mouth with mine before it has a chance to give us away.
I kiss her passionately, continuing my ministrations until her legs close around my hand and she whimpers from the overstimulation.
There’s a one-hundred percent chance that the inside of my boxer briefs is stained with sticky precum, but I managed to get through Paris’ release without blowing my load everywhere, so that’s a plus.
I might be a little uncomfortable for the next couple of hours, but at least I won’t have to walk out of here with a pillow over my junk.
“Wow,” she whispers, rushed and breathless as her muscles unwind. Her body relaxes into the mattress, her chest lifting while she slowly refills her lungs. “That was amazing. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before. It was…wow.”
I chuckle, pressing my lips to hers chastely, but I can’t help the nagging in the back of my mind that wants to know what she means.
Maybe it’s overstepping to ask about her past, but I’ve officially made it my job to make sure she’s getting everything she needs in all facets of her life.
“Has nobody ever rubbed your sweet little clit before, Baby Girl? Surely, that can’t be right. ”
She sighs. “Do you really want me to tell you about my ex-husband? Since he’s the only person I’ve been with?”
“Only if you’re comfortable.”
She turns toward me, her leg haphazardly slung over my hip like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“He wasn’t very adventurous when it came to foreplay.
As long as I was wet and he was hard, that was good enough for him.
He never hurt me or anything, and I was always consenting, but sometimes it was so underwhelming that I’d just close my eyes and get lost in the motion of him thrusting into me until he was done. ”
“Wait…” I push onto my elbow, my brows furrowed in confusion. “Until he was done? What about you?”
She shrugs, her emotionless stare falling to where her hands are flattened against my chest. “I had trouble getting there a lot of the time. But that was a me problem. It wasn’t his fault.”
Oh, hell no.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
“Paris, look at me,” I demand, curling my pointer finger under her chin and lifting.
She swallows, looking so small as her shoulders cave forward.
But I don’t let her shrink, holding her gaze as I do my best to keep my tone gentle, yet stern.
“It absolutely was his fault for not taking the time to learn what you like. Your body speaks so loudly. You just need someone who’s willing to be quiet and listen to it.
You came so pretty for me, and with barely any effort on my part because I was paying attention to every catch of your breath.
Every tremble of your stomach. Every bite of your lip.
It was like a sexy little roadmap that you provided for me to get you there.
You were never the problem, baby. Okay? You’re perfect. ”
A soft smile pulls at the corners of her mouth, and she looks up at me through dark, thick lashes as she nods her head in understanding. “Yeah.”
“Good girl,” I reply, brushing my lips across hers.
“We should probably get out of here, but I was thinking maybe we could leave together after this thing is over. I’d love to spend the night with you, if that’s something you’d want.
You can follow me to my house, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.
” I pause, exhaling a nervous breath. “Unless you have other plans. We don’t have t—”
“I want to,” she interrupts eagerly, her eyes wide and hopeful. “Please.”
Lowering my forehead to hers, I huff a relieved laugh, soaking in her warmth.
With any luck, she’ll let me show her the lengths I’m willing to go to for her pleasure until she’s sated and passed out in my bed.
But even if we get there and all she wants is to be held until the sun comes up, that still makes me the luckiest guy on the planet.
I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give, and I’ll love every second of it.